The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- T must be completely insane to keep listening to you, I muttered, but I didnt stop until I was just a few steps away from what seemed to be a tall man, over six feet.

His strong, bare torso was barely covered by tattered rags.

He was slumped against the cold stone wall, his hands bound above his head with thick shackles and chains.

His head hung forward, shoulder-length black hair covering his facial features.

Ireached out without thinking, something pulling me irresistibly, like a moth toa flame.

Ibrushed a few strands of his straight hair aside, revealing the pale skin of his flawless facesquare jaw, beautifully masculine.

My fingers brushed against his cold cheek.

His eyes were closed beneath dark lashes, and I stared, fascinated, at his sensual, closed lips, tracing them with a furtive caress.

Calm down, Celine, I scolded myself, straightening and running a hand over my face.

How deprived of sex did I have to be to conjure up this kind of wet dream? Isighed, needing to wake up.

But then my eyes caught sight of ugly scars on his chest, and I leaned in, intrigued, to examine them.

Mia, when were done with this mission, we need to find a wolf to give us a good tumble.

Looks like our heat is coming early.

That wont happen, little one.

The only one whos going to give youa good tumble is me.

---- Ijerked my head up at those low, husky words, spoken right above me.

I found myself staring into the most intense, blood-red eyes I had ever seen.

They were so overpowering they felt like they could freeze my soul with just one look.

This...

this is a dream...

I murmured to myself, trying to convince myself.

We were so close our breaths mingled, and mine quickened with every passing second.

I was frozen in place.

Ts it? he replied, his gaze trailing down my face.

That dominant, ambiguous scent of sandalwood enveloped me, brushing over every pore of my body.

As beautiful as I imagined.

Tell me, little one, whats your name? J...

[screamed internally at my brain to snap out of it.

What was wrong with me? Your name.

Now.

Tell me, he commanded, implacable.

Celine, I whispered.

He lowered one handone I thought was shackled to the walland caressed my cheek, tracing down to my chin.

His finger circled my mouth before sliding over my lower lip, slow and sensual, coaxing me to part them.

Celine, he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

I love it.

It must sound exciting to moan it while I reach my orgasm inside you.

Wait! What?!