The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 295

SILAS

I took a step forward, then another, hesitant—would she like this illusion I had created from my dark magic?

"Love, is that you?" Her beautiful eyes looked at me, doubtful, standing in the middle of the clearing, bathed in silver light.

Her magic reached out to me, probing, testing me. I began to move toward her.

The pads of my massive paws pressed against the fallen leaves and soft grass. I felt a little ridiculous, but for her, I would do anything.

"It’s me," I told her in her mind.

"Silas, you turned into a wolf!"

She leaned over my massive form, her hands burying themselves in the mist-like fur I had conjured.

I lifted my head, mesmerized by her smile, contagious and radiant, as she stroked me with joy and wonder.

It had been worth the effort, practicing until I mastered this form.

"I can create a wolf with magic too!" she said, her eyes sparkling.

"But… I don’t know how to transform my clothes properly like you do… mmm, wait a moment!"

She darted behind a tree. I heard the rustling of fabric, and I ached to sneak a peek.

But I held myself back, letting my imagination wander instead. Tonight, I would see her. I had to—or I would die of longing. I knew she could shift into a wolf.

She was a Selenia, and I had heard her father brag countless times that he was the only one who had gone running with her at night.

Not anymore.

I wanted to be part of every corner of her life. I wanted to experience everything with Sigrid.

My golden eyes locked onto the wolf-gray ones watching me from the shadows.

She stepped forward, revealing her sleek golden fur, her magic playful and seductive.

"Do you like it?" she asked, fluttering her long lashes.

Her black nose brushed against mine.

I inhaled her intoxicating scent, expanding my senses.

It felt so strange yet so right to perceive her this way.

"I always like you. Never doubt that," I whispered in her mind, closing my eyes, nuzzling into the soft fur of her neck.

Suddenly, a sharp nip landed on my ear—playful, teasing. I let her do whatever she wanted.

"Come, let's run through the forest! Show me how much of a wolf you really are!"

She jumped back, challenging me, her eyes glowing mischievously.

Her agile paws kicked off the ground, circling me, her fluffy tail flicking tauntingly. Then, she took off, darting between the trees.

I chased her as best I could. Despite practicing, I was still adjusting to the sensation of running on four legs.

My instincts always urged me to move as I normally would.

"Oooooh, how slow! Are you a wolf or a turtle?"

She laughed, circling me effortlessly.

"My lady, wasn’t it you who taught me that? Didn’t you spend so much time pretending to be someone else?" I whispered into her ear, which twitched at the ticklish sensation. My hands never stopped caressing her fur, pressing her against me.

"You… you’re such a scoundrel. And you—you’re naked!" she stammered.

I could hear her racing heartbeat.

"You’ve seen me naked plenty of times, Sigrid. But I…I haven’t seen you. That’s not fair."

I nibbled on the tip of her ear.

"My lady, this slave wants to make love to you. Let me please you." I confessed in a husky voice, shifting my weight over her.

My hardening length brushed against the soft fur of her belly.

"Don’t call yourself that, Silas. You’re not my slave…"

"But I am."

"From the very first moment. From millennia ago. You chained me to you, trapped my heart—and I never want to be free. I love the prison you built for me."

The words spilled from my lips before I could even think. I wasn’t good at sweet talk. I didn’t know how to woo her properly with my rough, blunt ways.

Words could never do justice to what I felt for Sigrid. She was silent for a few moments.

I could feel her magic shifting—Anxious. Yearning.

"I… I want it too. I want you to be my first and only man, Silas. I belong to you." She confessed, stirring every dark, obsessive, possessive feeling inside me.

"Then let’s go home, my mate. Let’s go to our home." I whispered, lowering my head, pressing a kiss to her wolf’s head.