The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 348

THERON

I licked the temporary mark on her nape, feeling her purr while she drank my blood.

It didn’t seem to hurt her and, if anything, those erotic sounds slipping out between her sucking told me she loved my essence.

I shifted to the side, lifting her in my arms and settling us.

I kissed her neck and sniffed her damp hair.

I felt too damn good to put it into words, but I wanted more.

Our bond wasn’t permanent; she didn’t belong to my race, and her animal spirit didn’t have as much awareness as my wolf.

It was just a magical shape, wilder, a bundle of feral instincts calling to us.

We’d have to find a way to mate for good. I guess, to start, I needed to know her name.

“What’s your name, my gorgeous lioness?” I whispered when her rough tongue sealed the punctures from her fangs.

She shifted a little, making us both moan. My thick knot had stayed lodged inside her soft depths.

“Hold on, baby… breathe through it or it’s going to hurt… Shhh, don’t clench anymore…” I hissed, letting the air rush out when those silken folds moved around my shaft.

Fuck, I was getting hard again.

I need to think straight.

“She is our mate,” my wolf stated the obvious.

A few minutes passed while our breathing started to steady.

At least mine did, but she was acting weird.

Her chest rose and fell faster and faster, and waves of heat slammed through her curvy body.

“Honey?” I started to worry; she wasn’t saying anything.

Cold-headed, I forced the knot to go down and managed to slide out of her so I could turn her to face me.

Milky fluids ran down my thighs when I settled her on my lap.

“My male…” her words came out in a whisper, and her eyes looked fogged over. “Where are we?”

Her expression shifted to confused… maybe the hit to her head had affected her.

“You fell into this cave… What’s wrong? Does anything hurt?” Panic crept in at her unfocused stare.

She clung to me, needy, while her pupils kept scanning around us.

Traces of my blood still stained the corner of her mouth.

What if I was poisoning her slowly? But she didn’t look that weak!

“Throw it up. If you feel sick, you need to vomit!” I tried to pry her mouth open, and all I got was a wet bite on my finger.

“I don’t want to…” she mumbled with a cute pout.

Her tongue slid out to lick my palm in a filthy way, purring while a flirty smile tugged at one side of her mouth.

“She… is she drunk on our blood?”

My wolf asked what was already pounding in my head.

She didn’t seem to be in pain; she looked like she’d downed an entire brewery.

“Baby, does it hurt?”

“No…” she even hiccupped in my face. “I like it so much… you’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted and I feel so hot… my male…”

She panted as she went for my mouth, riding me, that horny pussy dripping over my cock that shot back up like foam.

I wrapped her waist and pulled her against my chest.

I wasn’t about to say no to this feast.

That suffocating dark magic pressed in again, but the tree stayed quiet, bound by Laziel’s spell.

Then I lifted my muzzle and dragged her scent deep.

“She went that way!”

The second we locked onto her trail, I gave chase.

It cut into another dark tunnel.

My overgrown muscles and massive height barely fit, but I had so much adrenaline pumping that I couldn’t feel the wounds or the scratches in my coat.

I didn’t have to go far before the breeze hit my nose and told me there was an exit nearby.

Moonlight slipped through the mouth of the cave that opened to a forest.

I lost my bearings for just an instant, then caught her scent again and stalked after her like a hunting beast.

She was fast, sure, and clearly good at tracking, but no one escapes a lycan.

Least of all when he’s hunting down his wife.

With thunderous steps, I squinted when I spotted that golden ass moving through the brush.

I sped up, lunging forward on all fours like an animal and roaring a warning she chose to ignore.

“Fine, baby, you asked for it.”

With a leap, I pounced on my mate and wrapped her up, pinning her against my chest.

I shielded her as we tumbled over the leaf-strewn ground.

With a "hellcat" fighting to break free.

But that wasn’t happening… Mr. Nice Guy Theron was done.