The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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15. BROKEN BOND

LYRA

I could feel the folds stretched to the limit, our fluids splashing

with every thrust... I loved it, couldn't stop, it was like my own

aphrodisiac drug.

Shivers of pleasure shot down my spine, I was on the edge of

ecstasy, but my primal side craved one last push.

"ah, ah, ah, cum inside me, give it to me, my male, give me your

knot... mmmm..." Isat up on my knees, with him still connected to

my back, pounding from below as I rocked against his pelvis.

One of his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, the other

gripped my hip.

His moans in my ear pushed me toward the edge of pleasure.

His balls smacked rhythmically against my ass, until after two or

three deep thrusts, they were almost buried in my slit.

With a deep growl, I felt his hot streams spill inside, filling me,

pleasing me, triggering my own release.

'Sweat poured like water, sliding over our slick skin.

The mist around us reeked of sex and heat.

I closed my eyes, seeing stars, lost in a sea of orgasm-but the

next second, I was shoved back onto the ground.

Awild roar shook the air, and I felt the knot swelling.

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I spread my legs wider to make room.

His thick seed kept spilling, dripping down my swollen pussy lips.

He pressed against me, sniffing my neck roughly. His fur clung to

my back.

He tried to shove his manhood back in-too rough, too wild. The

thick knot couldn't pass my overstretched entrance.

"Tt hurts... wait, Drakkar...

aah, stop!" Something pulsed painfully

inside me; he thrust again, tearing.

The scent of blood hit my nose.

"We have to shift, Lyra, or he's going to hurt you!"

"jahahhh!" I screamed over my wolf's voice. Jaws clamped onto

the back of my neck, almost slicing through my veins-it hurt like

hell.

Tbared my fangs, summoning the shift, resisting under him.

He was out of control, his weight crushing me into the ground as

he began transforming, trying to take me like that with no warning.

"Stop it, Drakkar! STOP FORCING THE BOND, DAMN IT!"

I threw my whole body back, roaring, Alpha muscles bursting with

adrenaline.

My oppressive aura poured from every pore, lust tangled with fury.

When I turned around, threatening, fangs fully out and ready to

shift, what I saw stopped me cold.

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He had fallen into the pool, fighting himself.

Half wolf, half man-both sides struggling for control.

'Those damn runes slithered like venomous snakes over his skin,

making him claw at his fur and flesh, his hands covered in blood as

he roared in agony.

"GGGRROOARRR!" My soul trembled.

He lifted his head, his face twisted with pain and fury. One yellow

wolf eye stared at me, and the other was black, human.

Both obsessed, both insane. Both wanted me, but they couldn't

merge their feelings.

"Calm down. Stop fighting.

The more you resist, the worse the

curse punishes you..."

"STAY AWAY!" that voice-a distorted mix of both-yelled at me,

stumbling back in panic, features contorted in pain.

Wolf and man couldn't become one. Their bond was about to snap.

"No, listen to me, wolfie. I'm going to heal you, just hang on... I'll

heal you, Drakkar."

A lump clogged my throat, my chest tight, my eyes blurry with

tears.

What was the point of my power if I didn't know how to heal my

mate?