The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation – Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Getting to Know My Wolfie

ALDRIC

I agree with Azarot, but that means I’ll have to ask a witch from the Dark Realm to examine her and break the spell.

I have so many doubts.

Why would someone cast such a curse on Valeria? Could it be connected to that bastard ex of hers—some kind of plot to harm her? Many werewolves buy curses and spells like the sexual slave enchantment.

They all come from the underworld, the black market.

No matter how hard I try to shut it down, they keep buying those dangerous tricks from the Dark Realm in secret.

I’m going to heal you, love, no matter what it takes.

I’ll rid you of that damn contaminated magic inside you.

You can’t have anything to do with the Dark Realm.

I want you far away from danger.

I press her against my skin, kissing her temple while listening to her soft breathing, gently caressing her entire body.

I won’t lose you too, Valeria.

Those creatures of darkness won’t take you from my side.

“When will you tell her we’re mates? She doesn’t seem to feel it without her wolf, and besides, she’s already free from the Aurum butterfly spell,” Azarot questions.

“I’ll speak with her about our bond as soon as we have a quiet moment. As for the slave spell… I want to play a little longer with my provocative she-wolf.”

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VALERIA

My senses return, reminding me I’ve just had the wildest, most intense night of my life.

I was sacrificed before the Goddess multiple times—and in different positions.

Flashes of me riding a massive, hard lycan cock make me shudder with both lingering pleasure and shame.

This sexual slave spell… it’s serious.

I squeeze something soft and warm in my hands.

I’m lying on my side in bed, hugging this warm blanket that smells so delicious I bury my nose deeper into it.

Suddenly, something wet sniffs my hair, my neck, and a warm tongue laps over my face and shoulder.

The powerful sound of a heartbeat thuds against my ear.

Wait! Is Aldric still in his lycan form?

I open my eyes wide only to see black fur streaked with reddish copper tones across the chest of what looks like a massive wolf I’m clinging to.

Calmly, I ease back a little, looking up in awe—only to be met with the intimidating face of a giant wolf staring deep into me with ruby-red eyes—the same beastly eyes as Aldric’s lycan form.

My heart races when he leans in closer, his massive form pressing against my bare body on the King’s bed.

His dominant aura surrounds me, but it doesn’t feel dangerous.

Still, I can’t shake the feeling that he wants to devour me.

“Wait, wolfie…” I bury my hands in his reddish ears when he lunges forward, pinning me against the mattress that creaks beneath our combined weight.

His massive body covers mine as he licks softly at the skin of my chest.

“Don’t be scared, little one. He’s Azarot—my inner wolf—and he would never harm you, Valeria.”

Aldric’s voice finally speaks in my mind, confirming my suspicions.

I shudder, moaning softly as the first warm lick drags over my sensitive nipple, and my legs instinctively press against his broad sides and hind legs.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, sending chills over my skin as his sharp canines graze me and his playful tongue continues to torment my breasts.

I feel strange—aroused beneath this heated wolf—as he rubs his powerful body all over me.

If he’s a lycan, how can he shift into a wolf like a regular werewolf?

“Baby, I’m not the Lycan King for nothing. Your mate has great power,” Aldric responds with a deep, raspy tone in my head, clearly affected by the heat between the sheets as much as I am.

Azarot nips gently at my nipple, growling, demanding my attention back on him.

“No, no, wait… wait, wolfie…” I stammer, stopping him when he pulls back slightly, something hard and wet rubbing against my thigh.

I lower my gaze toward his fur-covered belly and freeze at the sight.

He nudges my waist gently with his muzzle, licking sensually along my ribs, coaxing me.

I know perfectly well what he wants.

He wants me to turn around.

But there’s no way I’m doing that, because I know exactly what this wolf in heat is planning.

“Aldric! Enough already! What are you playing at?” I protest, making him huff and growl when I call His Majesty’s name again.

His expressions are almost human—so damn cute—even if I’m probably the only person alive who’d think that about this enormous, intimidating beast.

“Don’t be mad, A… Azarot. I… don’t you think this is a bit fast for the first time we’re meeting?” I cough awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at the hard thing pressing insistently against my thigh.

“Besides, I’m too tired from last night to shift into my wolf form.”

We stare at each other for several seconds.

I can practically see him debating whether to eat me now or later.

When he leans in again, I tense, thinking he’ll keep insisting—but instead, he simply lies down on top of me, his massive weight pressing me back into the pillows, resting his head gently on my collarbone.

I smile softly as his wet nose tickles my neck—sniffing me, nuzzling—his head resting protectively against my shoulder.

Strange feelings stir in my heart.

I press my hands into his thick black and copper fur, hugging him tighter against me, closing my eyes as the sunlight peeks through the tall windows.

I can feel it—a knot forming in my throat—as these raw, possessive emotions radiate from him.

“Azarot…” I whisper his name, feeling him shudder slightly and press deeper into the crook of my neck.

How long have I waited to feel like this?

It seems like an eternity.

Dorian’s wolf never even looked at me—never approached me this way.

He never made the slightest effort to mark me.

How could I have been so foolish—so in love with someone who despised me so much?

“Little one, I’ll leave Quinn here, and tomorrow we’ll return to the castle.

Valeria, we need to talk about many things.”

Now that you bear my mark—even if it’s temporary—everything has changed between us.

Aldric’s deep voice echoes in my mind.

I nod silently, swallowing hard, feeling both nervous and afraid of what comes next as I cling tighter to my wolf, seeking comfort in his warmth and strength.

Will he hate me when he finds out I don’t have a she-wolf spirit to be his true mate?