The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

ISIDORA

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“Dora, I’m sorry, but we can’t stay too late today,” Karla tofd me in a low voice when we stopped to drink some water.

“What’s wrong? Going on a date with your slave?” I nudged her shoulder with the easy trust we already had.

I said it as a joke, but her face turned scandalously red.

“Well… no. I need to recover my energy….”

“Sure, your energy….” I winked at Mikaela, who was trying so hard not to laugh until she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and the two of us teased poor Karla at her expense.

“Pft, you’re just jealous. Dora can laugh, but you can’t.” Karla shoved Mikaela, pretending to be annoyed.

“Hey, that’s a low blow!” Mikaela shoved her back while I drank from my little canteen.

Then my amused eyes suddenly found those golden ones on the sidelines, eyes that didn’t seem to blink at all.

Blaze hadn’t stopped watching me for even a second. He took every chance to guide me, touching me a little more each time.

Obviously, he didn’t lay a finger on the girls. He only barked a few instructions at them in that wolfish way of his.

“It’s true. I need to find myself a slave or I won’t be able to make my seal bloom.” Mika’s sigh pulled me back into the conversation with the girls beneath the shade of the eaves.

Then her smile turned uncomfortable and a little sad.

“I feel like I’m dragging you both down. The difference between an Estingia who has unleashed her seal and one who’s still repressed is obvious.”

“You’ll get there. If I could do it, so can you….” Karla placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s just… I’m not good at choosing slaves. I don’t have good instinct….”

“Do you want Blaze and me to go with you to the slave dungeons?” I offered suddenly, on impulse.

She lifted her head as if little stars had lit up in her eyes.

“You’d do that for me?” She took my hands and squeezed them hard. “Blaze could intimidate the slaves like grrrr….”

She made little clawing gestures as if Blaze were a rabid dog, and I couldn’t help laughing and glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

He was only watching me… as if I might disappear in the next second. Not even offended. As if the joke had nothing to do with him.

“All right. Go rest. We’ll go after dinner tonight, okay?”

“Yesss!”

She skipped away like a little girl, dragging Karla along with her.

The two of them were like black and white, but that difference was part of their charm.

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Chapter 160

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Then, all at once, the small training field went from lively to silent.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but I decided to practice a little more.

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I could feel that the more I held the sword and fed it my energy, the easier it became to control, and the less it hurt.

So I pulled it from the hay bale where I had stabbed it and took my place again in the practice area.

I raised it above my head, gripping it with both hands the way Blaze had taught me, and went for a backward slash.

But when I turned my feet and brought it down with all my strength, I was startled by the sound of impact by the jolt of hitting something solid.

Blaze was wielding a thick branch, and somehow, he had met my sword with it.

“You’re holding the hilt wrong. Spread your hands farther apart so you can balance the weight,” he told me in that magnetic voice that always pushed against my defenses.

My green eyes stared defiantly into his golden ones.

I did as he told me, and now that we were alone, the lesson was only for me.

“Don’t rely only on that trick of extending the sword. That will only surprise your opponent the first time. After that, you need to use it with intelligence.”

His words tangled with the repeated crack of my sword striking that branch.

“Let’s keep going,” I said with all the firmness I could gather.

I heard his frustrated growl.

“You need to feed on my strength… even if you hate me right now, think coldly….”

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“I don’t hate you. Don’t be dramatic….” I pushed his chest again, but his hand didn’t move even an inch from my waist.

“Then when are you going to feed from me?” he insisted in that deep voice, and I’ll admit it, my treacherous body always responded to him.

Then something wet licked my ear and sucked on my earlobe.

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t moan and dug my fingers into those strong pecs, damp with sweat.

I loved wild Blaze, and imagining him right now shoving that enormous cock inside me while he sweated and growled over me wasn’t helping my sanity.

But that phrase, “think coldly,” was what locked my heart shut.

If he wanted me to be nothing but the Estingia mistress who used him for sex and power… then fine.

That was exactly what I would be.

“All right. We’re going to fuck. Come with me.”

This time, I shoved him for real, catching him by surprise as I walked toward one of the smaller haystacks farther away.

In front of me, the wall of the old half-abandoned tool shed also gave me some cover.

Without giving him a second glance, I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down my legs.

I walked to one of the compact bales of hay, the one that worked like a step, and sat on it, leaning my back against the higher bale behind me.

I spread my legs in front of Blaze, showing him my bare pussy like a shameless slut, then bent one leg up and braced my ankle boot on the edge of the straw.

“Kneel down and eat my pussy until I order you to stop. Make sure you get that tongue deep inside me….”

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