The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 388

KATHERINE

This was the most bizarre and insane situation of my entire existence.

And yet, I was starting to realize that he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. I mean, how much sniffing and licking did he need before taking a bite?

I dared to open my eyes just a crack, only to find dark fur dominating my vision.

My heart pounded wildly, and I felt the heat of his breath and the dampness of his nose… inside my cleavage.

I was speechless. Had I just escaped one pervert only to end up with another?

A ridiculous thought crossed my dazed mind—I needed to get out of this situation, find Lavinia. If he was going to eat me, he should just get it over with.

My trembling hand inched upward, millimeter by millimeter. I felt so small with this massive beast looming over me.

My fingers twitched uncontrollably, reaching toward his… his… where was I even touching?

His snout?

No, no. What if he suddenly opened his mouth? The image of those fangs, the carnage—it was all too fresh in my mind.

His ears? Too high. His neck?

Just as I finally decided to touch him, mere millimeters away, he lifted his massive head and locked eyes with me again.

I swear I was this close to pissing myself. My hand froze mid-air—I didn’t even dare to breathe too hard. I was terrified, yet at the same time, overwhelmed by a flood of strange, undefinable emotions.

In slow motion, I watched him glance at my shaking hand, which, from all the trembling, practically looked like it was waving goodbye.

He leaned toward it slowly, his ruby eyes studying both me and my outstretched limb.

I thought about pulling it back, certain he’d rip it off.

My gaze darted toward the bloody severed arm discarded nearby, and panic once again crushed any bravery I had left.

But before I could break into a hysterical scream, something soft and fluffy pressed against my dirty palm, still smeared with dried blood.

That untamed beast gently brushed the side of his powerful snout against my hand, almost as if he was asking to be petted—like a damn domesticated animal.

I dared to push my insanity further.

My rigid fingers started moving, threading through the thick, dark fur, slowly gaining confidence.

“E... Elliot?” His name slipped from my lips in a whisper.

Elliot was a werewolf. I had never seen one transformed before.

Was this what they were like? No wonder the Elementals were terrified of them.

He rose onto two legs again, keeping me pressed against the protection of his thick, plush chest.

He smelled incredible—comforting, intoxicating. The scent calmed my frantic, tormented mind.

“Over there, Elliot! They went that way! No, no—not this way!” I exclaimed when I saw him heading back in the direction he had come from.

A low, vibrating growl rumbled through his massive muscles.

He held me tighter, preventing any sudden movements, but kept moving—still in the wrong direction. Could he not understand my words in this form?

What should I do? Panic crept in. But then I saw him crouch beside a shadowed tree.

I twisted around to look down and saw him picking something up—something moving. It looked like… a sack? A filthy one, stained with dark splotches.

Once he had it, he gripped it between his claws. He carried me with his other hand, and then, at last, he sprinted in the direction I had pointed.

I clung tightly to his fur as our speed increased. His grip on my waist was nearly painful—he was afraid I might fall.

The wind howled, whipping against my face, drying my eyes.

Sometimes, I had to turn my head, but I didn’t care. I endured it, clenching my teeth.

Only one thing kept me going—the overwhelming joy of knowing we were getting closer to Lavinia, with an unstoppable force on our side.