Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 73: I Might Be a Beast, But I Am Not a Monster

"Don't pretend to be scared. You always watched me when I was losing my mind. You liked seeing me like this. You were excited too." His lips twisted with amusement, but his eyes were glowing with danger.

His words helped Lorelai finally get a hold of herself once more. He was right––what she felt was not fear. But she could not think of a single word that could accurately describe what she actually felt.

With a sudden surge of bravery, the princess shifted her gaze, and as their eyes locked, the king's manhood began to harden again, lengthening and grazing her tender abdomen, rigid and pulsing with heat.

"You cannot be scared anymore, Lorelai. Now, you cannot run. You are here. You are mine."

His rough whisper barely reached her ears before her robe was thrown away, revealing her smooth white breasts and pink nipples.

In the moonlight, they looked incredibly tempting, and no wolf would waste the opportunity to taste and savor them. The light of his reason was guttering like a candle flame, flickering down to darkness, and Rhaegar managed one more warning.

"I will... Give you one last chance, though. I might be a beast, but I am not a monster. So... what is it going to be?"

Somehow, Lorelai knew that he was not just pretending.

If she pushed him away and made him leave, he would obey without hesitation. But there was another truth––there would not be another chance to escape. If she were to let him stay, even her desperate begging would not stop him.

Her heart pounded hard as fear crushed over her like a stormy wave.

Why could not she resist the pleasure when she knew how dangerous it could be?

'If he leaves tonight... I will never see him again, I know it. This is my last chance to be with him the way I will never be with anyone else again. This is my last chance to feel genuinely desired and... happy.'

Just like Rhaegar could not help feeling attracted to her, Lorelai could not help being pulled toward him either. If she were in her right mind, she wouldn't have gotten involved with him in the first place.

But it was too late now. If they had to suffer in the future, the least they could do was to enjoy the present.

Thus, her choice was made.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Lorelai reached out and slid her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. That guttering fire instantly ignited at her touch and the king let out a hushed, throaty roar.

"You…" He moved his face to hers, voicing a low and eerie warning. "You are driving me insane, Lorelai… I am going to lose my mind, I swear…"

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His big, hot hand grabbed Lorelai's breast and like a hungry beast, he bit at the bud between his fingers, the tingling touch surging through her body as a short moan escaped her pink lips. Her slightly arched hips moved up and down sensually, reacting to his touch.

Rhaegar observed it all. His curious amber gaze noted her slightest movement, the faintest sigh.

Her white breasts swelled, hardening, and Rhaegar grinned in satisfaction, stripping away the remnants of her underwear. Instinctively, the princess moved her hands down to her hips in an attempt to cover her naked parts, but the king pushed them away, gripping them as his eyes traveled over her body, downward, and stopped between her legs, looking at the damp cloth clinging to her folds.

"What do we have here?" He let out a low laugh, rubbing his fingers over her underwear. "So wet already, how naughty. Did you really find touching me so arousing?"

She wished he would stop being so crude with his words but it was simply in his wild nature.

Rhaegar was right, touching him made her excited too, but she could never admit it.

Her face burned hotter with every breath, and she turned it away, waiting for him to continue. Moments passed in anticipation, and when she finally looked back, the man was sitting with his legs apart, leaning against the headrest, mischief playing in his eyes.

He knew exactly what her heart desired.

"Would you like to take the lead again?" He laughed as she blinked at him, bewildered. "You look adorable when you are trying..."

He didn't finish the sentence, trailing off with a quiet smile that didn't conceal his excitement. His patience was wearing thin.

Lorelai straightened up and approached Rhaegar, moving over his body.

Looking down at his hard manhood, she lost confidence again. It was so rigid, it stood up straight above his belly, and she hesitated as she slowly bent. The moment his tip made contact with her skin, a deep groan echoed through her quiet bedroom.

Slowly, her hips moved up and down, as she searched for a rhythm that would satisfy them both.