The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- The scent of his life essence finally hit my nose clearly, and Goddess... it was darker and more delicious than | ever imagined. Why does this lycan make me feel like this? | should hate him. "If you've got a death wish, don't come trying to die in my camp," he said, his massive figure towering over me. | barely reached his chest.

"If | came to die, I'd have taken one of your mangy mutts with me on the way out..." Before | could finish my smartass remark, his hand grabbed my chin ina firm grip. It didn't hurt, but he gave me no room to move. He forced me to look up at him as he leaned in close.

"That's enough, woman," he growled, his eyes glowing, "Shut that venomous tongue of yours, or I'll cut it out myself." "With that little speech you gave, | thought you weren't the type to abuse," | said, pressing my chest against his, enjoying the tension between us. ---- Sparks were definitely flying. But his actions didn't match his words. "| said | wouldn't touch you. I'm not interested in women of your kind," he said, looking at me with fake disgust.

"But that doesn't mean | won't rip your head off like I've done to other vampires," he added-and that one hit different. | didn't like it. | was suddenly reminded that he was my enemy. "So what are you waiting for, wolf? I'm right here. Just squeeze my fucking throat." My eyes flashed with fury. | bared my fangs right in his face. Our heavy breaths collided, tangled in tension. Maybe he really did hate me... | don't know. His hand pressed against my neck, fingertips sinking into my skin.

His jaw clenched so hard the veins pulsed wildly. | could tell-he was seriously considering it. Maybe killing me would've been the easy way out... But in the ---- end, something held him back.