Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 92

Chapter 93

Natasha’s POV

What’s wrong with me? Why am I even considering-

Because you need it, a voice in my head whispered. Because your body is screaming for cock and they’re right there and they’d be so willing-

“NO,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Even in this state, even with the need tearing me apart from the inside, I couldn’t just-just prostitute myself to random guards.

The footsteps were getting closer. They were tracking my scent, following it straight to me.

I forced my trembling legs to move. Pushed off the wall and stumbled deeper into the fortress, one hand pressed against my cramping abdomen.

Every step was agony. Every movement sent shocks of need through my oversensitized body. The wetness between my legs was running down my thighs now, so much of it that I was leaving a trail.

They’re going to follow it. Going to find me. And when they do-

I couldn’t think about that. Could only focus on moving. On putting distance between myself and the guards.

The fortress interior was dark and maze-like. I turned down corridor after corridor, no longer sure where I was going. Just away. Away

from the guards. Away from temptation.

But the heat was getting worse. So much worse.

My vision was starting to blur. My thoughts fragmenting. The pain and need consuming everything else.

I can’t-I can’t do this. Can’t fight it anymore. Need-need-

I stumbled and nearly fell. Caught myself against the wall, gasping.

My hand was between my legs again without me consciously deciding to put it there. Rubbing frantically through my trousers, trying

desperately to ease the ache.

But it wasn’t working. Nothing was working.

I need a cock. A real cock. Inside me. Fucking me. Making this stop.

But whose?

The guards were still following. I could hear their footsteps echoing through the corridors behind me. Hear their rough voices as they tracked my scent.

Should I just-just let them catch me? Let them take me? Use me? Would that be so bad?

Yes! my rational mind screamed. Yes, it would be terrible. They’d rape you. Hurt you. Maybe kill you afterward. You can’t-

But my body didn’t care about logic or safety. My body only cared about one thing.

I stumbled forward again, my legs barely able to support me. Turned another corner.

And stopped.

I was in a part of the fortress I recognized. The upper levels. Where the King’s chambers were.

Where the King’s Den was.

No. No, not there. Anywhere but there.

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