The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- 303. I'M FASCINATED BY YOU, HANNAH HANNAH His hand clamped down on my nape with dominance while the other slid up my thigh, claws brushing over the fabric of my pants. "| think we both know that if | slip a finger inside your panties, you'll be dripping wet, baby... | can hear the filthy, wet sounds of your pussy from here..." "Mmn." A traitorous moan escaped my lips as his tongue licked slowly over my collarbone, tasting my sweat, pushing me down with his massive body. My fingers tangled in his dark red hair and my heart was pounding out of control. No, no, this was going too fast.

| felt strange, something was happening to my body, my mind was confused, and my chest hurt too much. And when he asked me an unexpected question... | snapped awake. "Sshhh... beautiful female... Where's your wolf, my little Hannah?" ---- My eyes opened to the white ceiling of the cave. | was about to hit the ground with that huge lycan straddling me. | shoved him hard, catching him off guard, and sprang up like a spring. "But what...?" he had fallen heavily. "This is a mistake," | told him, buttoning up my shirt, all messy.

The heat of his body still vibrated on my skin, my nipples erect and my sex screaming for him. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?" Doubt flashed in his eyes. "If it's about the kiss from before, Hannah, | can explain "It's not about that, it's just... we're still in danger, we don't know each other at all, and even if you're a very interesting man, this isn't the right time for... this..." | rattled off all the logical excuses, but they sounded absurd even to me. No creature could get past my barriers, and inside here no one could smell or sense us.

His face was a mix of contradiction, lust, and who knows what ---- else. Goddess, his massive cock was straining against his fly, and damn, that bulging outline screamed: "I'm going to pound you so hard you'll be sore for days." "Hannah, | didn't mean to pressure you, fuck, | sound like an idiot!" he muttered, growling low, raking a hand anxiously through his hair. "Fine, let's talk, beautiful, let's get to know each other first..." "I'm sorry, prince, but I'm tired." | hated the disappointment in his blue eyes when I rejected him.

"Let's sleep and regain our strength, tomorrow we'll find a way out. In daylight... everything looks clearer..." «And you won't be so hot and horny anymore. You'll see me differently.» "If you're tired, then... rest," his voice came heavy with reluctance, but he didn't force me, and | was grateful. | didn't even recognize myself. | had never been indecisive, much less the cowardly type to run away. But | withdrew to the farthest corner from him, unfastened my ---- cloak, and threw it on the ground as a blanket.

| gathered up my hair, still mussed from the struggle, and, keeping my back to him the whole time, curled up in my dark corner.