The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I reached out and pinched Rufus' wolf ears without hesitation. I adored them immensely.

How could he have such soft fluffy ears? They were the complete opposite of his cool and imposing exterior.

The shape of his wolf ears was exquisite, and the inner part was clean and pink. I gently flicked the tip of one ear, causing a quiver to run through his entire ear.

I wasn't satisfied, so I lowered my head and nipped the tip of the ear, eliciting a groan from Rufus.

"Don't bite me."

I ignored him and nibbled on his other ear. Looking at the bite marks on his wolf ears, I nodded contentedly. This was much better.

Rufus' ears were especially sensitive, whether they were in human form or wolf form. Every time I touched them, it felt like I easily turned on some strange switch. For example, at this moment, Rufus' body was drenched with sweat. His face was flushed and a blue vein was visibly throbbing on his forehead. He looked sexy and cute.

"Sylvia," he mumbled in a hoarse voice.

felt a chill hit my body. I looked down and realized that Rufus had stealthily taken off my skirt. "What are you doing?" I wanted to pick up my skirt from the floor, but Rufus flipped us

me like I was his prey. His angular jaw tightened, and the air around him hummed

nervous for some reason. "What... what are you

"Fucking you!"

soon as he said this, he

kiss left me dazed. The dim light was hitting my eyes directly, making me close them involuntarily and causing tears to leak from the corner of my eyes. His big hands were moving over my body, leaving a tingle of

straightened my feet and rubbed my

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pushed my thighs apart and settled on top of my body. I could feel something big

against it, and I could feel the wetness from my pussy soak the

moving downwards. His wolf ears were still straight, and except for his collar looking a little

clothes, but he grabbed my wrists

swept over my body slowly, as

lower lip, I closed my eyes. This sensation of being on display filled

roughly with his