The Lycan Prince

kl

ough the car window. Anxiety and fear radiat

do this," I say,

im determination. "No. But I need to." Her hand grazes the diamond coll

w you were perf

ing her a hand, I help her out. Jenny unties the belt of her long coat,

nde hair falls in loose, seductive curls, the tips brushing against the swell of her breasts, teasing where the fabric clings tight to her chest. B

what's necessary, the thin fabric clinging to her hips. I run

and goosebumps rise on her sk

grip on her hand, spinning her around. The back is just

that wraps around her thighs, framing them perfectly. The heels s

eyes full of uncertai

erfect," I

face, replaced by a con

ea

no

ock of her hair. "H

spers, "Yes, Master, I'm

n her tone, and start toward the entrance. Jenny fa

awling yard by the dock. The entrance is a small, unassuming door guarded by a burly man with his arms cross

gnition settling it. But then he spots J

ood evening, Prince Nikla

pond coolly, lea

hits me as soon as we step inside. The pounding music pulls me back to my party

read across two levels, with an open floor plan. On the ground floor, a large bar stretches along the back wall, and most of the crowd is dancing and grinding on the centr

, and a second floor runs around

nager greets me with an eager smile. "It's an honor to be graced by your presence, Prince Niklaus." New

," I reply

a perfect view of the action below. "This is your table, Prince Niklaus. If there's anything you

to the couch with Jenny beside me. "For now, I'll

with unease, "I apologize, Prince Niklaus, but

his club has a reputation. And that's exactly what I'm here for." I pull a bundle of soans from my jacket and slide it into his hand. "I'm sure you can make some concessions for me and my special frien

inking someone-likely the club's owner. "Of course, Prince Ni

as I t

ve guests and their special friends," he says, steali

round Jenny's waist and

rked 'Private'. We walk down a dimly lit corridor bef

common spaces are illuminated. Large U-shaped couches line the perimeter, offering privacy to each table. In the center of the

n a little above their ass. It's small and the skin is pale and raised, which means it was done a long time ago. They are definitely slaves owned by the club. My blood boi

trip show, with young, attractive male slaves giving them lap dances or eat them out. At

rederick says as I settle onto an empty couch. "I'll hav

p a hand into my pocket and pull out a leash. I

igid, but her eyes wandering the

. In her eyes, I see unease and anxiousness

y leg, her hands clenched into fists on her thighs. I p

" I murmur softly

her head

pears with a bottle of Mac

" the server says as she put

wearing a simple leather collar and white panties that mark her as a virgin. Her posture is rigid- her eyes cast d

e, unscrews the cap, a

ss the server, who bows h

ny a glass

burns its way down her throat. I refill her glass, and she dr

l?" I whisper a

r," she responds, her voi

e. I notice that unlike others, she doe

in," I c

er entirely body is unmarked. Somet

ift in the atmosphere. The eyes of every security guard, the bartender, and

e to up

o," I tell her. "I like m

the change in my mood, and is looking

I say, unhooking her colla

otion, pooling on the floor. If I thought that the dress didn't cover he

shions, a perfect display of obedience and allure. I wrap my hand around her throat and push her back, pinn

pocket, its contents shimmering white under the dim

s, and then another from her cleavage down to her abdomen. The way her chest r

of a familiar burn and rush hits me but it still reminds me of nights long past. If only this were supernatur

the back of my throat, and then lower myself for round

in. I grab her throat and pull her up to meet

footsteps approac

ng firm and possessive. "I'm g

form the collar, and a shiny suit. Mitch. I hook the leash back to Jenny's colla

y brow at

iklaus. I'm Mitch Hogner, the owner of

and. "Pleasure

heard you were here and thought I should come wish you a good evening. And let you know that if the

ld in places like this. "Well then, join

on from a Prince. He quickly takes a seat across from me. With a snap of his fingers, Mi

skey for Mitch as

ting evenin

" Mitch echoes, his voic

gaze never leaving his. The mix of awe and subtle calculation in

ut a small vial, holding it up be

darting between me and the vial. "Don't do

d. "Of course, I do," he

y the Royal Chef. It's a higher grade than anything you

t's not the case." He unscrews the cap, giving it a quick sniff before his expression shifts into something more appreciative. "Your reputation precedes

you have,

rolling a bill between his fingers. With a practiced motion, he leans dow

h, though I alread

g away. "Exceptional," he breathes, his

er knees between his legs. Half way through

ours. Go

r, and shoves her mouth down his dick. "Ah," he mo

, her head lowered. I run my fingers through her

slave you have th

very, very special

makes her so special," he s

is what has made her so special. She is one of eleven slaves that have undergone fou

w. "Royal slave tr

nonsense, do you? You really think the Royal f

. "I always thought that that might be the case. What

drink, savouring the moment. "Let me show you

m," I

tly rocking as the pleasure builds. Her moans grow louder, turning into desperate gasps, her back arching as her orgasm overtakes her. With a fina

us," I

gathering her wetness before holding her

he says, his voi

g I say without hesitation. Wa

s pass, her eyes starting to flutter shut and her body strains under the command, but

rceful thrust, burying himself completely as he spills inside her, letting out a low, guttural growl of pleasure. He holds her head in

on my feet. "What if someone wants to get their hands on a slave that has gone thr

possible," I sa

ng to pay

ve can train someone to become a royal slave. And they are all

eans

ny to train someone. F

know will be able to get what I want out of him. I

smuggling humans out of

ers, if only for a moment. I can see him calculating the risks, weighing t

that rent slaves. If your operation wants to stay under the

s but does

to get them off their back, tell them to contact me. We can cut a deal, and I'll handle the rest." I rise,

uriosity is suspicious. I have a feeling tha

fit, of course," I

is gaze remains sharp, calculating. He's mind-link

nally says, "but the smuggler is private

g deep in my gut. "My pet is very

inking again. "He sa

mn

your slave. She can give my slaves a taste of her training.

ave her alone, but I'm so damn close to getting wha

gently brush my fingers under her chin, tilting

whispers, her voi

g my thumb against the ruby in her col

ies, her eyes full of trust, making i

set of stairs, leading us into an empty office. I tak

e in a few minu

ention. I pull it out, and my heart drops at t

against the stairs as I descend to the basement – Jenny's last known locatio

ard. In front of it, another man barks orders, pushing women in a line forward. "Keep moving," he growls,

e hell

I demand, my voice

vision blurs, and the last thing I see is Mitch standing nearby, a sy