The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 210. THE REBELLIOUS SLAVE VICTORIA I was so angry and confused. He didn't move or say a word, hiding at the other end of the alley, in the almost impenetrable darkness. But those intense hazel eyes, glowing like golden amber, gave him away. And the steady beat of his heart that kept getting faster, like he was nervous. Bullshit. I'm done falling for the stupid signs I think I'm picking up from this wolf. "I'm so done with your tough-guy act.noveldrama

Go to hell if you don't want to talk to me..." That line alone was enough to get me beheaded for talking to the ruler of these lands like that, but that arrogant bastard can kiss my ass. I turned around, ready to leave. "Why were you crying?" his deep voice suddenly asked me. "You were sad... didn't you say you liked your master? Did you run ---- away because he mistreats you? Are you afraid of him?" Those last questions hissed through his teeth.

I stood there for a second, my back to him, sighing, just wanting to walk away. "My relationship with my master is none of your business, and neither is whether I'm sad or not. That's my problem. Just leave me alo-Damn it, what the hell!" I roared as he grabbed my arm and shoved me against the cold wall. A massive body leaned over mine, his hand wrapping around my throat. "Let go of me, you arrogant bastard!" I hissed full of hostility.

"That filthy mouth of yours ever say anything without cussing?" he growled, his face just inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat My treacherous body began to stir, despite my resistance. "L only owe respect to my master," I said, lifting my chin defiantly. Our eyes clashed like sparks, our breaths heavy. ---- His dominant pheromones wrapped around me like a trap. I braced myself for an offensive, cruel response... but, as always, he did the opposite of what I expected.

Suddenly, his thumb brushed my cheek, right where the tears had fallen. He did it so softly, so gently. A caress so tender it made my throat tighten. "Tell me the truth. Is he really your master? Is that man threatening you?" he whispered again, his aura dimming, his brow furrowing. "Why the hell do you care about the life of a shameless vampire who hooks up with anyone?" I said bitterly. "Victoria, no... damn it, I didn't mean to call you that..." "Oh really?

And what were you gonna call me...? Hmmm..." His warm palm covered my mouth. I shot him a deadly glare for silencing me. "I can only imagine the colorful insults you're throwing at me... I wonder if these lips are that energetic in everything." ---- His hoarse voice dropped to a sensual tone. "I've got a proposition. Just for one hour," he said, lifting one finger in front of my face. "Let's forget everything for one hour. The hate you feel for me and my stupid words." "Hmmm..." "Shhh, no.

No more insults..." he hushed me when I started to protest again. "After that hour, we go back to our roles, whatever you want. But just for now, let's pretend we've never met..." His fingers moved slowly, teasing the sensitive curve of my lips. I watched his face getting closer, messing with everything inside me. I froze when he kissed the tip of my nose with a tenderness he'd never shown me before. "That you're not a vampire, and I'm not a werewolf. That I'm just aman who wants you...

who wants to show you the city..." Even his own thoughts were betraying him His mouth slid across my forehead, my cheeks, down to place a wet kiss on the corner of my lips. I felt so small against that wall, his heavy body pressing into mine, inch by inch.