Chapter 5: A beautiful devil

Arianna snapped awake as the intense warmth surged into her, her body heating from the inside out as the King released his seed deep inside her. How long had she been under his sinful control? She had no idea.

Her skin slick with sweat, her eyes heavy and filled with tears of pleasure from the intensity. Her folds were drenched in the King's release.

Taming the Lycan King's rut had turned into something unexpected-unbelievable and daring. His rut had triggered her heat, and now, she craved more.

She wanted him deep inside her, striking every part of her walls, hitting her womb, making her reach her peak. She wanted more, and he was giving it to her. Pleasure pulsing through her nerves.

Her body ignited like never before, her most intimate parts throbbing and soaked with desire. She could feel her walls tightening around the King's length as it moved in and out, and at each thrust, a low growl rumbled from his chest.

The bed creaked beneath their entwined bodies. King Duncan's pace remained brutal, making Arianna's loud cries echo through the room, mixing with the sound of skin clashing skin.

"Oh God... Oh," she môaned, her voice breaking as he wrecked her.

He had been in his half-shift the entire time. She wondered how terrifying he would look in full light.

His hand shot out, gripping her neck firmly as he continued to slam into her, her body jolting with each movement, his hips rising and falling in a relentless rhythm.

Arianna felt the king's grip hardened, increasing his pace. She hadn't even taken his full length, yet it felt like he was already hitting her womb. What if he pushed all the way in? She wasn't sure she could handle it.

She could feel herself nearing climax again, her head spinning with pleasure, lips parted as she released. She had climaxed-again. Arianna had lost count of how many times it had happened.

She hadn't even recovered from the overwhelming pleasure when he slammed into her again, deeper this time. Pain shot through her this time, making her cry out.

The king growled again, his voice animalistic, demanding.

"Please stop," she whispered, voice barely audible, her vision blurred with tears that soaked the sheet beneath her.

"I can't... I'm so tired," she whimpered, hoping he would hear her plea. Her body was exhausted, her bones felt like water, and all she wanted was to sleep, to escape the cruelty of the world.

The King let out a low rumble, and as if sensing her state, he surprisingly pulled out of her. Her eyes felt heavy, and she was barely aware of what was happening.

Under the dark, she felt the King's warm nâked body moved closer, his arm wrapped around her small frame. He pressed his nose against her skin, making her skin tingle.

A soft moan escaped her from her lips, mingling with the king's deep, rambling purr.

Slowly, darkness swallowed her whole.

Time passed by, Arianna groaned at a sudden struck in her. Her heat was surfacing again. The reason why her body was acting this way remains a mystery to her.

Her eyes fluttered opened, meeting with large figure sleeping beside her, his powerful arms wrapping her close, chest rising and falling in a calm way. King Duncan Thornevale... His name echoed in her mind like a strange melody.

And though it was dark, she could barely see his face up close. Oh heavens! This male right here with her was strikingly handsome.

Just how beautiful was he going to be when she sees him in full light?

No wonder some referred to him as 'a beautiful devil'-a sin that could draw you close and end you miserably. Yet, as those reminders echoed in her mind, she didn't feel scared.

Her trembling hand slowly reached for his face. She paused for a moment and swallowed before finally summoning the courage to touch his skin. The dark crack on his face let out a faint golden glow-beautiful and spellbinding.

He was such a stunning Lycan. She wondered how he would look in his fully shifted form. How large would he be? Larger than life, definitely.

A small smile spread across her lips as she traced her finger along his thick eyebrows, brushing his hair to the side just to see more of him.

He had long lashes, a chiseled, sharp jaw, a straight nose, and his lips... Oh, she hadn't seen anyone this beautiful.

Her thoughts shattered, her heart skipping a beat when his eyes snapped open, their orbs still glowing golden red. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he growled and rose from the bed.

He gripped her and flipped her over, pressing her upper body to the bed, her hips pushed up to meet his length.

Arianna winced, her heart racing, his actions reminding her of her dire situation-being at his cruel mercy. She mocked herself for fantasizing about him, for forgetting that he was still in his maddened form.

Her heart sank like a stone swallowed by dark water.

His relentless plunging began, savage and devoid of gentleness. Arianna's screams echoed through the walls..

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"Arghhh!!"

Valkyrie's scream resonated through her chamber as she smashed a bottle of velvet wine against the wall, leaving its pieces sprawling across the ground. She reached her large ornate table and swept everything on it over the floor.

All this time, Selene stood by the door, her gaze lowered and her mouth sealed.

The King's betrothed had been relentless over the past hours. It was odd to see her this way. Lady Valkyrie had always been a calculative woman, calm and resolute. But now, that usual composure was shattered.

Valkyrie cursed several times under her breath, her fingers running through her hair, then a mocking laugh escaped her lips, echoing through the room.

"She was begging for more?! She should be screaming, beseeching, desperate to save herself from his hold, but she was craving more of it! Crying like whore to have more. How in the Moon Goddess is that possible?!" she shouted, casting a hysterical glance at the old maid. "Is my Darling really in his rut?"

"Yes, my lady," Selene replied calmly with a light bow.

Valkyrie drew several deep breaths, eyes shutting, and despite her efforts to remain calm, her whole body was trembling in fury.

"Who was that slave?" Her voice cracked in disdain.

"Lord Fredrick was the one who brought her to the Citadel yesterday. According to him, she betrayed her pack for a selfish reason and was sold to the black market."

"A traitor?" Valkyrie felt mocked. She couldn't handle the king's rut, but a traitor did? How? Just how?

What if the king wakes up and finds out he hadn't killed the slave offered for his rut? Will the king replace her? Doubt her as his Luna? Will he take his eyes off her and place them on a mere slave? A traitor?

No. No, that can't happen. It mustn't!

"She won't leave that room alive. She must be killed before the king wakes up," Valkyrie concluded, her eyes blazing.

For a fleeting moment, Selene's composure slipped, but it quickly gathered again. With a calm, respectful voice, she retorted,

"My Lady, if I may offer counsel, it might be unwise to end the slave just yet."

Valkyrie shot a sharp look at the head maid. "Unwise? That wretched slave craved my Darling during his rut! Something that I, his true Luna, couldn't!" she sputtered.

"That is precisely why you shouldn't end her," Selene remained composed, her gaze still fixed to the floor. "If the slave happens to survive, do we not need to know how she pulled it off? A traitor or not, her endurance was innovative."

Valkyrie let out a growl that rumbled through her chest, clearly not satisfied with the thought of the slave surviving another day right under her nose.

The maid continued, "Since the king normally has no memories of his rut, we can simply sneak in, stage the scene, take the her, and make it look as though the king had ended another slave."

Valkyrie's eyes finally lit up. How had she never thought of this? A smile spread across her lips, her usual sinister composure returning.

The maid was surprisingly right.

"Fine," her tone sharp and calculative. She smirked. "I'll end her once I get my answer from her. Her survival would only be the beginning of her torment."