Bound to the Cursed Lycan King

VA

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g, skilled fingers began to caress my clitoris, right at th

ing shivers of pleasure through my bo

Ragnar, he would just penetrate me and be done with it-no foreplay, no c

to mount you," he commanded suddenl

apped me out

rubbing the wet tip between my closed thighs and against my bu

coherent through the haze of lust.

p, my elbows buckling as they struggled

o fuck you!" His voice was harsh, filled with anger, and it was

g instantly. "I didn't drug you! I don't want to have s

is driving me mad. Don't pretend, Savannah. Stop playing ga

whatever desire was left. This time, I fought back with everyt

ng beneath him, my voice wild with desperat

he froze

Fenrir. But then, I felt the weight on my back lift s

his voice calmer now, as if he'd

tammered, frantically pulling my torn nightgown t

OU WANT IT OR NOT!" His roar shook the ver

o stumble out of the room, up the stairs, without daring to glance ba

I didn't stop until I

de me fall flat on my face. I immediately placed my h

e from the room. I immediately looked back, thinking he changed his mind and was coming after me again,

ust ha

rushed in, chilling me to the bone. The window wasn't just open-it was shattere

e castle sits on a high hill, it's re

from floor to ceiling. My dark hair whipped i

ssive Lycan, his dark fur drenched, his body nearly

ater from his fur, his beastly form a te

onto me. Even from this distance, I could feel his gaze, burn

with fury. I had no idea why I was still alive, but I

ere, breathless and terrified. He believed I had poisoned him w

didn't matter-when he returned, he would still demand my head, jus

er, my knuckles white with tension

oom, panic seizing my chest- I