The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 112

hapter 112

ISIDORA

“I’m fine…”

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“No. You’re weak. You have no idea how I found you, cold on the balcony floor,” he said, reproach heavy in his voice.

His concern was impossible to miss.

I stayed quiet, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my ear, breathing in his wild, delicious scent.

I would’ve sworn it felt more intense than ever. Before I could protest again, he sat down in the chair with me on top of him.

“It won’t hold…” I tensed when the wood creaked under so much weight.

“It had better hold. Turn toward the table, my lady…”

“Blaze, this isn’t necessary. You don’t have to treat me like a child…”

“Turn toward the table… my lady…” I lifted my eyes and looked straight into a gaze full of domination.

My whole body shivered under that possessive aura. I swallowed and turned on his lap, my legs open, sitting over him.

Why the hell am I even going along with his whims? I’m the mistress here!

But Blaze uncovered the trays and began serving food onto the plate in front of me.

He carved the chicken and added potatoes.

I didn’t speak, and neither did he, but the heat between our bodies rose with every brush.

The shirt rode up my thick thighs as I sat there, leaving me practically in my panties over the hard bulge I could feel more and more clearly.

I swear I wasn’t moving on purpose, but the low growls rumbling beside my ear and his cock swelling between my legs made me grow more and more restless.

When the fork finally came to my mouth, gentle and patient, I opened my lips and let my slave feed me like a true queen.

Every little thing Blaze did got under my skin, but I understood this was his way of making peace.

I didn’t want to stay angry with him either.

“Blaze, you can eat too.” I picked up the other fork and speared a piece of sliced chicken.

I turned to bring it to his mouth. I’d noticed his habits. What he devoured most was meat.

“Good… then let’s talk to him and make our offer.”

I finally stood and walked with purpose to find something decent to cover myself from the waist down.

The truth was, I didn’t want to take off Blaze’s shirt.

He cleared the table while I made myself presentable, and my mind focused on the next negotiation with Efrain LookWood.

I would steal Lucio’s thriving business. I would tear his life apart piece by piece, without mercy, and then… he would end up the same as, or worse than, those men he’d sent to rape me.

What I hadn’t counted on was something big happening in this pack the very next day.

The next Alpha was about to be chosen, and Lucio was the favorite…

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