The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 358

BRENDA

I could hear him swallowing, the obscene sound of his saliva mixing with her juices, not even the running water could mask it.

He dropped a hand and started stroking his cock. His back was to me, but everything he was doing was painfully obvious.

He wasn’t faking it—his desire for that woman poured from every pore of his body. It was as if I weren’t here, as if I didn’t exist.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I had never felt so discarded; it was clear he had chosen her over me.

A weak elemental who could never give him what I could—someone of his own kind, someone who could keep his secret, who could satisfy his beastly side. I couldn’t take it anymore and ran off into the forest.

Disappointment and jealousy burned through my soul. Fuck him! Let’s see what he does when Thesio crushes his plans.

I wouldn’t warn him. He made his choice, and I made mine.

*****

KATHERINE

I moaned loudly as the tingling in my stomach tightened, my vaginal muscles clenching, releasing my honey for Elliot’s lips and tongue to drink.

I came in a delicious orgasm, overwhelmed with pleasure. I felt satisfied in so many ways. Panting, lips parted, I glanced down, running my fingers through his dark, wet hair.

He gave one last lick, pressing hot kisses over my sensitive folds. His eyes opened from below, that electric blue shining in the darkness.

This man was seeping under my skin in a way I couldn’t begin to understand. He helped lower the thigh I had rested on his shoulder.

I trembled from the effort, my legs weak. This really wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world.

Elliot stood up, his possessive hand wrapping around my waist. I steadied myself against his chest.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked, his deep, guttural voice laced with dominance. His rock-hard erection pressed insistently against me, demanding its reward.

“Well, a little,” I teased, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Then I’ll have to try harder. Time for the main course.” He pressed fully against me, his heavy breaths fanning my skin.

Not even the cold water could extinguish the fire between us. He lowered his head, licking my bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, sucking on it erotically.

One of his hands kneaded my breasts while the other snuck between my legs again.

“Elliot, this place is strange…”

“The only strange thing is that I’m about to come without even being inside you, you damn tease. Turn around, press against the wall, and spread your legs,” he commanded, relentless, a beast in heat.

I swallowed and glanced down at his cock. Even in the dim light, it looked imposing—he must have been in pain.

I could just imagine the heavy sacs filled with his seed. I licked my lips, remembering the blissful sensations of having him inside me.

Finally, I turned around, placing one hand on the wet wooden panels, the other gripping my dress at my waist, leaving the lower half of my body exposed—at his mercy, for his pleasure.

“Mmmm,” I moaned in anticipation as his rough hands spread my cheeks, his fingers stroking along my slit.

We were going to get caught!

“This way,” Elliot snapped into action. He pulled me to the side, shoving us into an empty pen that had a small window.

“Jump, hurry!” he urged, lifting me by the waist and setting me on the ledge. I swung one leg over, then the other, landing in the chilly forest air.

Elliot followed right after, leaping out with ease. Grabbing the heavy, wet clothes, he took my hand, and we bolted from the furious shouts behind us.

“YOU PERVERTS, IF I CATCH YOU, YOU’LL REGRET IT!”

“LEAVING YOUR FILTH IN THE SHOWERS! IF I FIND YOU, I’LL CUT YOUR DAMN DICK OFF WITH A SICKLE!”

The angry curses faded behind us. I looked ahead, stumbling slightly, barely able to see the ground. But the moonlight illuminated him in front of me.

A grin spread across my lips as I caught sight of his bare ass, imagining the elephant trunk bouncing in front of him.

Who would have thought?

The Duke of Everhart, running through the woods with his balls out, a fugitive, almost caught in the act. I stared intently at Elliot.

He was no longer that cold, unreachable man. He felt warmer, closer.

The worst part was realizing how much I wanted to uncover every facet of him—to know his darkest secrets, his desires, his cravings.

I was beginning to want this man for myself.