Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 792

Sylvia’s POV:

I panicked and wanted to stop Rufus, but he spoke first. “If you say one more word in his defense, I’ll kill him.”

I shuddered and swallowed the words that were about to escape my mouth.

Rufus’ subordinate had made Blair get into a black vehicle. I speculated that he would be immediately taken to the capital city.

Rufus didn’t say anything more. He picked me up and carried me to his car. He deposited me in the back seat and got in behind me.

With a loud click, he locked the door from inside. The windows of this car were tinted. People on the outside couldn’t see what was happening inside, but I could see clearly from inside the car that a large group of soldiers still stood guard outside!

Rufus pinned my body under his and began to rip my clothes apart.

Frightened, I tried to shove him away. “Rufus, what are you doing?”

He didn’t reply. His expression darkened, and his eyes were filled with gloom and brutality. I knew I had pissed him off. I wanted to explain myself, but he was in no mood to listen to me anymore.

He tore my clothes off without hesitation, and I struggled desperately against him. “Rufus, have you lost your mind? I’m pregnant and injured.”

I thought he was going to have s*x with me, and was so terrified that I cried out, “Please, don’t. The doctor told me that the fetus is not stable right now. If we have s*x, it will hurt the baby.”

I sobbed and tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I could only make out Rufus’ outline looming over me.

He gripped my flapping arms with one hand, leaned forward, and licked the wound on my chest.

I choked with sobs. My mind was muddled and I didn’t know what he was going to do. But when I noticed that he was no longer aggressive, I stopped struggling.

Rufus raised his head and stared at me intensely. The fury in his eyes had almost dissipated.

“You… You need to get up. Don’t put pressure on my belly…” I stuttered softly.

He reached one hand out to stroke my slightly bulging belly, and then carefully avoided it.

I tried to sit up, but he pushed me down again.

“Let me up. The wound hurts.” I shot him a pitiful look.

But Rufus’ demeanor remained frosty. When I pretended to be pitiful, his expression didn’t soften. Instead, he removed his tie and bound my hands with it.

Then he continued to lick my chest. His soft tongue swept over my skin, filling me with a sensation of wetness and numbness.

I didn’t have the nerve to move. It suddenly struck me that when werewolf mates licked each other’s wounds, it sped up the healing process.

I was overcome with embarrassment as I recalled my behavior just now.

I calmed down and my face began to involuntarily blaze because of Rufus’ action and what I’d done just now.

He licked me so intently. His palms covered my breasts, his eyes were hooded, and his sexy lips were stained with my b***d. I could feel my wound become warm from his tongue’s ministrations.

I could bear the pain, but I couldn’t stand this tingling, numbing feeling that was spreading over my body. I couldn’t help but m**n, “Are you done?”

Rufus remained silent and didn’t stop licking.

About ten minutes later, he finally moved. His eyes were now dark and bottomless. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, looking like a satiated predator who had just enjoyed a perfect meal.

I felt a little self-conscious. I pulled the coat Rufus had discarded on the seat to cover my chest. The wound had stopped bleeding, and Rufus had licked clean the congealed b***d around the edges of the wound.

Trying to ease the awkwardness that had settled between us, I chuckled and appreciatively said, “Well done. I’m not in pain anymore.”