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.

But my fingers couldn’t give me what I needed. Couldn’t satisfy the deep, primal hunger that was consuming me from the inside out.

I pulled my hand away, gasping, tears streaming down my face.

I need to fuck someone. Need it right now or I’m going to die.

The thought should have horrified me. Should have made me recoil in disgust.

But all I felt was desperate relief at having identified the solution.

But who? Who could I-

The guards. They were just around the corner. Strong Lycan males. With cocks that could-

No! No, absolutely not. I can’t-

But even as I rejected the idea, my body was screaming yes, yes, anything, anyone, just please make this stop-

Another cramp hit. So powerful it drove me to my knees, one hand pressed against the wall for support.

And that’s when I realized-the smell.

My scent was filling the air. Thick and sweet and unmistakably sexual. The smell of an endurer in heat. Broadcasting my availability to

every male within range.

Oh fuck. They’re going to smell me. They’re going to know-

“You smell that?” one of the guards said. His voice was closer now. Much closer.

“Yeah,” the other responded. His voice had changed. Gotten deeper. Rougher. “Female. In heat. Fuck, that smell-”

“My cock just got hard as stone,” the first guard said.

I pressed myself harder against the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible.

Move. Have to move. Can’t let them find me.

But my body didn’t want to move. My body wanted to step out into the open. To present myself. To beg them to fuck me.