The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

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Bloody images kept flashing through my mind. The smell of blood, sweat, urine, and tears wouldn’t leave my senses.

With one hand braced against a tree, I kept retching until my stomach was empty.

In a second, someone was holding my forehead and stroking my back.

Comforting me while a few tears slipped from my eyes.

I had grown up in the Estingia Tower, where merciless things happened every day. Maids whipped to death. Death matches in the arena.

Still, no matter how badly I wanted to harden my heart all at once, some part of that soft, innocent woman was still alive inside me.

“That’s it. Let it out. Let it all out, my lady. Don’t hold it in.” Blaze’s voice made me tremble, and something soft brushed over my open lips between gasps.

He cleaned me with a scrap of cloth, patient as always, holding my body before pressing it to his.

He pushed the sweat-damp hair away from my pale forehead, and I looked up into his worried eyes.

“I know I look pathetic. I know this is barely the beginning. Just give me a moment… so I can keep going….”

“It won’t always be like this. Once you understand that it’s either your enemies or you, you won’t feel bad anymore,” he said with a sigh, and before I could answer, he lifted me in his strong arms and held me against his warm chest.

He carried me against him, and I clung to him without answering, still feeling awful.

But when my nose sank into his shirt, his scent wrapped around my body and calmed the chaos inside my mind.

“Let’s go to the inn, Blaze. I want to be alone with you. I can’t take any more hypocrisy today.” My hand caressed his chest as I closed my eyes.

He moved with firm, quick, steady steps while keeping me pressed to his body.

At some point, I fell asleep, exhausted from a day full of chaos and from making love with him several times.

I knew we had reached the inn when Blaze undressed me and cleaned me with a warm cloth.

I felt the pleasure of the damp heat moving over my body.

I half-opened my eyes and saw his tall shadow washing himself too with the water left in the basin.

I could see his strong muscles tense, his blond hair falling over his shoulders, and the flash of that tattoo he carried on his shoulder.

That red flower I had burned into his skin, the symbol that this man belonged to me.

My sleepy eyes traveled over him from head to toe, until they settled on that hard, sexy ass.

What hung between his legs showed every time he bent to drag the cloth over himself.

“My lady, you should be sleeping.” he said suddenly, turning around naked, and my greedy eyes landed right on that huge

cock

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