The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- CELINE I finally managed to speak, but I couldnt say anything more, couldnt reveal anything else, even if I wanted to.

I thought hed be angry, but instead, he gave me a sinister smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"I know, you're bringing clever rats into our home, but it doesnt matter, baby.

Your husband is the deadliest predator of allIll gut them for you, "he grinned, his fangs gleaming dangerously.

I wanted to step back, but his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling my head against his chest protectively, my entire body melting into his.

This man radiated danger from every pore, and he wasnt even physically here.

Yet, in his embrace, I felt like I was in the safest refuge imaginable.

"Pll do everything you ask, but I wonder...

what do I get in return?" he whispered after a few seconds.

"Tn...

return?" How did the atmosphere change so quickly? I was getting nervous now.

"W-What...

do you want?" "You know very well what I want, Celine.

I want to devour you completely, little mate.

I've never felt such thirst in my life." His breath mingled with my ragged one, his lips erotically brushing against mine.

"Tll take an advance on what you owe me." Before I could process anything, he assaulted me with a deep and ---- delicious kiss.

His mouth moved dominantly over mine, his tongue invading, wreaking hot havoc in my mind.

His hands cradled my ass, lifting me onto his waist.

Taken by surprise, I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him.

The world spun, the illusion shifted, and I found myself falling onto soft cushions.

Above me, that sexy vampire was sucking on my exposed breasts, making indecent sounds.

He gripped my hips tightly, grinding sensually between my spread legs as if we were making love.

I swear I could feel the exhilarating tingle of his cock thrusting into me, slow and delicious, over and over, stretching my folds and striking that sweet spot that drove me insane.

Our wet bodies increased the hot and fluid friction, the hisses and moans blending with the mist in the air.

His fangs sank into my left breast, sucking lasciviously.

Instead of hating it or being afraid, I ended up crying out hoarsely, closing my eyes in ecstasy, coming harder than ever, trembling from pure pleasure.

My own vampire fangs emerged, my claws dug into his skin, and the need to mark this man as mine overwhelmed methe urge to drink the blood from his heart until I was sated.

Thad always hated this part of me, because of what that damn vampire did to my mother, because of what they represented, because they condemned me to live in constant pain.