The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

ISIDORA

My hands were still shaking as I clutched the blanket tight and stared up at the dark ceiling. That slave of mine was going to wreck my nerves.

I could still feel the heat of his cock every time I brushed against it, every time I touched it on purpose while taking his

measurements.

I still don’t know how I managed to resist the temptation of having it hard right there in front of me, twitching with arousal. giving off that wild scent that clouded all my senses.

But I did… Like I was some tough girl. Or like a complete idiot…. I still hadn’t decided.

The feel of his skin still lingered on my fingertips from when I had to stand there, practically over him, wrapping the new garment around his waist. It was raw and rough… just like Blaze.

I hated the thought of him still walking around with his balls out under nothing but that flimsy loincloth, but there wasn’t anything else I could do for him tonight.

I should’ve been dead tired. Instead, sleep wouldn’t come, and I was starting to think dawn would find me still wide awake, staring into the dark like some damn owl.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Isidora. Goddess … get it together. You’re supposed to be an empowered woman, not some fool drooling over Blaze’s pecs.”

I scolded myself, forcing my eyes shut and turning my face into the pillow.

But just when I was about to drift off, I heard something low and rough… something that didn’t sound right.

I opened my eyes to the darkness and strained to listen.

“Mmmm… Sshh…” Low growls. Heated little hisses. The sounds came muffled under quick, ragged breaths.

I wasn’t stupid. It was coming from where Blaze slept on the floor, pressed up against the wall, and I remembered what he’d said earlier about taking care of himself afterward.

“Grggrr … Mmmn…” The lust-soaked groans got louder, along with the steady sound of something moving.

My cheeks heating fast, I pushed myself up on the bed in slow motion and stared toward that huge body lying on its side, back to me.

The sheer curtains hanging from the bedposts shifted with the breeze slipping in through the windows.

Through them, and with a few streaks of moonlight helping me, I caught Blaze in the middle of getting himself off.

His back was drawn tight in an arch while his hips drove forward faster and faster. Sweat glazed his body. He was completely naked, not wearing what I’d sewn for him.

I could see that sexy ass tightening every time he fucked into his fist, his arm moving more and more vigorously.

Just imagining that huge cock sliding in and out of that tight grip, slick and dripping so damn good, made my pussy throb with need.

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