The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 266

NARRATOR

Sigrid felt a movement behind her and subtly reached back to grip Silas’s clothing.

The message was clear: «Calm down, I can handle this»

“But I thought there were more events. The others will be very disappointed,” Sigrid responded neutrally.

“Fuck them. Come, come with me, let’s go to my sanctuary,” Lucrecia invited, far too enthusiastic.

She was about to extend her claws to grab Silas by the arm, but Alessandre was quicker, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her away.

“Tell me, what exactly were you using to tempt my parents? I’m so tired of you never considering me,” the vampire began his superficial chatter, skillfully aiding Sigrid.

It was beyond obvious—the raw lust in Lucrecia’s eyes whenever she looked at Silas, an obsession that went far beyond even his perfect disguise.

Through the dark corridors, the night breeze rustling the leaves, muffled moans in every corner, and soft feminine giggles, Lucrecia led them deeper into the labyrinth.

Silas stayed right behind Sigrid, his hand resting against the small of her back.

In reality, they had only pretended back at the fountain, but despite the extreme situation and all the danger, the friction between them had left them both undeniably heated.

Wet panties and a painfully hard erection.

The cold wind sobered them up, bringing Silas’s body back under control.

“Here we are. I’m taking you to a very special place—one that only a few of my guests have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” Lucrecia announced, standing beneath a massive statue of two lovers entwined, half-naked under the moonlight.

At the heart of the labyrinth was a clearing.

The ground, paved with aged stones, had moss clinging to the cracks between them.

Lucrecia, her expression mysterious, made a small cut on her finger and reached up, slipping her hand beneath the stiff marble cloth that covered the male statue’s member.

“Goddess, even a simple access rune had to turn into something perverted with this woman,” Sigrid thought, clenching her teeth as she watched Lucrecia lick the blood from her finger with obscene pleasure, all while keeping her eyes fixed on Silas.

“Just take us to your trap already, you wretched witch. I’m dying to tear you apart!”

Sigrid was seething, barely masking her fury.

The sound of a hidden mechanism disrupted the silence of the labyrinth. The ground trembled, and within moments, the stone beneath them began to sink.

The circular platform around the statue groaned as it slowly descended, taking them down into the depths of the earth.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore. You get more creative every day, Lucrecia,” Alessandre scoffed, eyeing the underground passage that stretched out before them.

Copper candelabras hung from the walls, casting a dim glow from their magically flickering flames.

“You’re… different tonight. I must say, teaming up with Electra has done you some good,” Lucrecia murmured, slipping her arm through Alessandre’s as she led them through her lair.

She had noticed something—Electra was a little too possessive of her slave.

In fact, she hadn’t even seen her approach Alessandre once.

Something here didn’t smell right.

Sigrid followed them, her silent shadow at her back.

Silas could feel the darkness slithering all around them, dark magic saturating the air.

He could see figures shifting within the walls.

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