The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Defiant Surrogate 24

Chapter 24

Not seeing any choice in the matter, I follow Tristan toward the stairwell that had led me down into this dark place to start with. Yet before we reached the stairs, and potential freedom, Testan abruptly turns and heads into an office carved into the stone beneath the stairs. Inside, Caleb sits at one side of a rectangular table. Tristan gestures for me to sit down on the other side. Then Tristan moves toward the door, steps outside, and closes it.

Unlike the makeshift rooms on rotting wood and string in the rest of the pit, this room is carved entirely out of stone with a thick wooden door. A lantern hangs down from the ceiling, a hery wick inside illuminating the full of the space.

It's a narrow room with a low ceiling Books and documents are scattered along shelfs in the walls. A layer of dust is settled over them

Caleb, tall with broad shoulders, takes up a lot of the space. His looming presence makes the air somewhat stifling. His deep-seated glare makes me feel impossibly small.

"You have now seen what the coliseum is like," Caleb says, his voice deep and dire. Despite how much I resent him, the low tone sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Are you ready to tell me the truth?"

And so, we are back to this.

"As I told you before, we never had a child. I've never had a child I say. "I'm sorry. King Caleb. Truly. But the person you are looking for isn't me."

I thought sympathy might endear him to me. Instead, he just seems even angrier, his eyes flashing red.

"Sull, you deny it," he says, his voice dropping even deeper somehow.

"I'm telling you the truth."

Abruptly, he stands. The chair scrapes across the stone floor, wood creaking. He can't stand at his full height in this small

but even curled over slightly as he is, he is an intimidating, furious presence.

room.

"Stand up," he commands me.

""Why" I ask.

He slaps his hand down on the table so hard that a crack forms. Stand."

My body impulsively wants to follow the orders of this alpha. The rest of me is too frightened to argue. So I stand

He comes around the side of the table, inching closer to me. "If you are wearing panties, you should remove them now. Else, I will tear them off with my claws.""

He.. what? Here?

Eyes narrowing, he takes another step toward me.

Panicked, I reach under my tunic and begin to slide down my panties. They are silky and comfortable, and likely to be the last nice pair I ever get, especially in a place like this. His threat is real; I know he'll remove them one way or another. I'd rather have them intact. When they are at my ankles, I grab them and leave them on the seat of the chair I was just sitting in

No sooner do I place them down then Caleb grabs me roughly around the waist, turns me toward the fable, and bends me over it. Pawing at my tunic, he yanks it upwards, exposing my bare ass and exposed pussy.

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He grabs at my ass for moment, before dragging his hand down my upper thigh. There, he curls his fingers inwards. Stretching out my folds with two fingers of one hand. He uses his other to slip between and start kneading my clit.

The sudden sensation is too much, too fast, and I start to push up off the table onto my hands.

Smack.

In a flash, Caleb removes his hand from my clit to slap my ass - hard.

"As you were," Caleb says. "Or you'll receive no pleasure at all"

The sting of slap sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through my body in a way that is confusion and alarming. Did I.. enjoy that?

My only other experience with sex was that night with Caleb three years before, but I had been heat-crazed and possibly drugged. I didn't remember much.

I wouldn't know if I would enjoy something like this.

Fear pulses through me, realizing I might.

I'm not ready for that, not to even explore the thought of it in the safe confines of my own mind, so I fold myself flat down onto the table once more. "Stay still," Caleb commands.

I freeze, trying to prove my obedience in this.

Caleb, apparently satisfied, returns his fingers to my clit. He tugs and massages, roughly, then gently, never letting me relax before he switches from hard to soft,

Just when I feel he is finally falling into a groove, he switches things up again by pushing a finger past my entrance and inside of me. It's so sudden, that I nearly buck off the table. At the last possible moment, I force myself still. My body trembles from the exertion. Caleb hulls a harsh, cruel laugh. He is enjoying my struggle.

is finger inside of me, he curls down toward my front, pressing into the bundle of nerves inside of me.

With his

"Ah!" I cry out.

At once, Caleb pulls away, nearly tugging his finger all the way out. Just as I think he is about to, he presses in again, this time with a second finger joining the first.

Like this, he teases me. Fingers moving in and out of me, curling down into my g-spot. His other hand continues its ministrations against my clit.

I can't stop the moans and whimpers that come out of my mouth especially as they seem to egg Caleb on, encouraging him to move faster, to add more pressure, to push and give like he's on some kind of single-minded mission to make me scream.

I bite down on my tongue to deny him the satisfaction. Yes, what he is doing to me feels incredible, and my body is reacting But I hate this man with every fiber of my being.

He is the reason I am down here, about to fight and die in the arena.

He is the one who refuses to listen to reason. I've never had a child, much less the child of a King.

But he won't listen. He'll never listen

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I'm going to die because he's a stubborn dickhead.

He continues playing with my body, pushing me to the limits anil I feel myself cresting. I claw at the wood of the table. desperate for purchase. My body shakes. Even biting my lip, I can't hold back my noises "Mm.. Mmmm!"

"Feels good, does it?" Caleb taunts. His fingers curl and push, and I nearly lose my mind

Just a little more. That's all I need.

Then, suddenly, he stops,

Inadvertently, I whimper. I push my body backwards, desperate for his touch. I'm so close. Just a little more!

Caleb slowly pulls his hands away from my body.

Turning my head, I look back at him over my shoulder. He's staring at the mess I'm making, dripping all over the table. He heks his lips before meeting my gaze.

"Such a wanton slut," Caleb says. "You want to cum so badly, it hurts, don't you?" There's mock sympathy in his voice but his eyes are ice cold.

I don't say a word, refusing to give in.

Caleb just smirks "For as long as you refuse to give me the truth, you will never replace satisfaction again."