All Chapters of The Lycan's Slave Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Miatta I hadn't meant to say those words but immediately they left my lips, I couldn't take them back. He wanted me, the Lycan Prince wanted me and I knew it. The knowledge of that gave me a kind of confidence that I thought I had lost. His eyes traced every movement of my legs and I made sure he saw how wet I was. I was supposed to hate him and I was attracted to Luke too but I could not understand why I was drawn to this monster. He had placed a collar on me and limited my wolf yet I was wet because of him. The monster leaned against the wall, stroking himself and I wanted to see what he was hiding in there. “Don't tempt me, Miatta. I won't be held responsible for what I would do to you,” he darkly replied, breathing heavily. I rose from my knees slowly, allowing him to look his fill. I wouldn't let him have his way with me however; I just wanted to tease him a little. I sauntered to him, taking my time and enjoying his attention. He didn't move a muscle, waiting for me to make my

Miatta By the time I rejoined my group, they were done with our task and had returned to the room. Elena was royally pissed off. “Where were you, Miatta? You skipped off the minute we began. I get that you are a princess but you are also a part of a group. You can't just run off simply because you hate doing the dishes. We are in this together. The next time you..” “I was with the prince!” I suddenly blurted, my only defence. She went mute for seconds, apparently surprised. That foolish confidence I felt sometimes filled me and I stood tall, full of myself. The others who had heard me drew nearer to get the full tale. Any topic related to the royal lycanthrope was usually a treat to their ears. “You were with the Lycan Prince? Whatever for?” She questioned, doubt evident in her tone. I couldn't tell her I had wandered as far as the Hall of Kings because it would mean that I had lied about wanting to use the bathroom. I reasoned that I could make up anything about my encounter wi

Lucas I set out with Ryker, in search of answers to my many questions. There was only one person I knew who could give me what I needed but I had some misgivings as well. She and my father were not in good terms and by proxy, neither were the both of us. My father had used her at a time when his lust for her had burnt hot and when the flames were out, he had cast her aside. However, they had made a child together, a daughter, one of untold mystic powers. She was my half-sister but I was taught by my father to hate my half-sister and my stepmother. One day, a prophecy came concerning my half-sister and for fear of what the prophecy foretold, my father forced his concubine to put a binding spell on her own daughter and turned her to a slave afterwards. By the time I had discovered the truth, Adrianne was put in the slave quarters where she would spend the rest of her life. “My Lord, if I may ask, where are we headed?” Ryker asked. He had his weapons with him and I could handle any t

Miatta Mates? It couldn't be. Could it? I let go of his shirt, trying to meditate on his unbelievable words. I was a werewolf and he was a demonic lycan. We had nothing in common: he, a cowardly prince and me, a princess turned slave. It couldn't be possible that the Moon Goddess would be that unfair to me. We were on good terms, mostly. Yet my head spun with multiple possibilities, a tiny part of me taking his words as truth, especially the part about losing my soul. My mother and I had made a conversation out of the topic of mates once. Although I had been partially embarrassed and partially impatient to return to a swordfight practice with my brothers, I got a few things from what she had to say. Mates were for life, no matter who it was. On rare occasions, twins could be mates and either had no say about the matter. The Moon Goddess was infallible and it was an abomination to think her able to err. Lucas did a full body stretch, drawing my attention to his drool-worthy body. W

MiattaHe slips his hand between my thighs leisurely, soothing the ache there with his crafty fingers. He knows just where to touch, where to fondle until I am out of breath, gasping my release. He grins at me from between my legs, his dark eyes mirroring the desire behind them and I know I am undone... “Mate,” he breathes hotly at my sensitive entrance and I buck in pleasure, reaching blindly for him.“Mate!” I scream, feeling my third orgasm coming. “Hey, wench!” a harsh voice broke into my dreams. “No screaming here. Keep your grubby mouth shut or I will stuff my phallus in it!” A fellow guard snickered at his dirty joke and they laughed at me together. I had not realized that I had been screaming. I had been dreaming about the very person I should not be dreaming about. The Lycan Prince had no room in my subconscious but he kept finding his way in, creating an accommodation I did not grant. The nature of the dreams of which he featured in disturbed me greatly because they manif