The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Defiant Surrogate 81

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I try my best not to think about Caleb sleeping with some other woman, yet the image of it still creeps into my mind again. and again. My stomach turns, imagining him naked with another wornan, thrusting inside of her or doing all those wicked things with his tongue... This shouldn't bother me. The man wants me dead. He'll likely Humiliate and torture me during the Grand Ball and then kill me after he replaces out I'm not pregnant. I shouldn't feel any kind of connection with a man who has desires to end my life.

Yet when I think of him with someone else. It makes me want to tear this room apart in annoyance and rage and jealousy.

I hate myself for feeling this way, for allowing my bodily desires to overcome my critical thinking skills and my self-preservation. Yet I can't deny that I do feel this way. I want to replace out whichever woman he's sleeping with right now and pull her hair out

I force myself still, refusing to allow myself to give into those impulses. Caleb has an entire harem of women ready and waiting for him. I'd have to be some kind of fool to think that he'd prefer me to the rest.

Especially because Samuel is the man that I love. He's the one I should be fantasizing about. The one I should be thinking of. pretending to be with when Caleb fucks me.

Yet time after time, again and again, Caleb is the one that I desire

I must be the world's biggest, most gullible fool.

Suddenly, the door to my room swings open. I pounce up from my bed to face the intruder. My flight or fight instinct comes skidding to a stop when I realize it's Caleb storming through the door. He slams it closed behind him. When he spots me, he heads in my direction. His gaze travels down the length of my body.

I'd been ready for bed, so I'm only in a simple nightie, my robe draped over the foot of the bed. The nightie is sheen and shear, cool on these warmer nights. Yet it's practically translucent. He can undoubtedly see all of me without much effort on his part. At least I'm wearing panties.

His eyes darken with hunger as he takes me in. When they lift back to mine, they are equal parts passion and rage. I brace myself for the brunt of his anger. I've seen it enough by now to be prepared. As long as his eyes aren't red, I have a chance of talking my way out of anything

"What sort of spell did you put on me?" he grumbles. He stops two feet away from me, towering over me.

"What are you talking about?"

"You are a witch," he snaps. "I should not desire you half as much as I do. I should be able to lie with the others of my harem, stroke their pussies and clutch their tits, without thinking about how you would feel instead."

Satisfaction immediately floods through me. Vindictively, I hope he had the worst time of his life with whoever he chose over me tonight. I'm glad I was the one in his thoughts, even as he laid with another. "I am not a witch," I say, very

careful not to smirk or be otherwise too smug about it.

That can't be true. Not after tonight. And not after last night."

"I didn't do anything last night."

"You bewitched me," Caleb growls. "I would never come inside of a consort otherwise."

I didn't want to remind him that this is the second time he's done so with me, but I hold that back, not wanting to bring up

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the non-existent secret thik he believes I'm hiding from him. That's an entirely different argument.

"If you wore a condom, you wouldn't have to worry about that, say shortly. I'm tired of being blamed for this. It takes two to tango. He should have wrapped himself up if he was that worried about it.

Both the rage and passion in his face grow in equal measure. As he takes a step closer, I'm unsure if he wants to hit me or

kiss me.

I'm starting to think it might be both. Delight coils through me, imagining him bending me over and spanking me. Quickly 1 shove away those thoughts. I've never wanted anything like that before. Why would I want that with Caleb!

"You have no right to tell me what to do," he growls, his voice going deeper now.

Then make better decisions," I snap in reply. That dark look in his eyes is igniting a fire within me. Distantly, I know I should be more cautious and submissive, but I can't help but challenge him. Self-preservation be damned, he's gotten his way for too long. Someone needs to tell him how it truly is.

"I could have you hung for your insolence," he says.

"If you wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now."

"So bold..." He inches closer. His chest brushes mine. "How dare you stand against me?"

I narrow my eyes. "What are you going to do about it?"

He glares at me hotly for half a heartbeat. Then, in a flash, his arms are around me, and his mouth is crashing down on mine. I move at once, clawing at his shoulders as I open my mouth for the bombardment of his tongue.

But then, unbidden, I think of that same tongue having plunged into some other girl's mouth tonight. Or worse, between her thighs.

Annoyed and disgusted, I turn my face away.

"You dare deny me what is rightfully mine?" Caleb growls.

"You fucked someone else tonight," I snap back, not looking at him. "I'm not some sloppy seconds."

Caleb's growl increases. "You witch. You think I laid with another while you invaded my every thought?"

He grabs my nightie and yanks it over my head, more fully exposing my breasts. His hands cover them at once, massaging while he flicks his thumbs over my nipples.

I want to hate him. I want to be pissed. But gods that feels so fucking good. My mouth drops open and I gasp. My nipples are hard in an instant, and I press my breasts outward to more fully all his hands.

"Fucking perfect tits," Caleb growls. "Now for the rest of you!

He drops his hands to my hips and tears my panties off my body. Then, he shoves me so that I flop back onto the bed, naked and exposed.

"Spread those legs. Let me see what's waiting for me."

At his command, my legs fall open, almost as if they moved on their own.

Caleb drags his own shirt over his head, then kicks off his pants. There, he stands naked beside the bed, slowly stroking his rock-hard cock as he drags his gaze greedily over my body. Lightly, he scents the air. "Better," he says. "This is as it should be

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Recovering my thoughts slightly, I start to close my legs. "I'm no your sloppy seconds."

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"You are whatever I want you to be," he snaps. Leaning over me, le grabs my knees and forces them open. Then he inserts. himself into the space between them.

My body comes alive with his closeness and the promise of whats to come.

He lines himself up and pushes inside of me without any resistance from my body at all.

"Stop." I tell him even as I claw at his back, trying to bring him closer. "I won't be second..."

Caleb silences me with a passionate kiss. Then pushing himself up slightly, he begins to thrust into me.

I hate how good it feels, and how much I want it.

But not as much as I hate that someone else might have felt this tonight first.

Jealousy fills me, and possessiveness takes over my brain. So, grabbing him, 1 yank myself up to meet him, put my mouth on his neck, and suck in a mark. His growl deepens.

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