The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 62

Chapter 62

SHE IS PERFECT

VALERIA

Never, not even in my wildest sexual fantasies, did I imagine being taken by a massive beast in such an intense, dark, and damnably hot way.

My belly feels swollen and full, my pussy stretched to a painful limit, struggling to accommodate the knot of the gigantic lycan who pants and growls behind me, pushing his manhood so deep it feels like he’s impaling me.

I’m not afraid.

Desire and a twisted pleasure course through my body.

I want all of him.

I want him to fill me completely with his essence, to take me until I lose my mind.

However, when I felt his tongue licking my nape and his canines piercing my skin, I truly felt fear.

My brain chilled for a moment.

Aldric can’t find out! He can’t know the odd things that dwell inside me, or he’ll reject me.

I’m not a fool.

Every clue points to me being connected to the Dark Realm. I don’t want to lose him.

I can’t let the man I’ve fallen in love with hate me again.

In the middle of so much overwhelming pleasure, I summon that deep desire to hide it all—just like when I blend into the night, concealing my scent and presence from the senses of werewolves.

All the secrets of my blood, of what I am, I bury deep inside myself in a panic attack, silently praying to the Goddess that Aldric never discovers the truth.

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ALDRIC

I hold my small, lustful treasure against my chest, sitting on the platform of the Goddess’s Altar, Valeria unconscious in my arms, straddling my thighs as I wait for my knot to finally subside.

We’ve done it several times now, and each time has been more incredible than the last.

My entire body vibrates with satisfaction, having this female who challenges and provokes me, who makes every one of my dark, beastly fantasies come true.

I stroke her sweat-dampened hair, clinging to her glowing skin like the moon above us, kissing her trembling eyelids and damp lashes because, in the end, she did cry from pure pleasure.

Valeria is incredible.

I don’t know how I could have even considered letting her go, denying this love that overflows from my chest.

Because you’re an idiot.

It doesn’t matter how many centuries have passed—some things have only gotten worse, I hear the deep, rough voice of my spirit wolf growl inside me.

Azarot, don’t start.

You know my reasons very well.

Remember, you were the one who chose to lock yourself away in the first place.

You said it yourself, d4mn it.

My choice! Not because you decided to keep me imprisoned later! While she wasn’t here, I preferred not to witness your disgusting orgies trying to fill your loneliness, Aldric.

But once she appeared—our mate—how the fck could you even think of pushing her away, you bastard?! SHE IS MINE!*

He hurls insults at me, as usual, his temper uncontrollable, but I let him rant while I focus on the delicious sensation of finally withdrawing from my woman.

She whimpers softly against my chest as my semi-hard shaft slips out of her warm sheath, still dripping with my release, the evidence of our passion staining the Lunar Altar.

I’ll have to clean up this mess of cum everywhere later—or maybe not.

Perhaps I’ll leave it right here for a certain jackal to understand exactly who this female belongs to.

I lift her, covering her slightly with the clothes we’d discarded, and head toward the rivers deep in the mountains behind us.

Stop insulting me and find a hot spring. These lands are famous for them—I don’t want to put her in cold water.

I’ll find it for my female, since you were oh-so-powerful without me, right? Didn’t need me? Maybe I should let your balls freeze off instead. Go to the right.

Following his sarcastic instructions, I walk deeper into the forest, where fireflies scatter each time my bare feet press against the dew-soaked grass.

The moon lights the way across the clear sky, sprinkled with stars.

The scent of damp earth and the distant sound of water flood my senses.

I venture deeper into the mountain caves, passing behind a massive waterfall, until I reach a small cavern where several steaming pools heat the air with a comforting warmth.

“Wait here for a second, little one.”

I gently set Valeria down on a dry patch of ground, laying her over our clothes, and step into the pools to test the water’s temperature until I find the perfect one for her.

Lifting her back into my arms, I sink into the warm water, cradling my beautiful female while I cleanse the remnants of our passion from her delicate body.

“Mmmnn…”

A soft moan escapes her lips as the soothing warmth touches her skin, her senses stirring slightly, but I know she’s far past exhaustion.

“She’s so beautiful,” my wolf murmurs obsessively, staring at our mate through my eyes.

I can only nod in agreement.

I’ve never cared about Valeria’s scars, and Azarot even less.

To us, she’s simply perfect.

I can’t reach her she-wolf. The mark can only be temporary, Aldric. Without her inner wolf present, the ritual can’t be completed, he says with a frown in my mind.

I’m seated on a stone at the bottom of the pool, just savoring the moment of holding her, resting against my chest.

What did you see inside Valeria through the blood connection?

It’s too strange… a layer of shadows and dark power covers everything inside her, preventing me from reaching her wolf spirit. Honestly, I couldn’t even sense its presence. It definitely seems like a spell from the Dark Realm.

Those damn bloodsuckers did something to our female!

Valeria said her parents were violently attacked, that she might have been cursed.

She doesn’t remember much.

That’s why even with our lycan blood, she can’t fully heal or gain the advantages of our race.

But she can shift into a wolf form and go into heat.

Why can she do some things but not others?

I think through all the possibilities while pulling her closer to my skin.

It’s all too strange… but one thing is clear.

This will eventually hurt her.

She can’t keep carrying that darkness inside.

We need to find someone who can break that curse.