The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 355

ELLIOT

"Hey, wait, bitch! I saw him first!"

The shouting faded behind me, swallowed by the chaos of the fights and the violins fueling the brawls.

I ran through the shadows of tents and small stalls, filthy, covered in mud. But for some reason, watching that brown hair flow ahead of me, inhaling that delicious lavender scent, a smile crept onto my lips.

I was happy.

*****

KATHERINE

I stood in the hallway, keeping watch.

We had slipped inside a stable in silence, with only a few horses dozing in their stalls.

Elliot told me that places like these always had rustic showers for the workers to clean up. And there he was, inside what looked like a small wooden booth, covered only by a flimsy curtain.

I turned my back, keeping my eyes on the long, dimly lit passage leading to the stable entrance. I knew he was naked. The shameless man had practically stripped in front of me.

I could hear the water cascading down his body. I imagined him standing under the stream pouring from the crude pipe mounted on the wall.

I placed a hand over my chest, emotions swirling inside me. I had to admit—the corral stunt had moved me. And the fact that he was here, that he had chosen me instead of her…

«No, Katherine, you have to be strong, cold. Remember all the bitterness of this night.»

"Ah, fuck!" A sudden roar behind me, followed by a loud thud, snapped me back to reality.

"Elliot!"

I didn’t think—I just reacted. I rushed inside the shower, shoving the curtain aside. It was dark inside—I couldn’t see a thing.

And then—suddenly—a strong, wet, naked body crashed into mine. His hands gripped me possessively, pinning me against the wall.

Water splashed, drenching me from head to toe. I opened my mouth to protest, and cold lips seized the moment—kissing me deeply, passionately.

His ragged breaths filled the tight space, pressing me against his powerful muscles, one hand gripping my nape, forcing me to kiss him back.

I tried to resist—in vain. Lust swallowed me whole, this damn man setting my body ablaze. His erection throbbed hard against my stomach.

"Mmm… wife…" Elliot groaned.

His tongue traced my lips, sucking, nibbling the lower one between his teeth, tugging erotically until I melted.

"No… don’t think this means I’m going to… mmm… forgive you…" I managed to say between his relentless kisses.

Deep, animalistic growls rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my aching, sensitive breasts.

Every inch of my body responded to his touch, his dominance.

Trapped in this tight space, soaking wet, I was at the mercy of the man who drove me insane.

"Listen to me—"

I could barely see his expression in the shadows—only hear his heavy breathing, feel the heat of his body, the hardness of him.

"I love when you get jealous… sshhh, you don’t know how hard that makes me, sweetheart." He rolled his thick, aching cock against my stomach, slow, teasing, moaning between words.

"That night, I didn’t go see anyone. Do you have any idea how far Brenda’s house is?"

"Don’t say her fucking name."

"Fine—that woman. I didn’t go to her. You know how I knew about the showers in the stables?" I blinked.

And then—understood. His lips brushed the tip of my nose in a featherlight kiss.

"That night, after watching you pleasure yourself so beautifully…" He groaned. "Fuck, I’m not made of steel. I went out riding and then…"

"And then…?" I heard myself whisper, breathless with repressed desire. I couldn’t trust him—not completely. What if he was lying?

But my mind was fogging over again. Why was I so weak to this man?

"I’m going to show you what I did after," he murmured.

Then—he grabbed my hand. Shamelessly, he slid it between our wet bodies and wrapped my fingers around his hard, slippery cock. The veins pulsed beneath my touch.

"Mmm… this is how I fucked my hand thinking about you…" His voice was low, filthy.

"Yeah, fuck, yeah… remembering those big tits I love so much… sshhh, squeeze me tighter, baby… mmmm… that little pink cunt… fuck, so good… I want to fuck you, my wife. You make me so fucking hard. I’m not with anyone else… mmmm… I swear it, honey…"

I was about to combust. I would burst into flames at any moment, trapped under this sinfully sexy man, his massive body looming over me, thrusting his thick cock into my fist, his larger hand forcing mine to grip tighter.