The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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My fingers kept masturbating me deeply until the last remnants of

the intense release were drained.

After a few seconds, I stared at the wall, trying to steady my

breathing

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the loose shirt clung to me like

a second skin, soaked and damp.

I didn’t even want to extend my senses to check if Silas was awake

or asleep. Still, I felt an intense gaze burning into my back, but I

fought the urge to know—I was dying of shame.

I didn’t want him to think I was like all the others, but the truth

was, Electra wasn’t any different from the other perverted, horny

witches.

This effect hit once a month and lasted a few days, so my torment

was far from over.

‘The good thing was, it didn’t keep me like this all the time; there

were breaks, and then I wouldn’t know when this whore’s spell

would strike again.

At some point during the miserable night I had, | fell asleep from

exhaustion.

Thad to repeat the “masturbation ritual” like two more times.

Weird for me, I gave in completely, maybe trusting the protection

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spell I always set around me before sleeping.

T opened my eyes well into the morning.

Tblinked sleepily at the wall with that ugly green-striped

wallpaper and rubbed my eyes, sitting up on my elbow.

My skin felt sticky, not to mention the “substances” between my

thighs.

I turned, grabbing the blanket, and looked at the floor—but Silas

wasn’t there.

Suddenly, I tensed up. Did he escape?

Twas about to scan my surroundings when the front door opened,

and he walked in with a tray covered by a cloth.

“silas, where did you go?”

“My lady, I’m sorry for disobeying, but I went to get some food for

when you woke up,” he said, placing the tray on the small table in

the corner and lowering his head.

For some reason, I was grateful he wasn’t looking me in the face.

My cheeks were burning from last night’s fiasco.

“alright, did you eat anything? How did you pay for breakfast?” I

started getting up—more than food, I needed a bath.

“T can’t eat before your ladyship, and the innkeeper gave me

breakfast to pay when we check out of the room.”

“I see. Take these coins, settle the debt, and ask for hot water for

my bath,” I searched in the saddlebag and held out a few copper

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coins to him.

“My lady, I... I’ve already prepared your bath. I asked for the water

in the kitchen,” he replied, and 1 lifted my gaze to meet his golden

one, like thousands of suns melted in his iris.

He didn’t flinch or lower his head like always; he just held my gaze

with intensity.

I knew it. He knew what I did last night.

“J see,” this time, I was the one who turned my face away and

dodged his scrutiny. “Pay them anyway and be careful.”

I finally handed him the coins and watched him leave. I rushed like

an idiot to the tub and nearly dove in headfirst.

God, I’m such an idiot.

The real Electra wouldn’t act so shy about this. She was

uninhibited; for them, sex was just a game—lust ran through their

veins.

I scrubbed hard between my thighs, and just barely touching my

vulva, I felt like if I rubbed a little harder, I’d get horny again.

“Oh, Goddess, what have you gotten me into?”