The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 415

ELLIOT

I stood up from the chair, my thighs tense, feeling her rushed breaths against my abdomen, her nails digging into my ass, the tightness of her throat vibrating around my cock.

I closed my eyes, on the verge of falling apart, about to come, already picturing her swallowing every drop of my release.

"Grrr, fuck, I can't take it anymore, Kath, my mate…" My wolf howled in pleasure, always pushing me toward my primal form.

I saw Katherine slide a hand between her legs, still kneeling, lifting her dress obscenely. I knew she was touching herself while pleasuring me—I could smell it, hear it in my mind.

She caressed her pussy, imagining it was my fingers, while her head bobbed up and down on my throbbing length.

Her sinful mouth worked me over until I was teetering on the edge.

"Nmmm… yes, I’m coming, Kath… I’m coming…" I growled through clenched teeth like a beast, thrusting faster, standing in front of her, gripping her hair in my fist.

My balls tightened, releasing my seed… so blissful, so freeing… so… so—

"I'm going to find my mom in the study. She’s probably with Dad!"

Lavinia’s voice rang out nearby, her small feet pounding down the hallway, heading straight for this room.

It all happened in a goddamn second—the floodgates were already open, and in her panic, Katherine’s teeth clamped down on my cock, nearly biting it off.

I shoved her under the desk and crashed back into my chair with a thud, my head dropping into my hands.

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NARRATOR

The maid chased after Miss Lavinia, who burst into the study without knocking—then remembered and hesitated.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Father Duke," she said, freezing as she took in the scene. The man sat at his desk, staring down at the table, his hands covering his face, only his dark hair visible.

Knock, knock, knock.

Lavinia belatedly knocked, just in case, even though she was already inside.

Despite having warmed up to the Duke, she still held a great deal of respect for him.

"Apologies, Your Grace, the young lady was looking for the Duchess," the maid explained.

"She’s not here." The Duke’s voice sounded strange—was he coming down with a cold?

"Oh, thanks, Papa! I’ll look somewhere else," Lavinia chirped before dashing off down the hallway.

Ever since her mother stopped being a tyrant, she had begun acting like a normal child.

"Your… Your Grace, since I have you here and we can’t find the Duchess, I wanted to ask where we should prepare the guest rooms?" The maid dared to inquire, immediately regretting it.

The Duke didn’t even look at her. She swore he was trembling, his shoulders shaking, muscles rigid.

His hands were clasped so tightly in front of his lowered head that she could see the veins bulging on the back of them.

"What?" His rough, fractured voice responded. It seemed like he hadn’t heard her properly.

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