The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Defiant Surrogate 25

Chapter 25

"I don't know anything. I say weakly, body still trembling as it slowly, painfully, comes back from the edge.

Caleb's good humor immediately vanishes. His smirk drops into a glare of disapproval. "Cover yourself, whore." In a flourish, he turns away from me and walks to the door. He's not giving me any time!

Not wanting to flash the entire pit, I scramble off of the table, grab my panties and tug them on. Just as I pull my tunic back down, Caleb pulls open the door.

Tristan awaits on the other side with hand sanitizer and a handkerchief. My face flishes hot as Caleb cleans his hands. For Tristan to have that ready, he would have had to have known what was going on in that room.

I send a quick prayer to whatever gods might be listening that he didn't hear the way I moaned. It's bad enough that he knows what went on. I don't want him to know that I enjoyed it. The shame I feel is near overwhelming. When I step outside of the room, Caleb is already walking forward.

""Follow him," Tristan tells me.

I'm too ashamed to argue so I follow in Caleb's shadow

When Caleb walks into the training area, the entire room tenses. The gladiators stop practicing. Most lower their gazes Some of the slaves fall to their needs, quick to bow. The Pitmaster turns toward the King and bows deeply at the waist. "Rise," Caleb says as he stops before her.

The Pitmaster does as she's commanded, rising to her full height once more. Tall as she is, she's still much shorter than Caleb and has to lift her gaze to meet his.

Reaching behind him, Caleb grabs my arm and roughly pulls me to his side.

"I expect this slave to be well-trained and ready for her fight," Caleb says.

"Yes, my King," the Pitmaster says. "Beg pardon, Sir, but I feel I must temper your expectations. This one has never held at sword before."

Caleb glances sharply at me. "Is this true!"

I nod

Caleb's gaze seems to sharpen for a moment, before he pushes me away. I stumble, but manage not to f

"Then you have your work cut out for you," Caleb says to the Pitmaster.

my King

She lowers her head in reverence. "Yes, my

fall.

"Now." Caleb half-turns, acknowledging Tristan. "Which one dared to touch something that does not belong to him?" Tristan steps forward slightly, enough to whisper to his king.

Both their gazes shift to Kidd, who had been practicing with the training dummy before Caleb walked in.

Realizing he's under scrutiny, he straightens slightly.

"That one," Caleb says to the Pitmaster, pointing at Kidd.

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Chapter 25

The Pitmaster follows his gaze. "He goes by Kidd, my King"

"At the next event, he will go into the arena against 100 men. See if he survives, Caleb says.

A fight against a hundred men is a death sentence and everyone knows it. Even the strongest of warriors would be overcome by the sheer number of opponents. They could take down 50, and still lose to the remaining half. The Pitmaster nods. "As you command, my King I will speak with the scheduler."

Kidd's hands curl into tight fists. Hot rage burns in his eyes, yet instead of glaring at his King, he is scowling at me. Quickly. I look away

That night, as I'm resting on my cot, I can't help but remember the feel of Caleb's hands on my as he played me so near to completion, but denied me my release.

What a frustrating, terrible, cruel man.

I'm humiliated and angry, determined to forget the moment ever happened.

Yet I'm also horny as hell, and have been ever since Caleb told me to take off my panties.

The man is a devil, taking whatever he wants without asking, and I hate him so much I shake with it

I shouldn't want someone who forces himself on me, yet my body desires him even if my heart does not. The way he makes my body sing, feeling untold pleasures that I never thought I could feel.

Then he denies me release.

Cruel, heartless bastard.

Gods, I wish I could touch myself, bring myself to completion all on my own. I'm not a stranger to my own body. Though my fingers are not as long and masculine as Caleb's, I'm certain can mimic his movements enough to push myself over the edge at last. But this room with its shoddy walls and open doorway has limited privacy. If I start to touch myself, others will hear and smell and know.

Although.. with how damp my pussy is, the smell might already be permeating in the air.

My worst fears are confirmed when a visitor darkens my doorway. Clancing over, I see Kidd there, glaring at me, flaring.

nostrils

Immediately. I sit up on my cot, pulling my frail, thin blanket over my body. Even in my tunic, I feel exposed. I don't want him to see any part of me when I'm horny and vulnerable as I am

"You smell.. delicious," Kidd growls and steps fully into my room

"I belong to the King." I remind him. "Didn't you hear him? Don't you see these marks?" I gesture to my throat, where the bruises from Caleb's mouth and hands still linger.

"That same King has condemned me to death," Kidd says, taking another step toward me. "What will he do if I touch you! Condemn me twice?"

"You still have a chance in the arena, 1 say, ignoring the way he scoffs. "If you do this here and now, he'll kill you without that curtesy,

"There is no chance for one man against one hundred," Kidd says. "I'd rather know pleasure before I meet my end"

With fear quickening my pulse, my heart jolts so hard that it feels lodged in my throat.

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"I don't want you," I tell him forcing my voice calm.

Eyes darkening, he smirks with an almost maniacal pleasure. "That's a lie. You reek like a bitch in heat. You're so horny, you'll take the first man to come along. Don't worry. I'll give you what you want."

As he stalks closer, he lowers his hand to his crotch, touching himself through his pants. His dick is swelling. It twitches under the thin fabric.

*Stay away from me," I say, "I scream.""

"Let them hear how much you like it, bitch," Kidd growls

Pushing back the blanket, I try to stand t back down on the bed.

and make a break for it, but he roughly grabs me around the waist and throws me

Kidd trains daily, his muscles are bulky. I have no hope of breaking free as he crawls over me and pins me with his body. That doesn't mean I won't try, however, as I thrash under him. When his face gets to close, I try to snap my teeth at him. He grins as he stays just out of reach of my mouth.

"Do you fight like this with King Caleb?" he asks. "No wonder he's laid claim to you so fiercely. Too bad he sent you down here to Hell, though. Not even the King's rules survive down here."

"He'll kill you!" I shout.

"Then I'll die happy," he growls, and grabbing the front of my tunic, tears it open.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

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