The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- He pushed me forward while his cock nestled firmly between my ass cheeks. | didn't even have time to complain before he told the boy to hand him the reins. One hand clamped hard around my waist, pulling me even closer. My back was crushed against his rock-hard, sun-kissed chest. He wasn't wearing his usual armor, just a half-open white linen shirt "Hyah!" he roared, spurring the strong beast that neighed and surged forward. We rode out of the stables and my body stayed stiff.

| said nothing, pretending to be rebellious even though | was loving the warmth of his skin His breath tickled my ear, and his wild male scent was driving me insane. Draco always had the power to enchant me. The steed was fast, and soon | spotted his men waiting outside the village. ---- | also glanced around casually. | couldn't feel Rousse, but he knew we were heading to the Lord's camp. He'd be lurking nearby. We'd meet up later. The horse stopped, hooves crunching on the gravel.

"Is everything ready?" the Lord asked his Beta. "Yes, sir, we can leave," he replied, giving me a brief glance. The other men did a good job pretending they weren't staring, but not a single one laid eyes on me directly. "Miss Celia is in the carriage." When he said that, | noticed the small carriage up ahead. "Good, let's hurry so we're not late." Draco urged the horse forward, trying to take the lead, but as we passed by the carriage, the little curtain opened.

Then I remembered who Celia was. The woman from the shop. Her eyes pierced straight through me with a deadly glare. ---- "My lord, there's room in the carriage. You could ride more comfortably," she said, hiding her rage behind a fake sweet tone. Those red lips curled into a seductive pout. "You know | hate carriages. Stay inside... Vam-" "But your slave can ride with mine. If there are no more horses, there's no reason for you to be cramped up," she interrupted.

She even tried to open the door, and | was sure she would've pulled me down if she could. But Draco kicked the wooden door shut with the tip of his boot. He nearly slammed it in that vulture face of hers. A smug smile spread across my lips, and | didn't bother hiding it. "Don't start any trouble, Celia," Dracomir warned her harshly. Without giving her time to whine, he took off galloping in front. Everyone followed, including the carriage.

| was so satisfied by how coldly he treated her that | leaned back against his chest His hand moved slightly, caressing my waist, while the other guided the horse along the path. ---- His powerful heart beat wildly, just like the galloping steed. Riding through the forest paths, we finally arrived at the border camp by dusk. "Asencio, get my tub ready!" he barked at one of the warriors who came to greet him. He dismounted the horse and immediately stretched out his arms to help me down.

| was going to act proud, but not only were we in public-out of the corner of my eye, | saw her. She was stepping out of the carriage looking pissed. | leaned over Draco's shoulders and let him help me to the ground. My full breasts brushed shamelessly against his chest, though | quickly took a step back. "My Beta will take you to my tent. | need to take care of a few things and I'll be back," he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You don't need to explain yourself, Lord.

You don't need to leave me in your quarters either, I-" "Silvio! Take her to my tent!" he snapped.