The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 400

KATHERINE

My chest pounded—boom, boom, boom—with the frantic beats of my heart.

The image became so vivid, so real in my mind.

He was beautiful. His dark brown fur gleamed, and his wild red pupils seemed to stare straight into my soul.

I was speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say. I had never imagined that presence could invade my senses like this.

“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweetheart. I just… I just like you too much, my mate. I might seem intimidating, but today, in the forest… I’m only like that with our enemies,” he began babbling into my mind.

He took hesitant steps. Despite being a powerful wolf with such an aggressive aura, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

Such a cutie—so fluffy and worried about my feelings.

“Do you fear me? Do you… hate being mated to a bloodthirsty beast?”

“No!” I answered aloud. “Elliot, tell him no, love, I don’t hate him.”

I rushed to respond, shaking off my shock, trying to turn around, but that thick thing was still inside me.

A rough chuckle rumbled against my nape, followed by soft licks that soothed the sting of his bite mark.

“He can hear you, baby. Try using the bond in your mind. I know it’s hard—fuck, even I’m still learning,” Elliot told me, and I curled up against his arms again.

Naked, sweaty, skin against skin, my head resting on his strong bicep. Only the warmth of the fireplace covered us.

“Little wolf, I don’t hate you,” I thought with all my heart, closing my eyes. “You are my protector. Thank you for saving us.”

A joyful howl echoed in my mind. I saw him raising his snout toward the vast sky of my thoughts.

“I love you so much, my little witch. I will protect you both. You will never be in danger again. I don’t care about your past, I don’t care about anything else. You are my mate, Katherine. You are my whole world.”

Tears of emotion welled up in the corners of my eyes. His words felt like caresses in my mind, like a balm, healing the wounds of a dark and shameful past.

They weren’t lying. I could feel it through the bond—they loved me, me and only me.

“I love you both so much too, Elliot, Vorath,” I confessed without thinking, discovering it myself in the process.

It had to be love—companionship, compatibility, whatever it was…

But now that I had tasted the sweetness of their possessiveness, of their intense emotions, this warmth in my chest, just the thought of losing them, of going back to being a lonely, bitter woman filled with hatred and resentment, truly drove me insane.

Elliot held me tightly in his arms, whispering words of love into my ear.

I confessed the powers I inherited from my mother, my tormented past, my secrets… and so did he.

We entrusted each other with our souls and our lives. We would be each other’s shield, and no one would ever threaten our family again.

With that conviction in my mind, in this house that had witnessed so much, I finally closed my eyes.

“Love… take care of Lavinia…” I murmured before falling into exhausted sleep.

“I will, little one. We will,” he whispered, his words fading into the lull of my dreams.

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NARRATOR

Many miles away from the mansion in the swamp…

Brenda lay sprawled on the bed, the sheets in disarray, stained with suspicious marks all over.

She took a drag from her cigarette holder, gazing at the mess on her naked body.

“Tell me when you want the wedding. The butler will go over the details with you, but you’re not leaving my life, Brenda!” he suddenly declared, raising his hand and gripping her throat hard enough to hurt her.

“If you even think about playing me, about going back to Elliot Everhart, I swear I’ll kill you with my own hands,” he growled, his jealousy flashing dangerously in his eyes.

“Let… me go… Thesio…” Brenda even faked a bit of fear, but inside, she laughed at this idiot.

This was exactly how she wanted him—desperate to crawl under her skirt.

“This pussy is mine! Do you hear me?! Mine!” He shoved his hand between her legs.

Brenda let out a small moan when two fingers suddenly thrust inside, moving fast.

“Tell me, who do you belong to, Zafiro?! Who?!” He yanked her hair back, forcing her to look at him as he fingered her mercilessly.

“Yours… aahh… Duke Thesio’s… mmmmm… aahh!”

Brenda let him throw her onto the divan, legs spread, his powerful body between them.

The towel fell to the floor in a flash, his hand grasping his hard length, replacing his fingers with his cock.

A loud, sultry moan filled the room as his burning shaft pushed into her slick folds.

Thesio panted like an animal against her tits, biting and pinching them, seeking his own pleasure in hard, fast thrusts.

Brenda clung to his back, moaning just the way he liked, smiling wickedly where he couldn’t see.

The sex wasn’t bad—not compared to Elliot—but she wasn’t going to cling to that impossible dream anymore.

For now, she’d enjoy Thesio’s service.

After all, she owed him that much. Because soon, hers would be the last pussy he’d ever fuck in his life.