The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 279

10:47 Wed, Aug 12

The Last Lycan King Is My Slave

A King at My Feet

ISIDORA

“You still can’t feel what they’re doing?”

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“Nooo. Soul shut me out. They’ve sealed off the room,” Vaska answered, every bit as curious as I was.

Those two were up to something.

When I stepped back into the room I’d barely gotten a chance to see before, I noticed the changes right away.

A few new pieces had been added to the King’s furniture.

Softer lines, lighter colors, all of it clearly chosen with a woman in mind.

Vhaelor had led me into the bathroom, where the tub was filled with hot, soothing water.

No tricks. No trying to slip into the bath with me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

But now we couldn’t sense what he was doing in the bedroom, and I knew damn well he was up to something.

“Time to find out.”

I climbed out of the rose-scented bath, stepped barefoot onto the soft rug, and crossed to the bathroom

cabinets.

They ran from wall to wall beneath an enormous mirror that covered nearly the entire space above them.

I glanced at the two sinks. One side of the counter was clearly stocked with all kinds of women’s products.

I couldn’t help smiling when I spotted a brush for my curls, exquisite perfumes, oils, even my own toothbrush.

I opened the ornate cabinet doors beneath the counter. They were packed with even more things, all obviously meant for me.

“You were pretty damn sure I’d end up sharing this room with you…”

I murmured the words as I picked up one of the luxurious hair oils. It smelled expensive, floral, unmistakably

of lilies.

As I slowly worked out the tangles, I studied my naked body in the mirror.

The brutal training I’d put myself through in such a short time showed in every hard-earned muscle, every defined curve.

My breasts felt full and heavy, and my nipples were so sensitive that the slightest brush made me shiver.

With everything going on with Elessia, I’d forgotten all about my next heat.

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Tonight still wouldn’t be the night I gave the Lycan King everything, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist whatever waited on the other side of that door for long.

Once I’d finished detangling my wet hair, I reached for a robe someone had left hanging there like a suggestion.

“Pervert…”

I smiled when I saw it was practically transparent, nothing but red lace and tulle falling over my pale skin.

The entire front hung open, leaving my pussy bare and the curves of my breasts on full display.

I remembered that sexy little set I’d bought to wear for him one night. I guessed this was more or less the same idea.

I pushed open the doors. My confident steps slowed as I took in the scene my king had set for us.

Oh, no… not my king.

My slave.

The entire room glowed with candlelight.

There had to be more than a hundred candles of every size, scattered across the furniture and the floor around the man kneeling at the foot of the huge bed.

I slowly closed the bathroom doors behind me until only the candles’ low, warm glow remained, then walked toward him one step at a time.

The powerful Lycan King was on his knees with nothing but a rough scrap of cloth tied around his hips.

Sweat slicked his hard muscles, somehow making him look even wilder.

His gaze stayed lowered.

His hands were chained together in front of him, and a muzzle meant for a dangerous animal was strapped over his mouth.

A wolfish smile curved my lips. Vaska was getting turned on by his submission

So this was the game he wanted to play.

I stopped a step away and watched him in silence, savoring the heavy beat of his heart and the way he kept his dominant pheromones on a tight leash, all to make it seem like I was the one in control.

My eyes settled on the huge tattoo I’d etched into the skin of his arm, the symbol that had become my Estingia seal.

I stretched out my fingers. A scarlet thread of energy slipped from them and melted into the seal on his skin.

Like magic, the fleur-de-lis stirred to life. It spread over him, winding across every inch of skin.

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As it bloomed, I could feel every bead of sweat, every trace of his pheromones, every pulse of desire building inside him.

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