The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 293

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12:20 Fri, Aug 21

The Last Lycan King Is My Slave

You Won’t Regret Choosing Me

VHAELOR

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“Aaah… that feels so good… ah, ah, ah… I love how you fill me, my king… mmm… give me all of it, baby…”

When she sank all the way down on me, I thought I saw every fucking star in the sky.

My head fell back, and air hissed between my clenched fangs.

My fingers dug into her soft waist as I fought the urge to thrust upward, letting her keep control for at least a moment while she rocked up and down, making love to me.

I was completely, hopelessly in love with Isidora.

With her palms braced against my pecs, she bounced on my shaft as it slid in and out of tight velvet.

Her ass came down on me with slaps that grew faster and faster while her full tits bounced above me, begging for my mouth.

I locked one arm around Isidora’s waist and arched up until my mouth closed around one of those hard nipples.

Nearly sitting, I began thrusting from below because I could no longer resist the need to meet each roll of her hips.

I opened wide and sucked as if I meant to draw milk from her breast, making the kind of obscene, perverted noises that only turned me on more.

“Mine! You’re mine forever…”

I repeated it like a beast marking his territory while Soul kept Varka pinned beneath him in our inner world.

Even our hearts seemed to fall into the same rhythm.

“Ah, ah, aaah, my love, I’m coming… ssshh, Blaze, not so fast… wait… wait, I want to come in a different position… ahh, fuck, you’re so hard…”

Her moans in my ears didn’t make it any easier to stop, and the feel of her fingers sliding into my hair was driving me out of control.

Even so, her wishes were always commands to me.

“How do you want it? How do you want to come for your male? Tell me…”

I gathered her red curls in my fist and pulled her head back, baring her throat.

I licked the sweat from her pale neck and kissed the spots where her veins pulsed frantically.

“Let me show you. We need to practice…”

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She was speaking in riddles, but we managed to pause in the middle of all that heat.

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I eased my dick out of her dripping cunt, her juices running down my shaft and soaking my balls.

Isidora wore a wicked little smile. I knew that look.

She was about to say something that would blow my mind… and probably make me even harder.

Then she turned her back to me and got on all fours, lifting her ass higher and lowering her torso until her tits pressed into the soft grass.

“Come on. Let’s mate like wolves. I want you to practice for the day you leave your mark on the nape of my

neck…”

My pulse went wild, thundering in my ears.

“Baby…”

“I wasn’t lying, Vhaelor… I want to be yours, body and soul. I truly do. I want my body to bear your mark… When my heat comes, take everything from me.”

The words lodged in my throat, leaving me speechless for one of the few times in my life.

Soul was already wrapped around his she–wolf, and I would do the same with my woman.

“You won’t regret this, Isidora…”

I said it as I covered her from behind, hauling her upright against my chest until we were both kneeling.

She turned her face toward mine, her fingers curling around my neck.

“I know I won’t regret it…”

I kissed her again, and this time there was far more than lust in it… there was the visceral hunger I felt for the only woman capable of bringing me to my knees.

I cupped one breast, squeezing it and playing with her nipple, twisting it in exactly the way she loved.

Below, I gripped my shaft and guided it between her legs, sinking into her from behind with a slow roll of my hips.

“Ssshh… ahh, I love your cock, baby… you fuck me so good…”

Her shameless words only stoked the filthy hunger burning through me.

My fingers found her clit, swollen with need, and started circling it.

I eased her forward onto all fours, then mounted her, driving deep as the obscene slapping of our bodies filled the clearing beneath the moon.

Isidora’s moans grew louder, and my growls became wilder.

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