The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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WE ARE BEGGARS NARRATOR Lyra stood up, fixing her clothes and glancing at him with those big confused eyes.

She held back the urge to laugh in his face.

Her bare foot stretched out, toes brushing along her mans exposed cock, stroking it up and down, making it throb.

If you keep being this good, maybe I'll give you more gifts when we reach that pack, she smiled flirtatiously, fighting her own desires.

Drakkar swallowed hard as he watched her walk off to light the fire; the scent of her wet sex flooded him with lust and something wilder.

He touched his chest where the bond with his wolf twisted, unraveling knots and bindings.

The thought of having to part from her filled him with fear each daywild thoughts of keeping her by his side, of tricking her into not returning home.

He got up and rushed toward the river; he needed to clear his head and deal with the raging hard-on he was carrying.

sek ---- With both groups united, the journey to the pack was peaceful.

Lyra barely walked through the jungle, carried like a damsel.

she found many interesting plants, but one in particular made her excited.

Look, Drakkar, those black fruits are used to make a drink thats delicious and refreshing, Lyra whispered in his ear, and Drakkar saw the abundant bunches hanging in the branches.

However, there was one problenhow would they store the drink? Lyra let it go for now, and all her attention shifted to the mighty palisade they arrived at.

With pride, Verak gave the name of his pack, and they were told to present what they had brought.

Drakkar had been hunting those past days.

They brought meat, untreated hides, and the large shield of a Brontocérax.

However, what had seemed impressive in the Fertile Valley Pack was only met with disdain here.

Lyra quickly understood the hierarchy, and once inside, they were separated from their temporary allies.

In fact, the scene was quite embarrassing