The Lycan Prince’s Wolfless Slave (Academy Romance) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

“I don’t.” I lie, even though my voice sounds weak to my own ears.

Kai chuckles, a dark smirk pulling at his lips as he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.

“You don’t? If I dip my finger into your panties right now, Loa, will you still be able to look me in the eye and deny it?”

A deep red hue covers my cheeks instantly. I quickly look down at his chest in shame, unable to freet his gaze. I can’t deny it. I can’t deny it because I know, with absolute certainty, that it’s the truth. I’m already embarrassingly wet between my thighs just from the smell of him and the feel of his tongue on my

skin.

Kai chuckles again, sounding deep and satisfied. He pulls me even further into his body, burying his face in my hair. “You’re so adorable when you blush like that. The things it makes me want to do to you right now…”

My mouth goes completely dry.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear before whispering directly into it. “Tell me you want me, little flower, just say

the words.”

I tremble in his arms. He continues to kiss and lick his way down my neck, his hands moving down to squeeze my hips, turning my entire body into a raging fire. Within me, Wyndra is purring loudly, practically begging me to surrender to him. I want to pretend. I want to tell myself that this intense, overwhelming reaction to him is just because of my fox. I want to blame the animal instinct. But as his fingers continue to dig into my skin. I know the

truth.

I want him. On my own. I want him so badly it hurts.

But the words get stuck in my throat. The fear of being hurt again keeps my mouth locked shut.

“Tell me the truth, Lyra.”

When I don’t answer, Kai stops. I look up at him silently, unable to speak. The confidence drains from his face, leaving him looking distant again.

He slowly releases his grip on my waist and takes a full step away from me.

“Okay then,” he says, his voice flat and empty. “I’ll leave you.”

I blink as panic hits me. Why does this make me feel bad? Should I not be happy? Isn’t this exactly what I wanted? Shouldn’t I want him to leave our s so I can be free?

few hours in the bathaib Kai turns his back to me, looking out toward the waterfall. “You can have the oasis to yourself for a while. It’ll wash the stress off your body. I’ll come back later tonight to pick you up and take you back to the pack ”

He takes a step away, beginning to walk toward the edge of the clearing.

I watch his retreating back, and my chest tightens so hard I can barely breathe Anxiety creeps though me as the

how he makes me feel. I think about the security of his arms, the fire of his touch, and the fact that he lust killed a man to keep gay fromas though I shouldn’t want him, even though it’s dangerous and complicated, I do. I really du

“Wait!” I yell.

12:06 pm PTM

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Kai freezes instantly. He stops at the edge of the road, his shoulders tensing. Slowly, he turns around to stare at me, his dark eyes searching my fare in the

dim light of the oasis.

I swallow the last of my pride, my voice small but clear. “… I… do. I want you, Kai.”

Kai stares at me for one single, breathless second.

Then, in the next second, he rushes back to me. He moves so fast he is a blur. Before I can even blink, he crashes his lips onto mine in a searing, desperate kiss that completely leaves me breathless.

It is a wet, deep, and bruising kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming me completely, tasting of hunger and possession. I let out a soft gasp into has mouth, completely losing myself in the sensation.

Kai reaches down, his large hands gripping the backs of my thighs, and lifts me off the ground. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, straddling him tightly as he begins to carry me toward the bathtub. I grab his neck, sinking my fingers deep into his dark hair, kissing him back with the same desperate hunger that is consuming him.

He pulls back for a fraction of a second, his breath hot against my lips. “Fuck, Lyra. You taste so sweet.”

He doesn’t wait to reach the water. He presses my back against a boulder near the edge of the tub, lifting his hips to grad his hard, rigid cock against my aching wetness through our clothes.

A loud gasp of pure pleasure tears from my throat. My head rolls back on the stone. It feels amazing. The friction feels like torture, but I want more. I want

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