The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Defiant Surrogate 65

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I try to put Caleb's cold shoulder to the back of my mind so I can focus on the matter at hand. Sull wearing this giant tarp of a dress, I turn to Bethany.

"I can't possibly wear this to the gala," I say.

Bethany gives me a once over. "We can fix it, I'm sure. Somehow." She touches the side of it, grabbing it in handfuls to try to cinch the waist. "This is the worst dress he could have picked for you. It's so bad, it's as if he did it on purpose just to spite you." "You heard what he said," I tell her. "He didn't seem to think much of me at all."

"Even that seemed put on to me," Bethany says.

"It did?" He'd seemed genuine to me, but I'd been so annoyed by what he was saying, maybe I didn't see clearly.

"He was lying about you being average," Bethany says. "The King doesn't bring average women into the harem, and frankly, many women would kill to have your measurements, myself included."

"Thank you" I can't tell if she's just saying that to make me feel better, but it's working either way.

"Plus, why would he want even one women he dresses to look bad?" Bethany continues. "There has to be more to this." She taps her finger to her chin.

"At this point, nothing would surprise me." I say. "Maybe Gwen asked him to do it."

With Veronica, Nina, and Madeline all gone, Gwen is my current biggest enemy. Adding my knife to my self-defense has helped keep some of the more heinous acts they might commit against me at bay, but it doesn't stop her glares. "We'll fix the dress," Bethany says. "I'll make sure you steal the show at the gala."

I don't necessarily want to steal the show, I think at first. After all, if I'm drawing everyone's attention, it will be much harder to speak to Samuel.

But then, the other side of me argues, why do I need to talk to Samuel at all? He betrayed me by marrying Leah. If anything, I should look amazing to make him jealous and Leah so envious that her face turns red.

It's more mature to want to blend into the background, but it's more fun to stand out.

So I tell Bethany, "I need to look hot."

Bethany grins

Later, after Bethany has taken the offending garment to her chambers and I've changed into my nightie, I lie in bed and think about the cold shoulder Caleb gave me earlier.

What could that have meant?

He'd laid claim to me once more on his throne just yesterday. Why would he already be annoyed with me?

Although, truthfully, he'd been annoyed with me then too.

He knows my feelings for Samuel. They would be difficult to conceal even if he didn't already have prior knowledge.

I sigh and roll over. There's nothing really I can do about this, and I'm not sure I even want t

So what if the King is mad at me? I never wanted his affections anyway. He only ever forced himself upon me. Yes, maybe he

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gave me pleasures I've never felt before, but that didn't mean anything. Pleasures of the flesh mean nothing compared to desires of the heart.

Trying to relax, I huff another breath and roll over onto my other side.

Even thinking about the pleasures I've felt at the hands and tongue of the king has my body ramping up.

Silly, stubborn body. My heart wants Samuel. I should be thinking of Samuel in a carnal way, not Caleb.

I try to push thoughts of Samuel to the front of my mind. Yes, his smile brings me comfort, and I adore his face. But when I try to think of him taking his clothes off, he immediately shifts into the taller and broader Caleb. "Damn it," I whisper to myself.

Then, the door to my room opens.

Sitting upright at once, I start to reach for the knife I left on my nightstand. I stop when I realize it's King Caleb sneaking into my room. He closes the door behind him, then, with the light of the moon through the windows as his guide, he makes his way to my bed. I look up at him, and he looks down at me.

He doesn't say a single word - and neither do 1 - as he takes off his robe, revealing he's naked underneath, climbs under the covers to grab at me.

His hand grips the base of my nightgown and he pulls it over my head. It's tossed carelessly aside. Then, that same hand moves to cup my breast,

I'm not wearing panties, so he kicks apart my legs, rolling into the new space between them. With his free hand, he lines up his hard dick with my entrance, and then smoothly pushes inside of me.

I'm embarrassed by how wet I already am. My earlier thoughts of him helped ramp me up. Seeing him in the flesh only amplified everything

His dick inside of me, he starts to gently thrust, all while massaging my tit and burying his face in my neck, sucking in mark after mark.

He moves silently. The only noises in the room are the creak of the bed and the soft gasps that escape me as he fills me up again and again.

When one of my gasps adds a whimper, Caleb picks up speed. He drops his hold on my breast to grab me by the hips, directing me where he wants me as he plows into me faster and faster.

My gasps become moans. I claw at the pillow behind my head, desperate for something to hang onto while he fucks me hard and fast.

It feels so good. He always feels good.

My nipples tighten. My pussy clenches. My mouth falls slack.

I close my eyes as I come.

Waves of pleasure crash over me again and again. Caleb continues thrusting, and each movement sits somewhere on the edge of perfection and almost too much.

Again and again, deeper and deeper.

Then, with a roar, he pulls out just in time to come all over my chest and stomach.

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moon, I can see the satisfaction there.

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Likely, he wanted me to smell like him. Territorial asshole.

He admires his handiwork for a moment more. Then, he rises from the bed, grabs his robe off the floor, and walks toward the door. "Caleb?" I call after him.

He hasn't just left me like this since the beginning. This feels strange, like a regression in our whatever we are.

Even at my calling of his name, he doesn't look back. He doesn't wince or flinch. He just opens the door and walks out of it, closing it behind him.

Alone, I look down at myself. At the mess he made that I'm not left alone to clean up, even though most of my body feels like jelly.

It's been a long time since I actually felt like the King's whore. Now, looking at myself covered in his spend, those feelings

resurface.

I should be happy, maybe. I don't need him to see me as a person. After all, it's Samuel that I love.

Yet, misery sits with me like a lead weight, keeping me from moving for a long time.

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