The Lycan King's Puppet

Zach pulled away slowly, exposing the intruder to her view.

But she already knew who it was from the familiar deep voice.

Zach brushed the lapel of his expensive coat as he bowed before the King.

What was he even doing in this side of the castle?

"I want to have a word with her."

Zach nodded but didn’t move from her side.

"Alone, if you may."

Claire’s attention was drawn to his twitching fingers.

She was in serious trouble - she didn’t need to be told.

Zach hesitantly walked away.

"I’ll be downstairs when you’re done."

"She won’t be seeing you again today, young man. You can go home."

Claire glanced at Zach, praying he won’t do anything stupid.

Zach nodded and left, but she didn’t miss the way his lips had thinned and his eyes had hardened. She watched him disappear down the stairway, his roses still grasped in her hands.

Yeren made to take them away from her but she moved it behind herself.

"Give it to me." He held out his hand.

Grunting, she put it in his outstretched hand. He sniffed it once, twice and tossed it out of the balcony that overlooked the garden below.

Her gasp was louder than anything she’d initially intended.

"Why did you do that?" She rushed forward to see what had befallen the innocent flowers.

They were scattered amongst the red rose bushes.

"I can get you much better."

"Get it for your bride-to-be. How many times do you want me to tell you-"

He closed the distance between them and held her chin.

"How many ways do you want me to tell you that you’re mine? Your lips are mine, your... everything is mine." Then, his lips crashed onto hers, as if he was trying to remove all evidence of Zach’s kiss.

Despite the way he pressed her against the wall, she couldn’t help responding. Her hands, which initially intended to push him away, rose to bring his head closer to hers.

She was his - why did that simple statement make every nerve in her body tingle?

Then, he dipped down and hefted her over his shoulders like she was a sack of potatoes.

A giggle escaped her as he opened the door to her room.

Her guard was standing there, never daring to glance in their direction all the while. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

And she was tossed unceremoniously onto the bed.

Like an actual sack of potatoes. She bounced upwards slightly before crashing into the bed.

He unclasped his cloak and tossed it on the ground before pinning her body down with his.

"Did you come all the way just for this?"

"I came to inform you personally about my wedding - but seeing you with that little boy made me want to show you why you don’t need anyone else.".

She gulped.

He leaned forward and bit one of her earlobes with his teeth. Heat stirred in her abdomen.

"Congratulations on your marriage."

He bit harder until she was certain there would be a bruise.

"Let’s not talk about anything else."

Her resolve to forbid him from her bed vanished the moment his lips found every spot on her face.

Her skin was on fire. They both fumbled with the laces of her dress, both breathless when the dress finally came undone.

He ripped it the rest of the way down to her waist.

God.

His hands...

She arched forward as his thumb grazed her nipple.

Craving his touch should have disgusted her... but it never did.

She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and brought his mouth down to her covered breasts. The thin fabric of her chemise hid nothing from his view.

"Don’t ever provoke me like that." He said, his voice raspy and barely audible.

’If you’re getting married, then why are you in my bed?’ she wanted to ask very badly but did not.

She didn’t want him to change his mind about making love to her.

It was the last time, she told herself. The craving would end after this.

But who was she actually deceiving? Herself?

He held the strips of her chemise and loosened them. The cold skin that kissed her neck reminded her that her necklace, shoes and chemise strips were still somewhere in his broad chambers.

His warm mouth closed on the hard peak. A gasp of sheer pleasure threatened to rob her of her breath.

The thought of him doing what he was doing to her to another woman made her want to learn how to use a sword. A very sharp double-edged sword at that.

"If he touches you again, he’ll have to choose between losing his fingers or losing you for good."

She tensed beneath him.

But his mouth covered hers once more before she could utter a word. Then he slid a knee between hers. His hair fell in waves over her face, tickling her.

He smelled like cedar, wine, leather, and something intoxicating.

"I can’t be solely yours when you’re not solely mine. You can’t satisfy all my needs."

His fingers dug beneath her dress and found the opening of her drawers.

A small sound escaped her the moment his fingers entered her. The words she had planned to say vanished from her memory immediately.

"Who says I can’t satisfy all your needs?" His fingers slipped in deeper. Then, he added a third.

Her toes curled on the bed.

"I said so."

He leaned by her ear to whisper.

"Mention a need you think I can’t satisfy."

She roamed her mind for something to say, but nothing came to mind.

"See." Came his calm yet triumphant response.

Claire’s breath vanished when he started thrusting in and out with his fingers whilst his thumb circled the little nub.

A wave of pleasure coursed through her, similar to...

"I’m still waiting for a response."

She waited until she could catch her breath properly before saying.

"I don’t think you can love me the way I want to be loved."