All Chapters of The Lycan's Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CeliaI grumblingly went to the door and answered it. I found a servant standing outside, holding a tray in his hand. There was food and ointments along with some salves, just like I had asked. I gave him a small smile and muttered, “Thanks” before taking it from him and quickly closing the door.The servant left as I kept staring at the bathroom door and finally mustered the courage to walk to the door and knock on it.Jasper only grunted as he replied, “What happened?”He immediately reached the door and opened it. I had been about to knock on the door so my hand was in the air, hovering in front of his forehead.His face was inches away from mine and water was trickling down his head, running down his messy hair. He shook it lightly, sprinkling some water on me.Wiping the excess off his face, he asked, “I thought you got interested in watching the ocean creatures again. Don’t do that”He looked evenly at me and I made a face, “I saw you were trying to clean the wound on your back

CeliaI spoke in a what I assumed was a clear and confident voice but it came out as a croak. He looked at me with for a second and the silence was stifling between us.“Are you sure?”He asked and I nodded my head, “I think…it will help me fall asleep”I said as the images of the dead bodies we had just buried and cremated danced in the periphery of my vision.This was wrong. I should be grieving, many men and women had fallen today, given their lives to save the others.But the faces of those dead people lying on the ground, covered in blood as the witches cleaned their wounds, and the memory of my hands gently applying salves on their bodies as if they were injured and exhausted, not gone from this world…it was too much for me to bear.I had seen death and destruction before but not like this. I wanted to forget all of those memories or they would not let me sleep.Any distraction was welcome. And the lycan prince was more than enough for that.So I was asking him, not begging him

CeliaAnd then he brought out his teeth again.Oh. My. Goddess.I was convulsing with equal parts pain and pleasure. I was not sure what I was feeling but I did not want him to stop. His teeth held my nipple and bit on it, sucking and pulling it before releasing it.And then he flicked his tongue, roaming it around the hardened nipple that welcomed his mouth, begging for more.I felt liquid heat burning inside me, starting from the tip of my nipple and traveling to every single nerve in my body, electrifying it.His assault on my breasts continued as I shivered and moaned, squirmed but did not want him to stop.I was never going to say that word, no matter how much he tortured me.I was melting under his touch as his teeth and tongue kept assaulting my breasts. They were red and raw and even the slightest touch made me moan.“Saying it, yet?” Jasper taunted but I clamped my mouth shut. My hands were gripping the small rods on the headboard, my knuckles almost white.I shook my head in

Celia All of these feelings coursing through me were making me dizzy. Nobody had even embraced me before or held me close but now I was tied to the bed and the lycan prince was licking my soft flesh down there. I was terrorized by this dark prince when I was brought to him first, fearing that he would chain me and do exactly what he was doing to me right now. But, now I was the one to ask him to do it. I was liking it and was craving it. Just when did I change so much? Every touch, every flick of the tongue made me feel as if I was riding on a wave of pleasure and would reach the moon. If his tongue did this to me, I could not even imagine what his shaft would do. I cried his name over and over again and my voice felt hoarse to me. But he did not stop, he did not let me come either. I was trembling, shaking, and melting as he assaulted me, my soul, and my senses. He was punishing me, and I was readily taking it, wanting more. I think I would never want anyone again. Mate? What

CeliaI blinked furiously while trying to concentrate on the patch of land or the graves that had been dug by everybody last night to bury the corpses.“Is that..” I began but trailed off. The night was cold and the winds were chilly but I did not shiver due to either of them. My eyes looked again at the ground and it went suddenly still.I looked back at Isadora again and she saw the grim look on my face. She only gave me a small smile before asking,“Have you ever seen a vampire rise?” The answer was pretty evident based on the shocked look on my face. Ivan has his eyes closed and his hands spread to his side, concentrating on something.“I suggest you leave, Lady Celia. The sight is not for the faint hearted” She did not bother to coax me again and began readying for the….for whatever was about to happen.I felt glued to the ground as I saw the ground move again. It was as if a few squirming worms were writhing just beneath the uppermost layer of the soil, trying to break out.A h