SAVANNAH
"Mmmm..."
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning loudly as those long, skilled fingers began to caress my clitoris, right at the beginning of my vulva, teasing it in just the right way.
He knew exactly how to touch me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body and arching my back involuntarily.
It had been a long time since I'd had sex, and the few times I did with Ragnar, he would just penetrate me and be done with it—no foreplay, no concern for my desires, nothing like the wild and fiery Lycan over me now.
"Spread your legs wider. I'm going to mount you," he commanded suddenly, his voice more animal than human.
The growl snapped me out of my haze.
He shifted slightly, and I felt him grasp his throbbing cock, rubbing the wet tip between my closed thighs and against my buttocks, searching for the entrance to my already aching pussy.
"N-No..." I managed to gasp, barely coherent through the haze of lust. His irritated snort was immediate.
A sharp tug on my hair forced my head up, my elbows buckling as they struggled to hold the weight of half of my body.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Like all the others, you want me to fuck you!" His voice was harsh, filled with anger, and it was like cold water splashing over me, pulling me back to reality.
"NO! I don't want this!" I shouted, my arousal vanishing instantly. "I didn't drug you! I don't want to have sex with you. Please, Your Majesty, come to your senses!"
"Liar! I can smell your lust. You want me, woman. Your scent is driving me mad. Don't pretend, Savannah. Stop playing games and open your legs!" he roared, his impatience palpable.
His hand moved to touch me again, but his own words shattered whatever desire was left. This time, I fought back with everything I had, struggling to break free from his overpowering grip.
"Let me go! LET ME GO!" I screamed, thrashing beneath him, my voice wild with desperation. "I don't want this! I DON'T WANT THIS!"
Suddenly, he froze over me.
I braced myself for the worst—nobody said no to King Fenrir. But then, I felt the weight on my back lift slightly, and the clinking of chains as he stepped away.
"Then leave, Savannah," he said, his voice calmer now, as if he'd regained some measure of control.
"Your Majesty, I didn't give you anything..." I stammered, frantically pulling my torn nightgown together, my hands trembling as I shielded myself.
"GET OUT NOW, OR I WILL RAPE YOU WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!" His roar shook the very walls, sending terror coursing through me.
I scrambled to my feet, my legs weak like jelly. Somehow, I managed to stumble out of the room, up the stairs, without daring to glance back at the darkness where the most dangerous beast in the castle lurked.
I reached his room, but I didn't stop until I got to the dining room.
A wrinkle in the carpet, plus a misstep from fear, made me fall flat on my face. I immediately placed my hands down to avoid hitting my already disfigured face.
I jumped when I heard the sound of a window breaking from the path I just ran through; it seemed to come from the room. I immediately looked back, thinking he changed his mind and was coming after me again, terror gripping my heart. But then something fell into the lake that surrounds this part of the castle.
What just happened?
I rose shakily to my feet and cautiously approached the room. The cold night air rushed in, chilling me to the bone. The window wasn't just open—it was shattered, with shards of glass glittering on the floor, fresh blood smeared on the frame.
My eyes widened in shock. 'Oh no!' The castle sits on a high hill, it's really tall—did he really jump from here?
I rushed to the window, which stretched nearly from floor to ceiling. My dark hair whipped in the wind as I gazed down, and there he was.
Emerging from the icy waters of the lake was the massive Lycan, his dark fur drenched, his body nearly three meters tall, every muscle rippling with power.
He stood on his hind legs, shaking the water from his fur, his beastly form a terrifying sight against the misty forest.
For a moment, his red eyes turned toward the castle, locking onto me. Even from this distance, I could feel his gaze, burning into me, making every nerve in my body tremble with fear.
He let out a roar that echoed across the hills, filled with fury. I had no idea why I was still alive, but I couldn't stop wondering how long his mercy would last.
The Lycan King disappeared into the fog, leaving me standing there, breathless and terrified. He believed I had poisoned him with some aphrodisiac, even though he only ate the food I served.
Someone had used my brief moment of distraction to frame me, but it didn't matter—when he returned, he would still demand my head, just like he did to that woman who had fallen at my feet the first day.
I clutched my torn nightgown tighter, my knuckles white with tension. I had to make a decision—and fast.
I spun around and fled to my room, panic seizing my chest— I won't stay here waiting to die.