The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

His low, rough words sent tremors through my belly, and the perverse thrill of the situation had me dripping with anticipation. The hand on my neck tightened—not enough to hurt me, but firm enough to make disobedience unthinkable. Dark magic enveloped me like a fog, pouring from his body and wrapping around me possessively.

The worst part? I loved it.

"Because I'm not handsome. I'm... hideous. I don't want to disgust you. Is that why you brought the new slave? She's... pretty..." Each whisper from his lips struck my soul.

"Don't ever call yourself hideous or indulge in such nonsense. I won't allow it. And besides, who told you I find you disgusting? You brought new slaves to please you. I know you're in one of those phases when you need a man to satisfy you and get you pregnant."

I stiffened, caught off guard by his blunt words, which made my core tingle. Sometimes, I forgot that Silas could run circles around me when it came to matters of desire.

"I'm not—she can't get you pregnant, and I don't believe you."

"Why are you lying to me?" Now, that caught me by surprise. What was he talking about? When had I lied to him?

"I'm not lying. What are you talking about? Silas, let me turn around."

"You've been with others." He pinned me even harder against the wall. I braced my forearms against the cold stone, my forehead brushing against it as I felt so small, dominated by his towering frame.

"So what if she is my new lover? Are you my master now, trying to control me?" I hissed through clenched teeth. Being this close to him—his scent, his dominant magic wrapping around me—was starting to trigger that damn fertility spell.

"I can do everything she does. I can satisfy you. I can do it better!"

"I told you I wouldn't force you into anything! You don't have to do this!" I snapped. "Just because there are new slaves doesn't mean I'm going to mistreat you or cast you aside." I began to suspect he was worried I'd sell him at auction or throw him into the dungeons.

Suddenly, his hand gripped my waist, tightening around my corset, while the other clamped dominantly around my neck, spinning me to face the wall. He pressed completely against my back, asserting control over me. His heavy breath fell against my nape, and his arm squeezed my waist tightly against his body.

"If I'm your slave, I can do it. We can do it like this, without you seeing my face," he murmured, his hot breath pouring into my ear, making me shiver. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, the hand on my neck forcing my head up, holding me still like I was ensnared by a giant, cold, deadly serpent—but I was melting against him.

"Why without seeing you?" My voice emerged rougher than I intended, rushed with excitement.