The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 292

The Last Lycan King Is My Slave

I’d Leave It All Behind for You

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“Wait… what?” Soul repeated like an idiot, and I was left just as dumbfounded.

I was so stunned that not only did I fail to say a word, I loosened my hold on my mate and ended up hitting the ground with a dull thud.

She’d been running so fast that the momentum sent me rolling until I landed on my back, staring up at the star–filled sky and gasping for breath.

She… was she really willing to give up the power she’d fought so fiercely for just to be my mate?

My heart hammered as if it might burst out of my chest while Soul howled with joy in my mind.

Suddenly, a beautiful furry face appeared above me, staring down with obvious amusement.

“Were you messing with me?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

Soul immediately fell silent, and I could feel his unease.

“What if I was? Would you be mad?”

The tip of her nose brushed my forehead, and I reached up to stroke her ears.

“No… I’d never pressure you like that, and I can live without marking you. It’s your decision, my love…”

I meant every word, burying all that emotion deep in my soul.

“But you’d want to, wouldn’t you? You want to mark us…”

“Don’t make me answer that, little one. I already told you I’d never demand anything from you…”

“And what about heirs? Without a mark, it’s very difficult to conceive children, much less Lycan heirs… especially with an Estingia.”

Her breath washed over my face as I lifted myself slightly and pulled her down with me, leaving her sprawled across my chest.

“Then it’ll be just you and me until the Goddess claims us. Doesn’t sound like a bad plan, does it?”

“What if I still don’t want to be your queen?” This time, it was Isidora’s voice asking the question.

I folded one arm behind my head and stroked Varka’s back while she stared intently at me.

“I want to give both you and Varka everything. But if happiness for you means a simple life, even if you want to remain an Estingia… I’ll do whatever you want, baby. I’ll be your slave forever.”

And I wasn’t lying.

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I’d given up the throne once before.

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Power had never blinded me, and now I had the most important thing in the world resting against me… I’d give up anything for her.

“Why do you always make it so hard for me to be strict with you?”

Suddenly, a lick across my neck sent a shudder all the way through me.

I held Varka tighter while Soul fought like hell to take over, but this time, I wanted to be the one enjoying my

mate.

“I get hard for you pretty damn fast, though…” I teased, nibbling one of her ears.

“Mmm, very hard and very big… you’re fucking perfect in that department too.”

“If you’re trying to turn me on with compliments, it’s working, baby…”

“Pfft… you’re shameless.” Hearing Isidora laugh through our bond made me smile too, though I hid my disappointment that she hadn’t been serious.

Then Varka nibbled my bearded chin.

“I’ll let Isidora tell you herself, then. Next time, play with me, handsome…”

I wasn’t sure what the two of them were plotting now, but the she–wolf began to shift on top of me.

I loosened my hold to give her room.

To anyone else, it might have looked grotesque. To my kind, it was the most natural thing in the world.

Especially when the shift left a delicious redhead straddling me, planting her palms on my pecs and pinning me to the soft grass in that flower–filled valley.

“You’ve been flirting an awful lot with my wolf… would you rather stay with her?”

She braced herself above me, letting those two enormous tits that drove me out of my mind sway before my greedy eyes.

Below, her bare pussy rubbed against my stomach, and my dick throbbed upright between her ass cheeks…

“What…? Could you repeat that?” I was already starting to think with the wrong head.

“Pffi… you’re so fucking horny. I should keep punishing you for all your lies…”

She lowered herself a little more, her soft red curls tickling my torso.

I grabbed her waist and let my hands slide down to squeeze and spread her ass.

I arched upward, bringing myself closer to the face that would be my fucking downfall.

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“Punish me like you did last time. Tie me up, whip me, do whatever you want… just let me have you.”

My wolfish voice rumbled against her parted lips as she panted, the scent of her arousal making pre–cum bead at the tip of my cock.

“Let me sink into that tight little heaven between your legs…”

“Mmm…”

She moaned against my lips as my hand slipped between her slick cheeks and my middle finger found the wetness running over my taut stomach.

“Let me possess you forever…. my lady…”

My middle finger teased the small, hot opening pulsing against its tip.

I claimed her mouth as her arms locked around my neck, then slid that finger into her cunt with a filthy squelch, her juices slicking my hand.

Our tongues tangled with desperate, lust–soaked hunger, neither of us willing to give an inch as we fought to devour each other.

I pushed myself halfway upright and spread one of her ass cheeks wide while my other hand disappeared between her legs, fingering that tight little pussy begging to be fucked deep and hard.

My woman’s moans vanished into the kiss as her hips began to rock, grinding her clit along my shaft where it lay rigid against my stomach.

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