The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate novel Chapter 15

12:58 Sat, Nov 16 

Chapter 15 

I don’t call my eyes, but I really, really want to. Fortunately, having been a servant to my sister teah these past three years has helped train me to always present an outward poise, even when inwardly, I am disgusted and annoyed. 

Tell me again how you wish to please me,” Calebs says, self–satisfied and imug 

A scalp massage would ease some of your tension and relieve your headache,” I explain. “It should give you some relief” 

Caleb clucks his tongue. “Massages and relaxation techniques never work. If I wanted something like that, I could take ca of it myself 

It a massage has never worked for him, undoubtedly whoever was giving it, was doing it wrong. I want to tell him so, but I hold my tongue. Arguing with this king has not worked out well for me in the past. I doubt that will change in this moment. 

Calch hops down from the platform and closes the distant between us. “If you really want to help me relax. I know of other 

“Such as” Lask. 

His grin widens devilishly, as his eyes darken. “Spread your thighs for me.” 

Surprise floods through me. This isn’t a bedroom? It’s a hall! People could come in at any 

surface to rest on! 

moment. There’s not even a soft 

Caleb flicks his gaze to the door where Tristan is. Tristan, seeming to understand the wordless command, steps out of the hall and closes the door behind him, leaving Caleb and I alone. 

Instinctively, I take a step backwards. 

That triggers something in Caleb. At once, he surges forward, quicker than I can react, and throws his arms around me. His hands grab the globes of my ass. Squeezing, he yanks me against the rock hard wall of his chest. 

Panic in my voice, I protest, “There’s no bed!” 

Keeping one hand firmly on my ass, Caleb raises the other to roughly cup my face, forcing me to keep looking at him. 

“I don’t need a bed to claim you,” he growls. His dick twitches, hardening against my thigh. “Serve me, woman.” 

Clawing me closer, he drags me to the base of the platform, then drops me onto it while he continues standing on the ground. It’s perfect hip–height for him. He easily drapes over top of me, pining me down. The alignment of his dick to my entrance would be perfect. 

Immediately, I wish I had more clothes separating us. 

The platform is polished wood, hard and cold against my back. 

Caleb yanks open the flimsy front of my top, exposing my breasts for his hungry gaze. He immediately grabs them, groping at me with his strong, warm hands. His thumbs flick over my hardened nipples and 1 bite back a pulse of pleasure. 

I am not enjoying this. 

I hate this name. I hate what he’s doing to me. 

It feels terrible 

At least, it should feel terrible. 

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Sat, Nov 

Chapter 15 

But the horribly trutli te, it–feels fucking immaculate. 

I’ve never in my life been touched like this. Caleb isn’t being gerale, but even so, my body comes alive under his hands, feeling things that I’ve only dreamed of 

I don’t want to feel these things with him. I want Samuel… 

Caleb conquers my mouth with his, plunging his tongue past my lips. He takes as he kisses, stealing my breath and my thoughts. He doesn’t even give me enough time to breathe. 

I’m getting light–headed. 

He snakes one of his hand into the slim space between us and stiles it down into my bottoms. His fingers slide around my clit and he lightly squeezes and tugs. 

1 buck up, back bowing. 

I hate him. I don’t want to respond to his touch, his heat. 

My body doesn’t listen to reason. It aches and craves, desiring more from this man- as much as he’ll give and more. Even the muscles make my nipples harden and my pussy drip. 

He grinds against me, the rough texture of his clothes scratching along my nakedness. I catch a moan in my throat, not allowing it forward. 

My cursed body. betraying me like this! 

I need to stop this. There has to be something I could do. 

I place my hands on his shoulders. He’s too strong for me to shove away, even if I push with all my strength. Switching tactics, I wrap my arms around his neck inside. He allows himself to come closer, growling against as he sloppily drags his mouth from mine down to my neck. He sucks in a mark, just under my ear. 

I push my fingers up through his hair. I raise one hand higher than the other and start massaging his scalp. 

With his hands occupied with my breast and clit, and his mouth sucking marks on my neck, he does not appear to notice the gentle pressure I apply. 

my 

Gradually, his motions become sluggish. He turned his head to the side, mouth moving away from my skin. His hand slips off of my breast and he slumps. 

He doesn’t move again. 

Carefully, I lower my hands down to his shoulders and give him a gentle shake. When he has no reaction, I grow bolder and push, rolling him off of me. He flops down onto the platform beside me. Now with him on his back, I can see his eyes have drifted closed. He’s still breathing. 

He’s asleep.