The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- Her desire rose with mine. Her hunger devoured my sanity. Was this what it felt like to feed a vampire during sex? Shhh... it was too addictive, too dark... I wanted more. I wanted to fill her in every way possible. I thrust upward, frenzied, meeting every bounce. The tub was almost empty, the floor soaked, the candles on the verge of going out. "asshh, fuck this feels good, baby... mmnnn, grrr, Victoria, Victoria... mine, you're mine..." I stared at her, obsessed.

She released my vein, and her bloodstained lips crashed against mine. I lifted her with brute strength, stumbling out of the tub, guided by instinct, pushing through the darkness. Our mouths didn't stop devouring each other. I tasted myself on her and bit her back, tasting her too. Everything was raw and dark... ours. ---- I laid her on the bed without letting up, buried deep between her thighs. On the furs and hides, my hips moved mercilessly, fucking her until she screamed into my neck.

She trembled from head to toe. Her nails clawed into my back, ripping me open, making me even wilder. Her pussy clenched in waves of orgasm. My own release surged from deep in my balls. I pulled back and flipped her on all fours, covering her mouth and ramming in from behind. It only took a few thrusts before I saw fucking stars and came inside her with a howl that ripped from my throat. I reached a state I'd never felt before.

I could feel it in the madness-That primitive instinct to mark what was mine. The knot swelled up like it hadn't in years, locking into her folds, meant to breed my female. My fangs grew uncontrollably, her fragile nape exposed to my ---- instinct to claim. A roar built in my soul. It hurt like my chest was being ripped open-but I couldn't resist. I lowered my head and bit down, fully intent on claiming her. I plunged into her to the hilt.noveldrama

Her muffled moans seeped past my hand, soaked in pleasure. The wooden frame beneath us creaked, ready to collapse. Darkness. Sweat. Blood. Sex... and in the midst of all that chaos, something roared in my mind: "MINE! MY MATE! DON'T YOU DARE LET HER GO, DRACOMIR! SHE BELONGS TO ME!" My... my wolf. Alan was speaking to me. Hadn't he been devoured by the dark magic of that ice crystal?