The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 346

THERON

I spent almost the whole day looking for useful stuff for a camp.

I had a hunch my sisters were up to their usual tricks.

That ever since the womb I’d been getting Amara’s restless kicks, and I knew very well what she was capable of.

Evening was falling, and with it the sunlight faded.

I climbed up to the surface only to see we were in the middle of a tangled forest.

I managed to gather some big leaves and dry grass; with that I made a decent nest in the cave and got a small fire going.

Even though I grew up surrounded by paperwork and learning to run the realm, contrary to what my sisters believed, I wasn’t some moth eating pages.

My father taught me to survive and fight like my kind. The royal advisors, too.

All lycans carried savagery in our veins.

Shifted into my elemental form to save energy, I leaned back against the rear wall with my beautiful lioness on top of me.

I couldn’t stop petting that soft fur.

Something bound us to her, and I couldn’t wait for her to regain consciousness, so my wolf could slip into her mind, which was chaos right now.

"Why won’t you wake up, little one?" I squeezed her fluffy ear between my fingers.

A low purr rumbled in her chest and her long lashes fluttered, but she seemed comfy enough, because she stayed in her dream world.

With nothing to do and so much silence, even I started nodding off while the darkness swallowed what little light was left.

This place wasn’t exactly pleasant. Despite Laziel’s containment, dark magic moved through the air like poison.

Even so, I came from a witch too.

Here, in my little cave, there was only peace and the warmth of the huge lazybones sprawled across my chest.

That’s how I fell asleep with my new sticky blanket.

I don’t know how much time passed; it had to be dawn, I wasn’t sure, and something started moving on top of me.

"Easy, little one… stay still…" I mumbled, half-asleep, thinking I was dreaming, because I could swear I felt small hands stroking me.

A creamy, floral scent slid into my nose and sent a shiver through my senses.

"Mmmnn," I lifted my hips with a growl when my dick was grabbed and slowly stroked.

With all that groping, I started getting hard.

Cool air hit my groin and thighs when the leaf cover I’d been wearing was pulled away.

"Shh, wait…" The words came out rough and ragged.

The scent of her femininity had my wolf losing it.

My wolf pupils narrowed over the sight of her on all fours, devouring my cock with delight and muffled moans.

Spit rolled down my balls and mixed with my fluids.

"Ah, I can’t hold it… shhh, I’m gonna cum… mnnn… yeah, yeah babe… grrr," I growled hoarse, my chest vibrating.

I warned her, but at the same time I pushed her to swallow me.

I wanted her to gulp down all my load, to mark her with my taste.

So when the moment hit, my abdomen tightened upward and I felt the tremble in my heavy sacs.

The reddened head of my glans started to vomit all my cum, which disappeared deep in her throat.

A lycan roar echoed off the walls, along with the obscene sounds of her mouth sucking.

She didn’t pull away for a second and purred with closed eyes, gluttonous.

She swallowed every last drop, leaving me completely satisfied.

I collapsed onto the blanket, panting, sweat beads rolling over tense muscles.

Fuck, that was a damn good climax, but who the hell was this incredible woman? And wait… where the fuck was my lioness?!