The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 212. PAY ME MY PRICE VICTORIA "I... lacted on impulse..." "You were an idiot, and you even suggested I deserved to be forced by that animal..." "No!" he roared. "No, Victoria, no, damn it... that was just my anger talking. I know your wolves realm is far away, you don't know what we've been through here... but I would never let anyone abuse you, not you, not any woman..." He closed his eyes again, trying to organize his thoughts. He looked full of contradictions.

What the hell am I missing here? "Even if she were a vampire?" "Even if she were a vampire or anything else," he looked me straight in the eye. He seemed so sincere, and storms churned in his pupils, but in the end, they settled. "You may ask something of me. As long as it's reasonable, I'll ---- grant it." He said while brushing his thumb over my lower lip. I watched him lick those sharp canines, eyeing me like a beast in heat.noveldrama

I wanted to understand more about his wolf, but I couldn't feel it clearly. Maybe because the Lord was too powerful. "Let them plant on a small plot of land so they have food," I said after thinking for a moment. If was going to "sacrifice" myself, it better be for something. "They had more than a plot, but those delicate hands couldn't handle farming and they burned the crops," he scoffed bitterly. I didn't really get it. Why wouldn't vampires work the land to survive?

There was literally nothing to eat! Before I could ask, he went on. "But if that's what you want, I'll do it. I'll order they be given a few hectares. Happy now?" he pinched my cheek like I was a brat. "Yeah... Dracomir... haha..." "Little brat," he leaned forward to bite me. ---- "Ouch, leave my nose alone, you rude lycan... no... don't you dare My voice dropped as he moved toward my lips.

"I'm dying to tease you until you lose your mind..." he whispered, the tip of his tongue brushing my soft lips. I gasped, eyes fluttering half shut. Goddess, I was dying for him to devour me. "I gave my word. Now it's time you pay my price." "Maybe you're lyi-mmonn..." Any protest was crushed by his greedy mouth claiming mine. His tongue forced its way in, exploring every corner. One hand pushed my head, controlling my movements as he pleased.

His body shifted beneath mine, pressing us both back against the chimney. Wet sounds, ragged breathing, muffled moans quickly filled the night. His taste... mnnn... this man tasted like drunken lust and orgasms.