The Lycan Prince

y

eps and low murmurs. Ugh. Who

le, covering my e

s sharp voice slices throu

th someone. I look up. It's Maa, fully dressed in he

widen. I leap out of bed and throw my arms around her. "Thank God you're okay! I'm so sorry I di

ough to soothe some of my panic. "I hope you've learned

nod, the guilt s

t did you hear anything a

why?"

, "at dawn, we saw the bea

utiously exploring the caves. Their expressions flicker between hesitation an

. No sign of him. And to my relief, the food, water, and basket of medical supplies are gone too. I glance toward the sculpture marking the pit entrance. A s

trika Katya remarks, eyeing the baskets f

reply, trying to sound casual. I hope I don't seem suspicious. Thankfully,

yebrow but seems

..." The image of its massive form flashes through my mind, sending a chill down my sp

atya says briskly, already turning

, and I glance at Maa. "Let me

if she suspects something, but then she gives a short nod. She reaches

is so strong I quickly cl

her initial offer, she knew I'd jo

aves without giving me a ch

silently pray that Nikla

nspoken tension in the air as we climb the slopes of the Sur Hills. The terrain is unforgiving, with sharp rocks and thorny undergrowth that slow us down.

y seem unreal-each groove is as wide as a woman and twice as deep. A long, sweeping depression suggests the beast's tail dragged through the dir

n. The beast must have taken flight from this point. We exchange anxious glances, but there

th exhaustion and unspoken dread. We gather firewood and hunt for food. Onc

ht conversation and quiet laughter to keep the dread at bay, while others sharpen their weapons. I sit apart

of leaves and the distant sounds of the forest, the we

ld, circling back to places we've already combed, but every effort to find a new trail leads t

he search," she announces. "It seems the beast has flown away. We need to resume our lives." Her gaze sweeps over the

ut a lingering dread settles over me. The

ing our steps. Most head to the market stalls, eager for a proper meal after days in the wilderness. Oth

e crowd, making my

y now, he must have run out of food and water. W

. Now that there's no one wandering the forest, I open the emergency exit door, letting sunlight

shut tight, and I have

oing. "Niklaus, it's me! Open up!" I push and pull at the stones, but they d

muffled but steady. "Give me

me, and I exhale a breath I h

or slides open moments l

t skips

ok otherworldly. His blue-grey eyes meet mine, a slow smile curving on his lips. The dim

y," I breat

assures me, h

d? Water?" I ask, my eyes

is eyes. "Not those things, no," he mur

stairs?" he asks, his

y lip, heat coi

. "Go on, ladies first," he says, tilting his head toward the stairs. There's mo

adiates against my back, and when his hand slides over my hips, goosebumps rise on my skin. His

His breath is hot against my ear as an arm snakes around my waist, his other hand fi

," I whisper

ss, kneading and teasing as we ascend. Each step feels like ago

pulse with desire. I can't wait anymore. I close the distance, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair a

neck of my fabric, ripping it apart with a tear that leaves me breathless. C

ab my breasts, squeezing them as he lifts them higher, a hungry gleam in his gaze. Lowering his head, he ca

easing and tugging, sending sparks of heat straight to my core. Each pull pushes me deeper, mak

se of self fades away. The only thing that remains is my desperation for him. My fingers dig into

voice laced with need.

wicked smile playing on hi

sp, my eyes lowering to the tent

d around his waist, revealing me his hard, thick length.

te it?" he asks, hi

le to take

t as if compelled by an irresi

ing the heat and firmness beneath my touch. I pump him

apes his lips, making my heart race. I glance up to find

is words. "Use your hands, Nysa," he instructs, his tone both commanding and

until I find one that shifts his expression to pure bliss. His hand re

s perfect,"

, and I momentarily falter, tears pricking my eyes. But the w

g for something deeper inside him. As I reach closer, I feel myself burrowing insid

he gently pulls away, leaving

I lo

gaze as he gently pulls me back to

es fee

as my legs threaten to give way. His fingers brush through my hair, tucking a

aus. So much," I whisper, heightened, unknown emotions bubbling up inside me

aist. With a swift motion, he lifts me, my legs instinctiv

length nudges my

ls me completely, stretching

ng shockwaves of pleasure cascading through me. "I could lose myself inside you forever." His

aty plea. I feel as though he's awakening

h urgency and raw passion. He pulls out only to thrust inside me again,

the connection between us intensifying with every thrust, every gasp, as if we are two halves of a whole, merging into

, his eyes locking onto mine, darken

n gasps, and I can feel the tension building

nts grow more frantic, more desperate, each thrust pulling us closer to the

rns, his gaze locked onto

ibre of my being aching f

t to ignite. I can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, everything crashes ov

passion as he follows me over the edge, h

he chaos of our desire. As the waves of pleasure recede, I bury

ether as we catch our breath. Slowly, Niklaus's

brace and he presses a soft kiss to t