The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- He wanted to see him in action, to be surprised again, to be friends. He just never imagined that, besides a friend, he would become his "master of intimate matters." Turns out that "almost deity" was clueless about the mortals' mundane stuff, more specifically, the bedroom. A certain wolf needed to ask questions so he wouldn't always be on the passive side with his female So000 many questions, and the Lord was tempted to hand back all the power just to get out of the questionnaire.

But that was a story for later; for now, they would rest, and the next day... let the enemy be ready. pores Lavinia was lying in the hot bath. In truth, she had only opened a portal; she wasn't tired, but with nothing else to do, she decided to head to her quarters Victoria was generous with her people. They'd given her a very pretty room, and the hot bath was ready for her. She submerged, feeling the smooth porcelain under her naked ---- body; her breasts made gentle ripples above the water.

Her head rested in a comfortable hollow in the rim; Lavinia's hands lay on the rounded sides. Her legs were open, knees protruding. Relaxed and apparently vulnerable. But even with her eyes closed, she felt him the instant he appeared. The shift in the air, the candles flickering and slowly turning into a black flame. The corner of her mouth curved subtly. It seemed her lover was already tired of playing at planning. A whisper sounded behind her head, and a cold caress slid along her throat.

As if a sharp dagger were dancing over her veins, about to claim her life... or her sanity. "Lavi, | told you to wait for me so we could bathe together," a low, dangerous whisper slipped into her ear, making her shiver. "You know very well where your rebellion leads. «\immnn, to sweet punishment,» Lavinia's cheeky brain ---- answered for her at once. But outwardly, she had gone quiet, defying him in silence.

Suddenly, Lavinia's hands were bound to the tub's rim as if something, or "someone", were holding her. Her legs stayed open, unable to move or close. Her chin was claimed by possessive fingers that pulled her head back against the tub, exposing more of her delicate throat. Her eyes half-opened, and a not-at-all-frightened moan slipped from her lips. Laziel's handsome face hovered upside down, leaning over her from behind and drawing closer.

"At least pretend my threats scare you, little troublemaker," his rough voice poured into Lavinia's sensitive ears, sending tingles through her belly and between her thighs. "Then you'll have to try a little harder, ghost prince..." Lavinia smirked, unable to move in the hot water, exposed and vulnerable, just the way he loved to subdue her. That sensual mouth, her undoing, lowered to hers in an "upside- down' kiss.

---- The moment she felt those delicious, masculine lips, the light went out in her eyes and only darkness remained... his darkness. As if a blindfold had slipped over her, leaving her other senses raw and heightened. Laziel was in the mood to play, and she loved being devoured by her predator. Definitely, she'd become an old pervert eager to taste young flesh.