Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Natasha’s POV

I squeezed through the drainage grate and back into the fortress grounds, my breath coming in quiet gasps. The night air was cool against

my flushed skin.

Made it. I actually made it back.

Now I needed to focus on getting back to my room without being spotted.

I moved carefully through the shadows along the fortress wall, avoiding the torchlight. Two guards stood near the side entrance, talking quietly. I’d have to go around them.

I crept along the wall, staying low, my footsteps silent on the packed dirt.

Almost there. Just need to get past these guards and then-

A wave of heat suddenly washed over me.

I stopped, pressing my hand against the cold stone wall to steady myself.

What the hell?

My skin felt too tight. Too hot. Like I was standing too close to a fire.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden racing of my heart.

It’s fine. Just nerves. The stress of sneaking out. Of everything that happened tonight.

I started moving again, but after only a few steps, another wave hit me-stronger this time.

Heat radiated from my core, spreading outward through my limbs. My hands trembled. Sweat broke out across my forehead despite the cool night air.

And then came the pain.

Sharp, sudden cramping in my lower abdomen. Like something was clenching inside me, twisting, demanding.

“Ah-” I bit down on my lip to stifle the sound, my hand flying to my stomach.

What’s happening to me?

The cramps intensified. I doubled over slightly, one hand braced against the wall, the other pressed hard against my belly.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no-

I knew what this was.

Heat. Feral Heat. The breeding cycle that affects Lycan females -and Endurers.

Fuck. Fuck!

Another cramp hit, stronger than before. I gasped, barely managing to muffle the sound.

My body temperature spiked even higher. I could feel sweat soaking through my clothes. My breathing became ragged, desperate.

And beneath the pain, something else was building. A need. An ache between my legs that was rapidly becoming unbearable.

No. Not here. Not now. Please, not now-

But my body wasn’t listening to my desperate pleas.

Wetness flooded between my thighs-so much wetness. I could feel it soaking through my underwear, dampening my trousers. My pussy

throbbed with each heartbeat, swelling, opening, preparing itself for-

For fucking. For cock. For being filled and bred.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, pressing my thighs together. The pressure only made it worse, sending jolts of desperate pleasure-pain through my core.

My nipples hardened beneath my tunic, so sensitive that even the brush of fabric against them made me gasp. My breasts felt heavy, aching, needing to be touched.

I wanted-no, I needed-to touch myself. To shove my hand down my trousers and finger my throbbing clit until I came. To ease this unbearable ache.

My hand moved of its own accord, sliding down toward my waistband.

No. Stop. The guards are right there. They’ll see-

But I couldn’t stop. My fingers fumbled with the ties of my trousers, desperate, shaking.

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