The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- I fucked her from below, plunging into that volcano of heat and pleasure. Reaching deep, dominating her, claiming her. She was mine... or at least, that's what my heart wanted to believe-but my fucked-up mind still remembered. Those memories came back to destroy everything. Our moans echoed across the lagoon; the moment was near. This time, I was going to make damn sure she was drenched in my scent. That stupid wolf would have no choice but to hand her over.

I didn't give a damn about that fucking tattoo- She's lying, she has to be. She doesn't smell like that male. Or anyone else. "My Lord, I can't take it... aaahhh... I'm cumming!" Her screams in my mind were like an orgasm for my senses. I loved when she called me "My Lord." It made my cock twitch like crazy. ---- I sped up, frantic and full of fire. I leaned in to kiss her, but Victoria buried her face in my neck, and I immediately knew what she was about to do.

That shiver in my veins, the tongue licking my skin, the pressure of her fangs... The searing pain as they pierced my flesh. «it's Victoria. You want her. She's not like those other bitches. Just hold on, she needs to feed.» I told myself over and over, trying to stay focused on the sex, but .. even my cock started to go soft. Fuck! It's just a stupid bite! I roared in fury-at myself. I'd sworn never to let any of them do this to me again. But for her, I thought I could handle it...

fangs sank deep and that bloodlust hit, adrenaline surged through my body. I knew it wasn't the pain I feared-but I couldn't enjoy giving her what she took, either. ---- That innocent boy came rushing back to my memory. While they pierced me

over with past hatred, drowning in traumas I thought were gone. I shoved her, and something hit the rock with a dull thud, followed by a pained gasp. I jumped back. Sweat poured off me, and breathing felt impossible. I pressed my cold hand to the wound on the side of my neck. I could feel

before. My eyes finally opened to the horror of what I'd done. Victoria sat curled up on the rock, holding the back of her head. I'd let her