The Lycan King.

The next morning.

He leaned down, moving his kisses across my cheek to my ear, attacking my earlobe with his lips and fangs. My body is becoming weaker with each touch. He snatched my hands and pinned them above my head and against the wall. His warm breath blew against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

He started touching me, caressing every part of my body. His hands grab the back of my leg and lift me off my feet. I encircle his waist with my legs. He leads me to the bed and places me on it. He leaned forward, his mouth hitting my...