The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 343

KATHERINE

I stretched lazily in bed. My thighs protested a little, and my still-drowsy mind recalled the reason for the discomfort.

I could still feel the delicious tingling from those vigorous thrusts.

Of course, my legs ached—I had ridden the Duke like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull, and what a bull I had gotten.

I smiled a little, staring at the ceiling above me.

I really was shameless.

Still, I had to make sure I had the opportunity to seduce Elliot properly because he wasn’t a fool. And if I ended up pregnant "out of thin air," he might think I had cheated on him with someone else.

When I sat up on the mattress, I suddenly felt a sharp pang in my chest.

I placed my hand over my heart, which was pounding furiously.

Something had changed.

I felt stronger, somehow… more powerful… I don’t know… It was the sensation of that magical energy coursing through my veins.

Was this because I had cast my first spell? That had to be it… or maybe it was because I had made love to Elliot?

I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t dwell on it.

I had to be careful with the risks, or I’d lose my mind if something went wrong.

I walked to the bathroom to freshen up, ready to start my day—hoping that every time I looked at the little Duke, I wouldn’t remember the adorable face of his cock.

*****

ELLIOT

I had been reviewing some documents in my office since early morning.

I flipped through the pages, one after another. Yet, I couldn’t focus on a single word.

“Damn it,” I muttered, lowering the document and pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“It was just a fuck, for God's sake. Yes, an insanely good one, but you couldn’t even move, man. What, are you a masochist now?”

I grumbled in annoyance, about to attempt reading the reports again when a soft knock on the door interrupted me.

“Come in,” I called out.

I already knew who it was by the scent, and honestly, I was a little surprised.

“Good morning, Father Duke,” little Lavinia walked in slowly, hesitantly, offering a formal curtsy before standing in front of my desk.

“Lavinia, what brings you to my office so early?” I asked, puzzled.

To be honest, I had never felt any real attachment to the girl—who, in front of everyone, was considered my legitimate daughter.

I had acknowledged her because of her grandfather’s blackmail, but I never wanted her.

My hatred for that family had completely tainted our relationship.

“I… I came to give you this, Your Lordship. Mrs. Prescott left it in my room. It needs your approval and signature,” she said in a near whisper, avoiding my gaze as her tiny hand extended a sealed letter.

I noticed her fingers trembling slightly.

I knew she had always been afraid of me, despite the fact that I had never done anything to her—neither good nor bad. Our relationship was practically nonexistent.

I simply ensured she lacked for nothing material, and that was it. I tore open the envelope with a letter opener.

Noticed the seal of the Academy for Young Ladies and read the admission letter.

It was a highly prestigious academy, located in neutral territory between Duchies.

Noble girls were trained there—but they had to live there permanently. I had heard that they entered as little girls and left as women ready for marriage.

They only returned home for specific events. I studied her intently.

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