The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1253

---- 169. THE BEAST'S HEART IS YOURS. Narrator She spread her legs wider and held onto the window frame, claws digging into the wood as she braced herself against the pounding from the massive male behind her. Her hair was yanked into a fist, keeping her under control, her back arching while her ass smacked rhythmically against his tight, hard abs. Drakkar and Khalum were wilder than ever, fully dominating them, making love to them standing up and against the open window.

Lyra and Aztoria surrendered to them, letting themselves be mounted under the open sky as their witness. "I, Drakkar, just a wild fool from the jungle, beg the woman I love to accept me even if I have nothing... Lyra, my life or death are in your hands... the Heart of the Beast can only belong to you." In the whirlwind of passion, Lyra heard the most beautiful words in the universe. ---- The sincere feelings of Drakkar and Khalum swept through like a storm, wrapping around her soul.

accept you, my beloved wolf. I'll love you so deeply that you'll never regret choosing me." Sealing their love, Lyra felt her man's powerful body press against her back. His hot tongue licked her nape with delight and she trembled beneath Drakkar's relentless thrusts. A huge hand covered her mouth to muffle her moans as his teeth sank deep

hearts in a way no one could ever break. Lyra's pupils gleamed, reflecting the light of the Goddess who cast shimmering beams over them, as if blessing their union. While her body shook with a powerful orgasm, the fog of pleasure clouded her senses. ---- Khalum's voice echoed in her mind, telling her how much he loved her, that she was the most perfect creation, his ideal gift. "I love you too, my wild

of ancestral blood tempted her nose, she opened her mouth and drank from her mate's strength Her body rocked a few more times until she felt her mate's fierce growl behind her, licking the mark

from ecstasy to concern. ---- "Baby, I'm going to knot you." "Drakkar, wait... ahh, damn it! How much bigger is it gonna get?!" Lyra was sweating cold. Desire and pain, lust and discomfort. "Spread your legs more, baby... more...