The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 166. WE ARE JUST HELPING HIM NARRATOR Lying on the bed, Drakkar clung to her with that primal instinct not to lose her. "Lyra, I'm the one who's scared now. What was all that madness Khalum said? Where are they going?" Aztoria whispered strangely, sounding unusually serious. As soon as they arrived, Khalum woke up roaring like crazy. It took the strength of three lycans to restrain him, but all he wanted was Lyra. The moment he had his female in his arms, he calmed down.

He kept repeating like a broken record that he wasn't leaving without her, that no one would take her from him. It took a long time to soothe him enough to fall back asleep and control the wild energy currents stirring inside him. "I won't let anyone take him from me," the Alpha said with a determined look. ---- "Next time, I won't let his sweet protective words convince me. I'm not staying behind again." They both agreed. No one would take their mate.

Lyra got up and walked to the rustic bathroom in the treehouse. Outside, the crickets sang, fireflies glowed among the tall grass. Everything seemed peaceful. She grabbed a small basin with a cloth and went to clean her man's massive body. Lying on the bed, he barely fit. "Is it just me, or does Drakkar keep getting bigger every time he absorbs that magic?" Aztoria mused, eyeing her male's huge muscles with greedy eyes.

Straddling his hips, Lyra ran the cloth over his scowling face, his thick neck, and powerful forearms. The black and blue tattoos moved beneath her gentle strokes. ---- "..Mmnn, Lyra..." Drakkar's husky voice filled the room. The bold hand of the delicate woman slid down his chest, circling his dark nipples, tangling her fingers in the hair on his chest. The trail of hair led down his sculpted abdomen. But harder than all that was the monster awakening between the Alpha's parted legs.noveldrama

Lyra rubbed herself against him "accidentally"... sshhh... it felt so big, and it kept growing... so damn good... mmnn... Drakkar was getting aroused, even while unconscious. That burning rod pulsed against her wet, needy pussy. "Mmmnn... I say it's time to clean under the loincloth and check the 'growth' of that mushroom." Aztoria licked her lips hungrily. Still blushing, Lyra saw her mate's closed eyes and went to indulge herself. She began riding one of his thighs, lifting her hand and " gently cleaning" with the cloth.