The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 326

ELLIOT

I stood there, watching her with my head slightly bowed. The steam from the small bathhouse enveloped us, warming our skin.

Her soft hands fumbled slightly as she began undoing my buttons.

All these years with this woman by my side, and never had I drowned in this scorching desire consuming me now.

She opened my shirt and slid it smoothly down my broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

The intense look in her eyes devoured my chest. Her fingers traced timidly over my heated skin, damp with the warmth of the room.

I let out a low groan as she trailed down my tensed abdomen. The scent of arousal from her cunt was driving me insane.

She was turned on, very turned on, and for the first time, I liked it—liked being attractive to her.

"Mmm," I ran the tip of my tongue over my canines, which tingled slightly.

I had to control myself, keep my wolf from showing, but her curious exploration of my hardened cock was pushing me over the edge.

"Unzip me, now," I growled lowly, pressing myself closer against her.

If she had dragged me to this point, she’d have to deal with the consequences.

I watched as she moved her hand from her chest, setting the bandages aside on a nearby hook.

For a moment, I worried—I didn’t want to hurt her.

"Let me see your wound," I murmured, taking her hand and turning her back toward me.

By the gods, those breasts could take my eye out.

They bounced with the slightest movement, and my mouth ached to suck on them. I swallowed hard, breathing heavily.

I think my lack of sex for so long was working against me.

"I'm fine. You can't even see the wound. I used one of those suction cups Mrs. Nora gave me," she said softly, stepping toward me again.

A small white patch clung to her skin, just above her sternum, at the base of her breasts.

Better she kept believing she was healing on her own.

"Then let’s hurry before the water cools," she whispered. I let her continue undressing me.

She unfastened the buttons, and as she pulled my trousers down, my rock-hard cock sprang free, bouncing slightly.

The swollen, flushed tip glistened with precum just from this little game—veins bulging with need.

I watched her closely, gauging her reaction to my nakedness.

Her eyes, dark and glazed with lust, didn’t disappoint.

Her sensual gasp, the way she unconsciously ran the tip of her tongue over her plump upper lip, devouring my cock with her gaze…

Mmm, her mouth wrapped around me… Shit. This bath was either going to be torture or pure pleasure.

"Get in the tub," I ordered, my voice coming out deep and untamed.

I took her hand and helped her step inside.

She lifted one leg over the edge, then the other, before sinking into the warm water up to her chest—her supposed wound completely uncovered.

The tub wasn’t exactly spacious.

With her knees drawn to her chest, she leaned forward, making room.

I slid in behind her, settling in, spilling a bit of water over the sides.

With my legs spread, touching the wooden walls, I pulled her hips back, pressing my cock snugly between her ass cheeks, her back resting against my chest.

The scent of lavender intoxicated my senses, heightening my arousal.

"Elliot, help me tie up my hair," she murmured, and I had to admit—every time she said my name with that sinful mouth, my cock throbbed even harder.

I was dying to grope her tits—and even lower.

"Elliot, I think you're polishing my back a little too much. Why don’t you… move to the front already?" she teased, pressing back against me, moaning softly as she brushed against my aching length.

She was pushing me to the edge—and she knew it.

Her arms lifted slightly, resting her hands on the edge of the tub.

I slid mine under hers, pressing the sponge against her right breast.

She melted completely against me, my back pressing against the wooden tub wall.

I ran the sponge as gently as I could, careful not to touch her so-called severe wound.

"Mmm, no, Elliot, the sponge is too rough—it’s scratching me. You… should just use your hands instead," she whispered, each word dripping with temptation, droplets from her wet hair falling onto my skin.

Rossella… when did you learn to be this brazen and seductive?

I tossed the sponge aside. My hands went straight to her breasts.

The slick soap made it easier to move in circles, exploring the soft, perfect flesh beneath my fingers.

"Shhh… mmmm…" she moaned, and I panted in her ear like a lust-crazed wolf.

Those lush, tender mounds barely fit in my hands, and I squeezed and kneaded them like fresh dough.

Her hardened nipples peeked between my fingers, and I toyed with them—rolling them in circles, pinching them sensually between my fingertips.

My mouth found her flushed ear. I licked along the curve before sucking her earlobe between my lips.

"Mmm, Elliot… more… lower," Rossella whimpered, grabbing my right hand.

I could feel her thighs pressed against mine, her legs completely open under the water.

Her sexy stomach tensed beneath my palm as she guided my hand downward, letting out a long, shuddering moan when my fingers found her clit.