The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

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The scream tore from my throat when he slammed into me from behind.

Rough fingers dug into my hips while Blaze impaled me to the hilt with his cock.

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He pulled almost all the way out only to drive back in with a deep thrust, faster each time, blowing my mind with pleasure while my pussy fought to get used to that frantic rhythm.

“Aaah, wait, Blaze… not so fa… sshh, ahh, fuck…!” I couldn’t form a single word.

My hair stuck to my face from the sweat running down my skin, and my fingers sank into the hay while my nipples rubbed/ against the rough surface.

My heavy breasts swung harder and harder with every thrust.

Suddenly, my hair was caught in a fist, forcing me to lift my head, and a merciless hand slapped my ass.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The spanks landed on my ass like punishment for refusing to kiss him.

My back arched, and all I could do was moan loudly and spread my legs wider to be fucked from behind again and again by that savage.

“Then take it out. Take every bit of my damn power now that you’re so capable!” His roar vibrated near the back of my neck as he leaned over me.

I could feel his weight like a mountain pressing me down until there was nothing but pleasure and an orgasm devouring me from the inside.

“Aahhh, I can’t take it. I can’t take it!” I didn’t even have time to recite any damn spell because my pussy was coming in a gush of ecstasy that burst from my folds with embarrassing force.

My back arched as I pushed back against him, taking him to the base and feeling him swell even more, as if his wolf knot were about to lock inside me.

Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess… what a delicious thing.

I was pulling his energy not only from his mouth. I could feel it flowing through his pores into mine.

Ecstasy came from every direction with him.

Blaze took me to the heights every time we had sex.

The tremors inside me turned devastating when he roared, lying fully over me, and I felt his canines close around my shoulder, sinking deep into my skin.

His cock jerked, and so did his balls, releasing all that creamy, hot semen until it overflowed inside me and rolled down the inside of my thighs.

His bite hurt, and at the same time, it awakened my she-wolf’s instinct.

To mark. To possess. To claim.

I loved him so much I felt I would go insane if one day he wasn’t with me.

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Chapter 162

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“Blaze!” The name I had given him escaped my lips as my body collapsed against the poor, half-destroyed hay bales.

Some of the taller ones had fallen into a mess, just like us, sprawled out, covered in blood, sweat, and sex fluids in the middle of that training field.

If anyone passed nearby, then obviously they heard me fucking my slave, but here, that was the most normal thing in the world.

A soft tongue licked the deep, painful wounds left by his canines.

A part of me wished it had been the mark on my neck, even though they said a mark on an Estingia was dangerous.

That an Estingia she-wolf would only truly allow herself to be marked by a male stronger than her.

Even if he was her mate, there were restrictions.

But Blaze… I didn’t think I even had the faintest idea how strong this man truly was.

When his anaconda left my hole, I shuddered and let out a low moan.

“Mmnn.” I quickly brought my hand over my sex, trying to hold back all that milk spilling out of me.

For someone who was angry, he had sure come hard.

“Wait….” His hoarse voice whispered, and I heard the rustle of fabric.

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“Fine. Do whatever you want.” I narrowed my eyes and bit my lower lip, wanting to give him another “lesson” and open myself for him again on those wild hay bales.

In the end, I managed to calm my heat and return to the fortress.

I walked ahead, all arrogant, believing myself to be a cold mistress.

I thought I had taught him a lesson, but the only one walking back with red ass cheeks marked by large hands, semen sliding between her thighs, and the urge to be fucked again was me.

Meanwhile, my beloved torment followed behind me, devouring me with his eyes, dripping that masculine scent of wild sex that bewitched me, while pressing my used panties against his mouth and nose.

In the end… who was punishing whom?

Fortunately, that afternoon, things returned to the serious, chaotic ground of preparing for the Estingia rank promotion competition.

Blaze found a wounded slave inside one of the dungeon cells.

It was the first time I had gone down to that place, and I hoped it would be the last. Even more now, I understood those men’s murderous urge to gut their Estingias.

But that slave agreed to join Mikaela. His wounds worried me, but she said she could treat him with medicine.

Blaze saw something in him and told me he was a good man. Strong too.

I trusted his instincts, so I hoped Mika would finally bloom with a good slave.

She was kind. She didn’t mistreat her companions, and I think that, within his death-marked fate, that man had found a stroke of very good luck.

The other thing that worried me was that the Greenhouse owner gave us time off. We wouldn’t work again until after the promotion.

She didn’t even see us, and I worried she might be sick, but her “workers” wouldn’t let me see her.

Her message was clear. If I didn’t get promoted, I was fired.

I twisted my mouth that day when I received her message at the Greenhouse door.

“Tell the lady that if I win, she has to teach me another super powerful formula,” I said half joking in front of the dark-haired man, who gave me a strange look.

I said it on impulse, without imagining what the future I would soon be living would look like.

Because one thing was very clear to me when the day of the competition finally arrived.

I was going to win.