The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 224, NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE VICTORIA When | walked out of the room, he was waiting for me, leaning against the wall. "I'm ready... sir," | muttered through gritted teeth. "Let's go, then," he replied, and without giving me time for anything, his huge hand closed around mine. My traitorous heart skipped a beat. | admit I didn't expect him to keep me at his side. This was improper in every possible way, especially for the master of these lands.

When we reached the entrance, the innkeeper was already waiting, and his eyes dropped to our joined hands. But being a wise man, he said nothing about it. "Your Lordship, here's the cloak you ordered from the shop," he said, handing over a beautiful red cloak made of soft fur. "Good. The bill's been paid. We're leaving." The man poured out words of praise as we headed toward the ---- stables. Still, his relieved face gave away how glad he was to be rid of the grumpy boss.

At the back, the stable boy was already bringing a beautiful black horse closer. "Come, let me put your cloak on." Draco stopped in front of me and, in a surprisingly intimate gesture, draped the expensive cloak over my shoulders. He leaned close to my chest, frowning, struggling to tie it properly. My hand itched to run through his light hair, but | held back. "Is this to hide the fact that you've got a vampire slave now?" | said it with more bitterness than | meant.

Victoria...' Those hazel eyes looked straight into mine. "This is to protect you from the sun and the wind. I have no other intention." He answered without flinching, pulling the velvet hood gently over my head. Then he ordered the boy to hold the reins tight. ---- "Climb on, I'll help you..." "| can do it myself, sir." | walked past him, leaving him with his arms outstretched. Grabbing the saddle confidently, | placed my boot in the stirrup.

With a strong push, | swung myself up, shoving my ass right past his dumb wolf face. | sat tall and firm. My father had taught me how to ride since | was a child-I wasn't some delicate little lady. "I'm ready. Where's your horse?" | looked down at him like | was the boss and he was my slave. Accrooked smile tugged at the corner of that sexy mouth. "My horse? You're sitting onit..." Before | could process his words, he grabbed the saddle and leapt up. He landed like a savage right behind me, pressing tight against my back