The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 178

CELINE

I watched myself in the mirror, drinking the crimson liquid as he licked my nape, right where the mark of his teeth now rested.

And though it wasn’t like the wolves, Mía was more than satisfied.

But as my throat swallowed the intoxicating blood and I felt the intimate connection of the bond with my Alpha, something was still missing.

Something was wrong… he hadn’t come yet.

How? After making love like this, how is he still hard inside me? Am I… not satisfying him as a woman?

“Fool,” he laughed against my ear. “Don’t ever think that for a second. You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back. But if you’re so worried, come… serve yourself.”

He responded to my thoughts, pulling out of me, making me sigh as the sudden emptiness hit me.

I turned to see him sitting on the bed, legs bent and spread, hands resting behind him, his hair disheveled, his skin glistening with sweat.

His ethereal eyes seduced me, his lustful expression igniting a challenge in my veins.

“I’ve done all the work so far. Come, Camilla, your turn to practice.”

I didn’t think twice—I lunged at him, straddling his thighs and kissing him like a madwoman.

Our lips burned, our tongues twisted like snakes. I reached down, grabbed his cock, and pushed it inside me until I lost all sense.

“Ahhhhhh!” I moaned hoarsely at the pleasure of the deep penetration, riding him without control, rising and falling, sinking my claws into his tense muscles, my thirst for blood growing inside me.

I didn’t restrain my vampire side—I let her out, wilder and hornier than ever.

I grabbed his hair as he did to me, forcing him to bare his throat, his weak spot.

And Zarek submitted to me, giving me a satisfaction that filled my chest completely.

I lowered my mouth, and my sharp fangs sank into the frantic vein at the side of his neck.

“Mmmm, so good,” I moaned at the taste—sweeter and more addictive than anything I had ever known. I loved it. I couldn’t stop draining him.

His fingers dug into my hips as he knelt on the bed, lifting me, thrusting up into me while I wrapped my legs around his waist. I clung to his strong body, my mind consumed by madness.

Ancient, unintelligible words filtered into my thoughts—roses and thorns, blood and pleasure. Camilla hissed and moaned in my head, aroused by the taste of her mate’s powerful blood, accepting Zarek’s claim in return.

The side of my neck tingled as his tongue licked me.

"Bite me deep, I need you, drink from my life, love—Zarek, bite me!"

His fangs pierced me, and my entire world shattered.

I came again, uncontrollably, drowning in the dark pleasure of his mouth drinking my life’s essence while I drank his.

Inside my pussy, his throbbing cock vibrated and exploded in hot, milky streams, filling me until it dripped down onto the sheets.

My hands caressed his back as I licked the wound on his neck, trying to catch my breath—but then I felt something strange.

I opened my eyes in euphoric bliss, only to freeze in horror at the reflection in the mirror.