The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 38

VALERIA

I know he loves my submission—Lycans are obsessed with domination and control.

He leans back, resting his hands on the bench, watching me challengingly, as if daring me to disobey.

But I don’t; I’m dying to see just how far I can push this wild man over the edge.

His hips are level with my chest, and my hands move to unbutton his pants one by one, brushing constantly against that damp bulge that’s tempting me to lick it.

"Mmm," Aldric growls, arching his pelvis upward as I finally manage to undo the buttons, sweat trickling down my back and wetness pooling at my core.

"Take off the boxers already, you teasing woman. You’ve got me so hard I’m about to come with my clothes on."

I glance up at him and see his canines bared, danger pouring from his almost-white gray eyes.

His oppressive, heated aura wraps around me, ready to consume me.

I grip the waistband of his boxers and pull them down along with his combat pants.

Aldric lifts his hips, letting the fabric slide down his muscular thighs until it gets stuck around his legs.

An enormous, veiny erection springs free, bouncing right in front of my face, standing tall and almost slapping me.

It leans slightly to the right, with a slick strand of pre-cum dripping from its flushed tip, connecting it to the fabric of his boxers.

The scent is so intense, so masculine—a mix of aged wine and concentrated pleasure—that my mouth starts to water.

Hypnotized, I lean forward with my eyes closed, inhaling the scent from the slit where the sticky pre-cum flows.

My hand wraps around the thick base, guiding it to my mouth.

My tongue glides along the shaft, licking up and savoring that dark, sensual essence.

I swirl my tongue around the tip repeatedly before finally enveloping it with my lips, sucking greedily and moaning with pleasure.

It’s a connection just between us, making my heart beat in a strange, thrilling way.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair, firmly pulling my head back.

His cock slips obscenely from between my lips with a wet "pop," leaving behind sticky remnants that I lick away.

He takes the hand I’ve been using under my dress, and I blush as my fingers, glistening with my slick juices, come into view.

"Mmmm," Aldric groans, leaning forward to guide my fingers to his mouth, sucking off what had just been inside me.

I feel like a slave kneeling before her master, his breath ragged, his glowing eyes fierce.

He grits his teeth so hard the muscles in his jaw bulge, as if they’re about to burst.

"You’re not allowed to orgasm on your own, Valeria. And one of these days, I swear, I won’t hold back from your teasing. I’ll shove it so deep into you you’ll feel it in your stomach—let’s see if you can handle all of me," he threatens, but I’m not afraid. I know he won’t actually do it; he enjoys my attentions far too much.

"Now start unbuttoning your dress. You need to bathe me—don’t forget."