The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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By now, I've been threatened with death so much, that it shouldn't still bother me. But I suppose I don't actually want to die, so that keeps me from being too blasé about it.. I've seen with my own eyes enough to know how dangerous this place is just because the King hasn't carried out on his threats to kill me does not mean that he never will. Therefore, Bethany's words stay with me long after our briefing has concluded and she leaves me to see to dinner.

The longer they sit with me, the more they fester. Fear that I hate exists inside of me grows and grows.

Standing against any of the king's commands could lead to my death. Is that why he's made me one of his harem? I've been my own person up until this moment, both unable and unwilling to accommodate him in his request for the location of our non-existent child. But, no. That can't be. This leads all around in a circle. If he kills me, whatever secrets he thinks I have will theoretically die with me. So long as he thinks I have secrets, he won't kill me.

Then why make me part of his harem?

I'm so terribly confused and more worried than I care to admit

It all comes to a head when King Caleb himself comes through my door without knocking.

As

King, he has that right. But it's annoying as hell and startles the heck out of me.

If he notices my agitation or surprise, he doesn't say a word about either. He doesn't even really look at me. He just saunters across the room like he owns the place which, I guess, he does When he nears the bed, he unbuttons his kingly tunic and lets it slide to the floor. Then, he tears off his undershirt and casts it aside.

Without meaning to, my

ocus grazes over the walls of muscle in his back, the dip of his spine, the stretch of his shoulders

1 take in everything, right before he flops forward, face first onto my bed.

The bed I haven't even slept in yet. I guess, by the rules, that belongs to him too.

I have more than have a mind to ask him what the hell he wants, but I have no way of doing so without breaking the rules so I keep my mouth shut for now.

Fortunately I don't have to wait long.

"Slave," he says, addressing me, I suppose. "Massage. Now"

Okay. That's a command that's easy enough to follow, since I've been giving him a massage practically every day, with the exception of when I was in the pit and when I was being poisoned.

Moving away from the wall where I've been resting, I walk farther into the room and come to the side of the bed. Leaning over him, I reach my fingers into his hair. Immediately, he snatches my wrist in a tight grasp.

"Not a scalp massage," he snaps. "Do you think I took my shirt of for my health? A back massage this time."

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much more difficult and needed a lot more leverage. For me to give him the kind of relaxing massage Back massages he's looking for, I need to be over him more. I doubt, if I ask, that he will move closer toward the edge of the bed. 1/3

But I can barely press into any muscle from this angle.

If he gets a lukewarm massage, lie's likely to complain about it. that an embarrassment?

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Tired of my spinning thoughts, I mutter, "Fuck it," and crawl onto the bed. Swinging one of my thighs on the other side of his, I push up onto my knees and press down in earnest.

He makes a guttural sound, one that I've heard before in the throes of passion. This feels pleasurable to him, then. Good Maybe I can relax him and please him at once. If he's pleased sexually, he might leave me alone.

The massage continues, and I do my very best, eager to push him over the edge. Yet as hard as I push, as slow as my ministrations, I never receive more than the occasional grunt or groan.

Then, suddenly, Caleb starts to turn, underneath me.

At once. I try to move my leg, but he moves faster. In a flash, he's on his back with me sitting on his lap. His hands are on my hips, keeping me right where I am.

Under my ass, Caleb's dick is fully swollen, tenting his pants and bucking at me in earnest,

"Massage my chest now," Caleb says.

Chest massages are not as common. I've never given one before But I take what I know and try to apply it here, psing into any tense muscle I feel, trying to relieve it After I've touched his pecks, he says, "Lower."

I start on his abs. I'm there for only a moment or two, when he again commands, "Lower."

I move down to his stomach.

"Lower," he growls.

His navel.

His hooded gaze meets mine. I've seen this look from him before. There's a fire burning there, unquenchable. Only a thorough round or three of sex will satisfy him now. "Lower, slave," he commands.

I inch down my hips, bringing my ass to his thighs. With his waistband free, I pop open the series of buttons keeping his dick contained. Once I do, it immediately springs free, in all of its impressive, hard length and girth. "Touch it." he commands.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At his order, I wrap my hands around his dick. Sensing what he wants rext, I start to move. Up and down, slowly at first When he doesn't correct me, I grow bolder, adding speed. "Good," he rumbles. "Stop and I'll kill you."

A pang of fear flashes through me, but at the same time, I want to roll my eyes. He'd kill me over a hand job? After everything else?

Whatever.

Undeterred I continue to move. Eventually, he starts to buck up to my movements. When his thrusts become more erratic, I pick up speed, sensing his end.

Yet as I do so, I grow more and more weary. I'm still exhausted from the poisoning, and then from the other exertions of the

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That I'm upright at all is a miracle. I feel like I could fall asleep at any moment.

If I can finish off Caleb quickly, he might let me get some rest. Just a few more strokes should do it...

Instead, he sits upright, grabs me by the shoulders, and flips our positions, pushing me down onto the bed.

The minute my head touches the pillow, I'm out like a light.

Caleb freezes as Harper goes slack. What is the meaning of this?