The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

ISIDORA

That’s exactly what I did, almost leaning forward as heat surged through me.

Lady Omara quickened her hips, riding him with a savage, knowing sensuality.

The scent of blood spread through the aphrodisiac incense when her claws sank into his muscular chest, searching for an anchor while her body rolled and bounced with raw passion.

I wanted to learn. I had never seen a woman dominate a male like that. He was surrendering control to her, and he enjoyed the way she made love to him.

It was… so hot. So intoxicating. It stirred that dark hunger in me to experience it, to live it, to feel everything she was feeling.

Her lips began reciting some kind of incantation.

I had never heard those ancient words before, but it was as if they forced their way through my ears and seared themselves into my mind.

“Sshh…” I hissed under my breath, touching my temple when a headache washed over me.

“Don’t resist. Let the secrets sink into you. Let your she-wolf channel them. Feel what Omara is feeling right now…”

The sex was building toward its peak. The curtains stirred as if a stronger breeze had swept through, and the candle flames surged like a devouring force.

“Aahh!” Lady Omara’s moan blended with the roar of her slave as he trembled beneath her body.

Her skin, bronzed by the warm light, began marking itself with black lines that spread out from the tattoo on her lower back.

I hadn’t realized it before, but it was true. We Estingias had our own mark.

I pressed a hand to my lower belly, where my tattoo burned and prickled, sending waves of heat straight into my core.

The tension tightened in my chest as I watched Lady Omara transform completely.

A mantle of dark mist seeped from her pores like a second skin.

A tail floated above her ass, swaying, ears rising from the top of her head, as if a she-wolf were bending over the man shuddering through a delicious orgasm.

He opened his mouth in a roar that made the walls shake, and then I saw it…..

Lady Omara parted her lips, barely a breath away from his, close enough to kiss him, but they didn’t.

Something was coming out of the man, some kind of dark energy that Lady Omara was drawing into herself, absorbing mouth to mouth, and the more she took, the darker the tattoos on her body became.

The wolf-mantle over her body grew and fluttered with life, with hunger, with power…

I felt it in my bones while my own she-wolf roared inside me, chasing that sensation, that ecstasy….

The floor shook, and the patterns of her mark spread through the stone, blooming across the chamber walls like ink-black

roses.

Lady Omara let out a deep, satisfied howl, an animal call, as she lowered herself and kissed her slave deeply, almost in

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