Maybe it tau ord you on?” His finger ventured between her cuter lips. Her core clenched, i
ed, instinctively trying to keep him out. But he did not by to enter her
He gave her a saj to her renter
ce with his palm, sending a pot through her coun, ”
“Not even a little?”
(Viaclenched her jaws “Why are you doing This
He obviously did not care about the truth, otherwise he would actually investigate instead of outrightly dismissing her words as lies
He rubbed his palm over hier, spreading her pussy lips in the process and caressing her cot. “You dare question the king?
“If you hate mesomoch, just send me away,” she said.
“Ah, now you are telling the king what to do.” He kneaded her cheek in one hand then delivered a stinging stap. “You have no manners. His finger finally breached her slit, dipping into her. *sal’Bleach you some H
Lyua pressed her face to the bed at the telling of his finger penetrating her. She moved her hips, trying to dodge, but his hand on her ass held her down firmly. “Please stop,” she begged “You don’t like it?” he asked, la voire mocking
“No
“Should bring another male who is not your mate? Those are the ones you like, right? The ones who are not your maten.”
Lyra’s jaw was beginning to hurt from how hard she was clenching her teeth. It was not just because of her frustration, but because she was fighting a losing battle against her body. A storm. of lust wan berwing in her stomach, and there was nothing she could do about it
The Lyran King was her mate, and her body was made for him, to want him. As long as the bond existed, she belonged to him. She could hate him and curse him and wish him dead, but as long as he exerted his power over her, she could only dance to his tur
de replied brokenly.
“Then why are you not happy! You say your former mate preferred other females. Here I am, with you. Is this how you receive a mate who wants you?
Was he marking her? Of course. He did not want her! He only wanted to keep her around so he could use her whenever he wanded. It was as if he wanted to punih her for being muted to him -as if she had any choice in that. He was the same king who emphasised the importance of accepting Goddess–given mates. Who knew he was such a hypocrite?
Lyna felt even more hopeless thinking about the fact that these was no one else out there for her, Jallan was her second chance mate. She would not be lucky enough to have a third option The alus happened to be the Lycan King Antagonising him would not help her in any way, Rather than treat him like an enemy, why not…
Why not obedient?
She could act like the powerless Omega she was. If she kept defying him, talking back, it only made him think he needed to treat her like this. But if she acted weak and at his mercy, wouldn’t. he lose interest in breaking het, or whatever he was trying to do? And then, maybe, in the future, there could be a chance to free herself. When he moved his finger to her centre again, she moved her hips to make him go deeper.
“That’s a good shut,” he said, thrusting his finger all the
side. All wet and nerdy. If you want something, stop pretending and just ask for in.
Lyra forced a man out of her throat as she moved her hips, fucking herself onto his finger. She was caught between a place of disgust and arousal, wanting him to take her harder and wishing, he world pull away
He willdrew his finger and then his hand. And then, the bed shifted as he got down. She did not wait for his instruction as she turned onto her back. Her well whimpered, wanting to be close tolum again. Har wanted to complete the bound, then and there Lyra wished she could stop her wolf, but she was no better. Her pawy felt empty and abandoned. She was ready and pulsing, and the only thing she could think about was having him inside her. The way he was looking at her, with his entire body taut and his brows tense above his eyes, she knew he wanted It too
“You better sleep soon,” he said, turning to the door. “I imagine you’ll be busy tomorrow.” Η
Lyra hated that a whine of protest rose from her thomat, that she could do nothing as he opened the dou and lett
pe his attitude towards her by acting obedient. He did not trust her.
As she got dressed again, she wondered whether she was fading herself by thinking there was a possibility she could change Wouldn’t he just think she was trying to fool ?
If that was not an option, the only thing she could do to help herself was escape. But how could she do that? This was the royal palace, whose security was much stricter than Devon’s pack. Escaping was probably more of an impossilality than changing the king’s attitude was.
