The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- He pushed me forward while his cock nestled firmly between my ass cheeks. I didn't even have time to complain before he told the boy to hand him the reins. One hand clamped hard around my waist, pulling me even closer. My back was crushed against his rock-hard, sun-kissed chest. He wasn't wearing his usual armor, just a half-open white linen shirt "Hyah!" he roared, spurring the strong beast that neighed and surged forward. We rode out of the stables and my body stayed stiff.

I said nothing, pretending to be rebellious even though I was loving the warmth of his skin His breath tickled my ear, and his wild male scent was driving me insane. Draco always had the power to enchant me. The steed was fast, and soon I spotted his men waiting outside the village. ---- I also glanced around casually. I couldn't feel Rousse, but he knew we were heading to the Lord's camp. He'd be lurking nearby. We'd meet up later. The horse stopped, hooves crunching on the gravel.

"Is everything ready?" the Lord asked his Beta. "Yes, sir, we can leave," he replied, giving me a brief glance. The other men did a good job pretending they weren't staring, but not a single one laid eyes on me directly. "Miss Celia is in the carriage." When he said that, I noticed the small carriage up ahead. "Good, let's hurry so we're not late." Draco urged the horse forward, trying to take the lead, but as we passed by the carriage, the little curtain opened.

glare. ---- "My lord, there's room in the carriage. You could ride more comfortably," she said, hiding her rage behind a fake sweet tone. Those red lips curled into a seductive pout. "You know I hate carriages. Stay inside... Vam-" "But your slave can ride with mine. If there are no more horses, there's no reason

the door, and I was sure she would've pulled me down if she could. But Draco kicked the wooden door shut with the tip of his boot. He nearly slammed it in that vulture face of hers. A smug smile spread across my lips, and I didn't bother hiding it. "Don't start any trouble, Celia," Dracomir warned her harshly. Without giving her time to whine, he took off galloping in front.

His powerful heart beat wildly, just like the galloping steed. Riding through the forest paths, we finally arrived at the border camp by dusk. "Asencio, get my tub ready!" he barked at one of the warriors who came to greet him. He dismounted the horse and immediately stretched out