The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Dark Punishment

VALERIA

The kiss is devastating—maddening—consuming our will.

Our hands move with growing urgency, desperate for release. My fake wolf fangs sting like they’re real. I’m dying to taste his blood again—like an addict. Shivers run down my spine as I kneel, clinging to the King’s powerful body.

I’m so close. If he keeps hitting that sensitive spot inside me, I’ll be seeing stars in seconds.

But I forgot—this is a punishment.

“Nice try, little Omega,” he growls near my ear, his voice feral. “You almost came… but not quite.”

“No, wait… Aldric,” I protest with a pout as he stops, my body still trembling.

He smirks—that wicked, knowing smirk that drives me crazy. His hands tug at my dress without asking, but I cooperate, raising my arms to help him undress me. I’m left wearing only my black boots, exposed to his smoldering, lycan gaze.

His eyes already glow red with desire.

“Turn around. All fours,” he commands. “I want you in mating position. At the feet of the Goddess.”

Shit. Is this some kind of sacred offering?

I hesitate—until I see him slowly stripping. His shirt, pants, boots—all gone. He stands gloriously naked, his body carved by sin, his cock thick and dripping as it points at me like a dark promise.

Mother Moon… thank you for this glorious gift. I might cry from joy.

His deep, husky laugh echoes in my mind, and my heart skips.

“You’re so unfocused I can hear your every thought, my sexy female,” he says. “And I promise—you’ll cry tonight.”

“Turn around, Valeria.”

He steps closer, his towering frame eclipsing mine, until I finally obey, pressing my knees to the platform, thighs spread, arms clutching the Goddess’s statue.

I moan softly as he kneels behind me, spreading my cheeks and licking me with his long lycan tongue—slow, rough, and devastating. I gasp when he teases a more forbidden place.

“What… what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, just kisses up my spine, his thick tip pressing against my entrance—lower than I expected.

“Aldric, no—wait! That’s the wrong—”

I try to twist away, but his strong arm wraps around my waist like a shackle.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cry?” he growls. “Then take it.”

His tip pushes harder against me, my muscles tensing with panic.

“No, no, Aldric—please, not like this! I didn’t mean—”

He growls into my neck.

“You disobeyed. This is your consequence.”

He smacks my ass sharply—once, twice, again—making me gasp. My body shakes with effort, trying to relax against the pressure.

I grip the edge of the statue, toes digging into the stone. My heart races. It hurts, even without full entry.

“Aahh! Stop—Aldric, I don’t want this! Please!”

I panic, squirming under him, but he holds me firm. He pulls me up against his chest, my back against his heat.

And then—he stops.

I feel him chuckle.

—

ALDRIC

She trembles in my arms, and for once, it’s not from desire.

She’s afraid.

I could take her now—claim every inch of her—but I won’t. Not like this.

“Next time you think about lying to me or defying me, remember this moment,” I whisper into her ear.

I take her hand and guide it to my cock, still throbbing between her thighs.

“This? This will be your punishment. And you’ll beg for it… when you’re ready.”

I step back, leaving her shaken—but untouched.

This female is mine.