Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Matilda’s POV

‘Yeah, I missed it. It’s like drug

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Fergus throat worked. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, and I watched his pupils dilate further.

Below us, Sebastian’s voice rose in another theatrical pronouncement. Something about “the beauty of suffering” and “artistic violence.”

Fergus s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind.

“Listen to him down there,” Fergus growled. “Turning the hunt into a show Making sport of fear. The air reeks of piss and terror and that smug

bastards perfume. It makes me want to-

I know. My hand found his arm. His skin was burning hot. “That’s why you summoned me. You need something else. Something clean.”

His eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I saw the man he’d been before-three hundred years ago, when the world was different and he still believed in things like honor and loyalty. Before he’d given all of that to a king who’d gone mad with pain.

“Sebastian wants blood, Tilda. He wants to kill the King-” he said quietly.

He cut himself off. Shook his head.

“So feed yourself strength and stop him.” I reached up, undoing the ties at the throat of my shift. The fabric fell open. My breasts were heavy, swollen, the nipples dark and leaking small trails of white down my skin.

His control wavered. I saw it in the way his chest heaved. In the way his hands reached for me before he caught himself.

“You don’t have to kneel,” he said roughly. “I won’t-”

“I know you won’t.” I moved toward the cold stone wall beside the hearth, where the firelight would give us some warmth. “But if you think I can stay on my feet while you- I gestured at myself, at the massive bulk of my pregnancy. “You’re more optimistic than I thought.”

Tilda-

“My legs are killing me. My back is breaking. And this- I pressed a hand to my breast, feeling the pressure, the ache. “This needs to come out or I’m going to burst. So let’s stop pretending this is anything other than practical.”

He positioned me against the cold stone, his body creating a cage of heat and shadow around me. His hands found my waist-careful, so careful not to press on my swollen belly-and steadied me.

Then he looked into my eyes one more time.

‘If I hurt you-if the beast takes over-you have my permission to claw my eyes out.”

Despite everything, I laughed. It came out shaky. “As if I could reach them from here, you massive bastard.”

And then he lowered his head.

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Chapter 27

The first touch of his mouth against my breast was like lightning.

I gasped, my free hand flying to his hair-thick and coarse as a wolf’s pelte and gripping tight. Not to push him away. To anchor waywit

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He didn’t start gentle. He couldnt. I’d seen the tremor in his hands, the desperation in his eyes. This wasn’t about tenderness. This was wood

need

His lips closed around my nipple and pulled,

The sensation was overwhelming. The pressure that had been building for hours suddenly had release, and with it came a wash of relief so intense it almost burt. Milk flowed into his mouth and he swallowed in great, hungry gulps.

His throat worked. His eyes fell closed. One hand came up to cup my other breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple there in an unconsciou

gesture that made me bite back a moan.

“Yes, I breathed. Take it. Take all of it.”

The sound he made was inhuman. A low, rumbling purr that I felt in my bones. His suckling intensified, harder and faster, until I could feel the milk letting down fully. Could feel my body responding to his need with the ancient, primal urge to feed.

My fingers tangled tighter in his hair. My head fell back against the stone,

This was wrong. Gods, this was so wrong. I had a mate. A good male who loved me, who’d given me this child. But Gareth was outside that door, and Fergus was here, and my body didn’t care about propriety or rules or anything except the desperate need to be emptied.

Fergus switched sides without lifting his head. His tongue dragged across the valley between my breasts, gathering the milk that had spilled there, before latching onto the other nipple with the same ferocious intensity.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Fergus-”

He growled against my skin. The vibration went straight through me, settling low in my belly where something dark and treacherous began to

coil.

No. No, that wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be functional Medical. A lord taking sustenance from a loyal subject. That was

all.

But my body had other ideas.

The hormone rush that came with nursing-with being suckled this hard, this desperately-was flooding my system. Oxytocin. Endorphins. All the chemicals designed to bond mother to child, now firing in response to completely different kind of hunger.

My hips shifted against the wall. My thighs pressed together, trying to ease the sudden, unwelcome ache between them.

Fergus’s hand tightened on my waist. Not restricting. Supporting. As if he knew my knees were about to give out.

“Gods,” I gasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-

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