The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 8

VALERIA

A strong scent of wine assaulted my senses, making me feel slightly dizzy.

My senses were dulled, and for some reason, my body began to react as if an unbearable heat was consuming me from within.

A heavy steel and wood door blocked my path.

From the other side, I could hear growls and sounds like something or someone scratching the walls or the floor.

"Aaggrr..." Upon recognizing the King's voice for a brief moment, I finally decided to enter—perhaps he was in trouble.

However, I wasn’t prepared to find him naked and nearly unconscious, kneeling on the hard stone floor.

His hands were restrained above him by heavy steel rings anchored to the ancient wall, and thick chains held him captive with powerful, rusted shackles around his wrists.

The King's breathing was labored, as though he were enduring intense pain, and his muscular body was drenched in sweat.

His red hair hung damply over his face, which was tilted downward, obscuring his features in the dim light.

"Sir!" I ran toward him without thinking, scared, foolishly believing someone had captured him.

I didn’t fully understand the situation, but it was obvious he wasn’t well. I set the small lantern to the side—our only source of light—and knelt before the King.

"Your... Your Majesty, how do I free you? What should I do?"

My trembling hands reached for the heavy shackles, trying to pull them open with useless tugs.

They were heavy and clearly forged to contain this powerful man.

The skin on his wrists was raw and bloody. But suddenly, everything changed.

His hand moved with incredible speed, closing around my neck, squeezing me almost to the point of choking.

"It's... it's me... Your Highness... Valeria," I stammered, thinking he didn’t recognize me, but as he strangled me with one hand, he lifted his fierce face toward mine.

His eyes were blood-red, wolfish, like those of a wild animal, with massive fangs bared, capable of tearing my throat out in a second.

Fear. Overwhelming fear gripped me as I saw the raw fury in his gaze, completely devoid of compassion or "humanity."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, VALERIA?!! YOU DRUGGED ME! I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU DRUGGED ME!"

His guttural voice roared in my face.

We were only inches apart, and all I could do was shake my head as my hands grasped at his, desperate.

My vision blurred, and I felt I would lose consciousness any moment.

"I... I didn’t... Sir... I swear... I didn’t..."

I didn’t know what was happening to me—I felt strange. I should be fighting for my life.

But when he pressed his body harder against mine, growling with arousal, his claws tore through the delicate white fabric, his hands urgently cupping my breasts, a deep moan escaped my lips.

In the darkness, every sensation and desire intensified.

My sense of smell became sharper, and the intoxicating scent of wine tempted me into reckless thoughts.

I didn’t know if his heat was affecting me, but between my legs, I began to feel damp.

"Grrr... Sshh... Mmm... Valeria," he groaned against my neck, grinding his hips hard against my ass.

His massive cock rubbed up and down, and suddenly he grew impatient, tearing at my panties to remove them.

The fabric got stuck around my thighs as I tried to keep my legs tightly closed.

"No... no, Your Majesty... ahh..." He squeezed my breast, pinching my hard nipple, while below, his hot, hard shaft, already slick, slid erotically between my bare ass cheeks.

Gripping my hip possessively, he kept me pinned beneath him, his breath ragged and heavy against my back.

His dangerous fangs grazed my shoulder as his tongue licked and his sensual lips sucked, leaving marks on my skin.

His rough groping of my breasts stopped as I felt him shift lower, forcing my body to lift slightly off the ground.