Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter

Lucien Volkov:

I caught both of her wrists before she could do something reckless.

"Easy," I whispered, tightening my grip just enough to hold her back, "I only wanted to know it from you."

She refused to look at me as her entire body trembled.

"I’ll believe whatever you tell me, Arabella," we were still kneeling before each other, and I couldn’t move my gaze from her hazel one. For a long moment, she said nothing, then her lips parted, "I... I ..."

It seemed like the words refused to come out of her mouth. As if some unseen force was stopping her from speaking.

Tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks as she looked at me in pure helplessness. Her hazel eyes were pleading me silently to understand.

But understand what? Why wasn’t she speaking?

Did her family scare her? Was it because of Victor? The fucker was sent back to his family, and I intended to punish him at any cost.

But if Arabella was truly innocent, then there could be a future for us.

"Hell, yes," Zorro roared in my head.

Arabella was still staring at me with those Hazel doe eyes. Without thinking, I slid one arm around her waist and the other beneath her knees before pulling her onto my lap. When I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, she instinctively straddled me.

I didn’t care that her clothes were still drenched from the shower, soaking through my pants. My hand settled against the back of her head while the other rubbed slow circles over her trembling back.

That was when I realized that her body was emitting heat through those drenched shorts. I wanted to ask her not to move because my cock had hardened and I was sure she could feel it poking her pussy.

She swallowed hard, and now there was no fear in those eyes. Only desire. Her delicate fingers clutched my shirt as she tried to balance herself while moving up and down slowly.

"Damn..." I muttered, clenching my teeth, "Princess..."

"I’m sorry..." she said breathlessly, "I ... I don’t know what’s happening... Y...Your Highness," A bead of sweat tickled down her forehead, but she didn’t stop.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked up into mine through those thick lashes of hers.

She was so beautiful. So innocent.

I trailed my thumb over her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. I had already forgotten why I was even here.

Her breathing became stronger, and she began sucking on my thumb hungrily.

"Would she treat our cock the same way?" Zorro asked me breathlessly. I smiled coldly down at her; my urge for her only grew... man! I needed her.

"I ... I don’t know what’s happening to me, Your... oh... Highness." She whispered as she moaned while sucking my thumb with a spurt of energy, straddling me more with the power I didn’t know she possessed.

A flash of surprise rushed through me as her movements grew more desperate. Burning sparks trailed through my body. The pleasure I was feeling right now, it was more than anything I had ever felt before.

In a way, I could sense her emotions. This primal hunger, her desperation, her helplessness. She leaned ahead as her lips brushed my skin between my shoulder and face. The place where my mate was supposed to mark me.

Without thinking, I twisted my one hand into her wet locks tightly, biting back a groan as I ran my hand over her ass.

"Our mate has gotten a little meat there. Her health is improving," Zorro felt delirious when he noticed her curve. Though she still needed a lot of food to recover.

I pulled her ass harder against me.

Fuck! She was...

She whimpered in pleasure, grinding herself against my dick. I didn’t let go, carnal desire consuming every inch of me. All logic was gone as I grabbed her hips painfully tight, grinding her against me.

She gasped.

"Goddess!" She whispered as she tried to bury her face into my neck.

"Our mate is getting bolder," Zorro whispered in my head.

Slowly, she seemed to grasp what was happening, her breathless moan ending in a sharp suck. But all I could focus on was the faint blush on her pale cheeks that now looked radiant as never before.

The scent of her arousal was fucking with my head. I needed her...

Before she could even react, I placed my lips on her neck. Right where I gave her my mark. Her lips parted as she let out a wanton moan.

My gaze skimmed down, watching her small but full boobs bounce. I tightened my hold, making her hiss in pain.

Fuck! I couldn’t focus on anything but the temptress before me. The pleasure she was inflicting on me, without even having to undress. I heard her gasp as her entire body tensed. I reached over, kissing her temple where there was an old cut and then moving to the mark I gave her. I sucked hard over it, and she cried out as her orgasm tore through her.

I didn’t stop, chasing my own release that was so fucking close. Seconds later, my own orgasm shot through me, and all I wanted was to ram into that tight little pussy of hers and fuck her senseless.

Even as her hands gripped my shoulders and she tried to recover from her orgasm, my own arms wrapped around her as I breathed heavily into her soft tits.

The reality of what she had done hit me like a fucking lightning bolt.

What did I just do?

I was the ruler of Lunaris Kingdom and could take any woman to my bed; instead, I preferred to let an inexperienced girl dry hump me. Somehow, I didn’t know if she was truly innocent in Anika Volkov’s murder case. She was nothing like the girl my investigator had described.

And now I fucking didn’t care.

Her cheek was pressed against my chest as a faint smile graced her lips. Her eyes were already closed, and instead of attending my next fucking meeting, I also wanted to stay like this.

Her body was pressed to mine, and I wished it could melt into me. The scent of warm croissants and limes that used to drive my Lycan fucking crazy was now clouding my senses.