The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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I don't call my eyes, but I really, really want to. Fortunately, having been a servant to my sister teah these past three years has helped train me to always present an outward poise, even when inwardly, I am disgusted and annoyed. Tell me again how you wish to please me," Calebs says, self-satisfied and imug

A scalp massage would ease some of your tension and relieve your headache," I explain. "It should give you some relief"

Caleb clucks his tongue. "Massages and relaxation techniques never work. If I wanted something like that, I could take ca of it myself

It a massage has never worked for him, undoubtedly whoever was giving it, was doing it wrong. I want to tell him so, but I hold my tongue. Arguing with this king has not worked out well for me in the past. I doubt that will change in this moment. Calch hops down from the platform and closes the distant between us. "If you really want to help me relax. I know of other

"Such as" Lask.

His grin widens devilishly, as his eyes darken. "Spread your thighs for me."

Surprise floods through me. This isn't a bedroom? It's a hall! People could come in at any

surface to rest on!

moment. There's not even a soft

Caleb flicks his gaze to the door where Tristan is. Tristan, seeming to understand the wordless command, steps out of the hall and closes the door behind him, leaving Caleb and I alone.

Instinctively, I take a step backwards.

That triggers something in Caleb. At once, he surges forward, quicker than I can react, and throws his arms around me. His hands grab the globes of my ass. Squeezing, he yanks me against the rock hard wall of his chest. Panic in my voice, I protest, "There's no bed!"

Keeping one hand firmly on my ass, Caleb raises the other to roughly cup my face, forcing me to keep looking at him.

"I don't need a bed to claim you," he growls. His dick twitches, hardening against my thigh. "Serve me, woman."

Clawing me closer, he drags me to the base of the platform, then drops me onto it while he continues standing on the ground. It's perfect hip-height for him. He easily drapes over top of me, pining me down. The alignment of his dick to my entrance would be perfect. Immediately, I wish I had more clothes separating us.

The platform is polished wood, hard and cold against my back.

Caleb yanks open the flimsy front of my top, exposing my breasts for his hungry gaze. He immediately grabs them, groping at me with his strong, warm hands. His thumbs flick over my hardened nipples and 1 bite back a pulse of pleasure.

I am not enjoying this.

I hate this name. I hate what he's doing to me.

It feels terrible

At least, it should feel terrible.

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But the horribly trutli te, it-feels fucking immaculate.

I've never in my life been touched like this. Caleb isn't being gerale, but even so, my body comes alive under his hands, feeling things that I've only dreamed of

I don't want to feel these things with him. I want Samuel...

Caleb conquers my mouth with his, plunging his tongue past my lips. He takes as he kisses, stealing my breath and my thoughts. He doesn't even give me enough time to breathe. I'm getting light-headed.

He snakes one of his hand into the slim space between us and stiles it down into my bottoms. His fingers slide around my clit and he lightly squeezes and tugs.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

1 buck up, back bowing.

I hate him. I don't want to respond to his touch, his heat.

My body doesn't listen to reason. It aches and craves, desiring more from this man- as much as he'll give and more. Even the muscles make my nipples harden and my pussy drip.

He grinds against me, the rough texture of his clothes scratching along my nakedness. I catch a moan in my throat, not allowing it forward.

My cursed body. betraying me like this!

I need to stop this. There has to be something I could do.

I place my hands on his shoulders. He's too strong for me to shove away, even if I push with all my strength. Switching tactics, I wrap my arms around his neck inside. He allows himself to come closer, growling against as he sloppily drags his mouth from mine down to my neck. He sucks in a mark, just under my ear.

I push my fingers up through his hair. I raise one hand higher than the other and start massaging his scalp.

With his hands occupied with my breast and clit, and his mouth sucking marks on my neck, he does not appear to notice the gentle pressure I apply.

my

Gradually, his motions become sluggish. He turned his head to the side, mouth moving away from my skin. His hand slips off of my breast and he slumps. He doesn't move again.

Carefully, I lower my hands down to his shoulders and give him a gentle shake. When he has no reaction, I grow bolder and push, rolling him off of me. He flops down onto the platform beside me. Now with him on his back, I can see his eyes have drifted closed. He's still breathing.

He's asleep.

I can't believe this worked. If only let me do the massage straight away.

Regardless, I have time now, Pushing myself upright, I adjust my clothes, restoring my modesty as much as I can with such -flimsy silk. Then, I pad his pockets, searching for the phone. I find it in his jacket pocket.

Hope in my throat, I lift it and click the button on the side that will alight the screen.

Immediately, my hopes shrivel up and die right on the spot.

The phone is locked. It's not even asking for a number code that I could try frantically do guess.

Instead it requires retinal recognition to unlock.

I glance at Caleb. Surely if I try to pull back his eyelid that would be enough to wake him?

Despair rises in the place that hope abandoned. This plan isn't going to work. There's nothing I can do.

Lowering the phone down onto the platform, I exhale a shaky breath. I have to think of something else, but what? Samuel and my pack are running out of time before the bear attack. If I can't get word to them, they'll be caught

Caleb may be willing to sacrifice my pack as some kind of war maneuver, but I'm not. These people are my family, my friends. Despite my disgrace, most of them are good people. They don't deserve to be slaughtered just so Caleb can an a counter attack.

Beside me, Caleb starts to stir. Quickly, I shove the phone away from me, closer to his side. He blinks a few times, then stares up at the ceiling-

I see the moment he returns back to himself, when a flash of confusion instantly gives way to an overwhelming flood of anger. He tilts his head, looks at me, and then immediately shoves himself upright.

Before I can react, his arm snatches out and he grabs my throat in his grip.

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