The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- "We've got to grab peoples attention," little "Lorencita" patted her chest, cleared her throat, and before her mate could stop her, she raised her voice: ---- Bresh drink, fruity and intoxicating! Come trade at our booth!" "Bury me now and dig me up the day before I find my mate" that was Lorenzos and his wolfs thought.

Alleyes turned toward the small, slightly shadowed stand, and as embarrassing as that shout had been...

it worked.

"Is this the drink the gate guards bought?" "This very one! You wont find anything tastier!" "T want a cup! Ill trade for these pretty beads, theyre made froma rare mineral..." "salt, friendgot any salt? We dont want crooked rocks." The trading beganpush and pull.

Lyra watched them from the back with a smile, like lionesses negotiating, while the males stood guard in case anyone got too bold.

Let's head to our hut.

Leave them be, they might earn more salt today than all our past trips combined." Lyra grabbed her mate and a small container of drink she had prepared just for them.

or rather, just for Drakkar.

The most intoxicating fruit, in high concentration.

---- Today she wanted to tempt her man, tie him up and fuck him.

This time, she wasnt taking no for an answer.

They searched for the Omega through the crowd and finally found him.

He led them to a discreet area where the pretty tents were set up.

"This ones yours, you can relax.

This place is guarded by the sentries, no danger at all," the man gave quick instructions before heading off.

Lyra looked at the round-style bungalow, made of sturdy hides and large animal bones.

They opened the leather curtain, and inside it looked spacious and cozy, even with a fire pit.

Best of all, there was a low table with some stump stools anda rustic bed! "Lets drink to the success of our trip." Lyra sat down, and her mate followed.

None of the new things around matteredDrakkars favorite thing was always that beautiful woman.

"Here, drink, you'll like it." She handed him the ceramic bottle, watching his masculine, perfect lips drink from the narrow rim.

"Mmm, I wanna lick him so bad," Aztoria moaned, her wolf eyes ---- following the dark drops spilling down to his strong, tattooed chest.

More...

drink more," Lyra pushed the bottom, urging him to get drunk.

Without his wolf present, maybe it was possible to pull it off...

and Drakkar had never drunk anything that would cloud his senses and put him at the mercy of a horny Alpha.