The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

ISIDORA

My face kept getting hotter as the words came out of my mouth. I didn’t even dare turn around to see Blaze’s expression behind me.

“Yes, of course. I can recommend a few,” the girl said, not uncomfortable for even a second.

Once again, I understood how normal this was here. If an Estingia was fucking her slave and “feeding” on him in some corner of the hallway, the others would walk right past like they hadn’t seen a thing.

“These are the best options,” she said after digging through a shelf behind her.

It was packed with little bottles and ointments. Obviously, their best sellers.

“And these are very good too. They soothe the swelling and cool the area. If your slave was too rough and caused any vaginal tearing, they’ll help you feel relief faster…”

“Oh.” My mouth rounded into a perfect O. Goddess… they had definitely heard us.

“I’ll take the pills to prevent pregnancy and… well, give me this ointment too.”

I took the anti-inflammatory one because my lower belly was already starting to feel uncomfortable after so many hard, vigorous penetrations.

I gathered my things, and we left straight for the room.

Very womanly little purchases and my first time having real sex… I’d call that a very productive outing.

I hadn’t been all little hearts and pink the way my stupid self had always imagined, It had been wild, exciting, lustful, and darkly tempting… and honestly, much better than my most perverted fantasies.

One thing was very clear to me… Blaze wasn’t disgusted by me.

He didn’t see me as some gross fat girl who would make him want to vomit.

I knew the aphrodisiac pushed his desire, but still, I’d seen the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me… He saw me as a real woman. And that brought my real sensuality to the surface, all of it aching to provoke him.

By the time we reached the room, I was sore, sticky with sweat and with other things that wouldn’t stop sliding down my thighs.

Blaze set the basket down and went into the bathroom to draw the bath.

Sitting on the bed, I watched him through the open door as he leaned over the edge and tested the water.

I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my heart speed up as that dangerous craving grew inside me.

Soon, we’d be completely alone, in a situation where we’d have to watch each other’s backs and trust each other.

I knew Blaze was hiding something. No man that powerful let himself become a slave for no reason.

I wanted to know more about him. About his life, what he liked, what he hated… his real name.

But I knew it was better to keep a line drawn between us, because the more I knew about Blaze, the more tangled my feelings would get.

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