The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 363

KATHERINE

I started moving backward, impaling myself on that enormous cock, twisting my waist, chasing my orgasm, which wouldn’t take long to hit.

“Cum for me, baby… aagggr… Come on, Katherine, cum for your man, my true wife, only mine… ah, yes, yes, fuck, so damn good…”

“Aahhhh!” I moaned loudly, shattering into a thousand pieces at the sound of him calling my name—my name, not my sister’s, not Rossella’s.

He was making love to me, and he knew it. Every filthy word, every passionate action, was for me alone.

Before I could even catch my breath, still trembling as I spilled all over his cock, Elliot pulled back, kneeling behind my ass.

Something sharp and hard dug into my hips, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. He fucked me like a wild animal.

The bed shook violently, the metallic sounds of jewelry clinking as they slipped off and fell to the floor.

My open pussy could do nothing but take it, take all of it. My ass bounced hard, my breasts swayed—my vision blurred from how intense, how addictive, how utterly obscene it was.

A thick liquid trickled down the inside of my thighs.

I clung to the sheets, surrendering to this dominant, visceral man, letting him take my sanity, making me truly live.

The aftershocks of my orgasm merged into another as I felt him growl, driving himself deep into the core of my pussy.

His cock swelled, stretching me even further, beyond belief.

It hurt a little, but in the most depraved, primal way—discomfort blending into my release, into pure, mind-numbing bliss.

Scorching lava poured inside me in heavy spurts as Elliot came.

I spread my legs wider, nearly pressed flat to the bed, on all fours, my ass grinding against his abdomen.

“My Duke!” I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, floating in limbo.

A heat, a powerful energy, surged up my belly from the depths of my core, filling me, overflowing with his seed.

It coursed through my body, fluttering in my chest.

I reached a hand down—something was strengthening inside me, magic surging, intoxicated and turned on by the sheer power Elliot was pouring into me, and I had no idea how to control it.

So many signs planted a certainty in my mind—Elliot wasn’t just an ordinary elemental. He had to be something more… something supernatural.

Instead of scaring me, that realization made me let out a breath of relief.

I had always feared being discovered by him, but clearly, he already had.

That would also explain why the spell hadn’t worked on him.

Now, knowing we shared these dangerous secrets, I felt that it would only draw our hearts closer together.

A dizzy spell made me close my eyes—I was drenched in sweat, breathing hard, collapsing fully onto the mattress.

I felt him lie down over my back.

The last thing I knew before passing out was his tongue trailing obsessively along my nape, while his body still shuddered, riding out a delicious orgasm inside my satisfied pussy.

Brenda hadn’t known much about our race either. Her wolf had said it was meant for breeding—and that had scared me shitless.

I never came inside her. I made sure she drank herbal infusions and used those vaginal sponges. I had never wanted to get her pregnant.

But now…

With my cock still trapped inside, I pushed in a little deeper, losing myself in the raw pleasure of filling her.

I was certain that thing hadn’t even reached its full size yet—fuck, I didn’t even want to imagine how massive it would get during those special days my woman would inevitably go through.

“Ssshhh, I’m going to put a baby in you, my Duchess. Didn’t you want an heir? Mmm… let’s make several, my beautiful mate…” I caressed her shoulders.

I brushed her sweaty hair aside, pressing soft kisses to her skin—but I still couldn’t control these damn beast’s canines pushing out of my gums.

I propped myself on my arms—I was too heavy, I didn’t want to crush her.

Then, I looked down—the scent of her sweet blood flooded my nose. There were puncture wounds on her hips. I lifted a hand to examine myself.

Shit. Those damn claws. Sharp, deadly, unforgiving. My heart clenched at the sight.

What the fuck was sexy about marking and puncturing your mate like this?

These were the instincts of the beast that lived inside me.

At least, this time, we agreed on one thing: we were both completely bewitched by this seductive little witch.