The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- My cock jerked the moment she bent forward to step out of the ---- cage and onto the small edge of the stage, right in front of me.

No bars, no barriersshe started swaying slowly, filling my mind with temptations.

Looking closely, I noticed a slight tremor in her enticing body.

This wasnt the most skilled dance in the world.

At times, she even seemed alittle clumsy.

Iremembered the girls had said she was new.

What if this was her first time doing this or even being in a brothel? Something stirred deep inside me, something complex, but I shoved it aside.

only wanted to fuckno complicationsanzd it still remained to be seen whether she even wanted to spend the night with me.

Ssshhh, those tits are perfect...

ggrrr, Im hotter than ever.

Its been ages since I got this hard.

My wolf let out a low grow, his body reacting just like mine.

He tried reaching out to the womans wolf, proposing to mate, but not only was her scent oddly confusing, we couldnt reach her wolf atall.

Anervous edge crept in.

If she wasnt showing her animal side, maybe it was because she didnt want to be bought.

She crouched at the edge of the stage, just a few steps from where I Sat.

By now, my thick cock ached from being bent inside my pants.

---- T cant stay in the dark any longer, I growled at Soul, rising as slowly as I could to avoid startling her.

On my knees, I stroked her pale skin erotically, running my hands up and down her delicious, sweat-slicked body.

The tassels on the bottom of her tiny top, barely covering those massive tits, swayed with each movement as she followed the music.

I stepped forward, once, twicelike a beast stalking its prey never taking my eyes off her.

I didnt hold back a single ounce of the raw desire she awakened in me.

I wanted her to know my intentions very clearly.

I reached the edge of the stage, her scent still undefined.

Everything smelled of the brothels incense instead.

I needed to bury my nose in that silky brown hair.

She lifted her face to my chest level.

It didnt matter that she wore ablack lace mask, like an elegant blindfold.

T knew she was beautiful.

Lifting my hand, my fingers brushed her flushed cheeks, as delicate as porcelain.

The tips traced down her cheekbone, sliding gently along the soft line of her jaw.