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The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 38
Miatta I woke up the next morning, feeling like a new being. It was true that we had gone at it for hours like the animals that we were, sex a new experience that I had found to be addictive. Perhaps it was that wonderful because I was having it with my mate but I wanted it no other way. His smell was all over me and my heart swelled with pride at what I had accomplished the previous night. He had left me come on top just once and I had worn his patience twice with my slow, deliberate movements until he had groaned out loud and turned the tables on me. We had made love, what, four or five times? I had lost count of my orgasms when I had woken up at dusk and found his head between my legs, eating me out until my eyes rolled back into my head. Lucas was a sex god and I had trouble keeping up with his bull-like stamina, having lost some of my battle-ready fitness. Now, he laid on his stomach beside me, fast asleep in oblivion. His dark hair stumbled over his eyes and he was stark nake
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 39
Miatta Within me, I was worried, troubled by my encounter with Beta Logan but I didn't want Lucas to discover my discomfort. Therefore, I had taken some time to relax my nerves in the bath shed before presenting myself to my mate. Distracting him with my body was a tool that worked immensely and while he was busy dwelling on how fast he could get me back in bed, I was battling to keep my mind in check. “Are you trying to kill me, Miatta?” he asked huskily, doing that throaty groan he knew I liked. I preferred when he did it close to my ears, in my mouth or at the entrance of my wet orifice but I would take it however he wished to give it. “No. I'm sorry,” I feigned a sad countenance, bringing my fingers to my moist lips. “I didn't realize that I wore you out last night. Guess you are not as virile as you used to be.” I tried to walk around him but met a broad, solid chest. My dart must have hit close to home and if I knew anything about Lucas’ pride, it was that he would find a wa
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 40
Miatta POV When sundown came, I was still skittish, watching for anyone and anything that could harm Lucas. I could have confided in Ryker so that I could have some reinforcement but I didn't trust him yet. It was up to me to be on guard. I returned to the room to have a meal with him and this time, he was not pushy. He acted like everything was fine and I tried to act likewise. He left a big portion of the meal for me and withdrew to clean himself up. My heat period was coming to an end that day and I was glad to have the pesky thing over with. However, heat period or not, Lucas’ male essence called to me, making me salivate over what I knew he could do to me if I let him. The dull ache between my legs ensured that I did not forget the power in his thrusts. “You are asking for it, Miatta,” he warned, making long strides back to where I sat crosslegged on his bed. “What did I do?” I asked innocently, batting my lashes as he approached me. He hunkered down beside me and dropped a
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 41
Miatta When everyone had taken their seats, the drumming took on a faster pace, its attendant sweating profusely. Then forth came Lucas’ parade, with Addy's group leading the parade with their charismatic dance moves. Other slaves followed behind them, spilling flowers as they went on and singing his praises. Some warriors followed after, brandishing their bone daggers and swords. Gunpowder exploded in the air, chasing birds out of their hiding place in honour of their Indomitable Champion. Lucas was at the tail of the parade, dressed in a white leather attire that was like a second skin. It glued to and merged with his body, revealing the power in his back and his arms. A crown made of entwined white gardenias was placed on his head and he walked gallantly like the prince that he was. The pride I felt to be his mate swelled in my heart and I fanned myself to catch my breath. Who would have believed that just the previous night, the competent wrestler before them had been entangled
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 42
Miatta His declaration of love for me was disturbed by a loud announcement: “I welcome everyone to this year’s wrestling match,” the Lycan King bellowed, his baritone reaching all corners of the pack land. He arrested everyone's attention and all eyes were on him. I sighed happily, Lucas’ arms around me keeping me warm. He loved me, he adored me and I as well could not wait to have my way with him in the secrecy of his room. He withdrew a little to pay attention to the announcement but he possessively left his arms where they were. “My son, the Indomitable Champion for nine years has shown himself earlier, fit and ready to take on any contender. However, the usual procedures shall be followed and we shall begin from the group stage. With me are the names of the other contenders and Beta Logan will read them out. Logan.” He called on his trusty second in command and the proud warrior matched forward. He bowed before his master and took the floor. “The contenders for the wrestling
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 43
Miatta I saw him stumble. It was just a slight incident, so little that I thought it had been my eyes playing tricks on me. Perhaps my unsettled nerves had gotten the best of me but at that moment, I was sure of what I had seen. Ryker was whispering in his ear, presumably encouraging him and I wished I could be at his side as well. I wanted to hold him and reassure him that he was going to do great but alas, I was still a slave in the eyes of onlookers. Doing such a thing would draw the kind of attention I didn't need. Hanjo on the other hand, bounced from one foot to the other, impatient to begin. His Alpha was done speaking to him and was seated in the booth prepared for visitors. He had a smug smirk on his face like his champion had won even before the match began. Yvette was not allowed to speak to him and he had no interest in interacting with her either. My mind raced back to my home in Black Fur Pack, a pack I had sacrificed my freedom to save. Tears stung my eyes due to the
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Miatta I sat crosslegged in wonder, surprised that my plan had worked. Ryker had tagged me crazy but I was desperate to save my mate through any means possible. Therefore, I had decided to try something I could recall my mother talking about. She had been at her weaving looking, making me a new dress that I wasn't planning on wearing. I preferred wearing buckskin trousers like my brothers, Franco and Valerian. They were easy to run in and a dress was a lot to handle. “Mates are for life, dearest. Once you find yours, you will be very happy and you will feel fulfilled,” she had said to me, smiling brightly. I remember rolling my eyes in exasperation. Everything was roses and sunshine to my mom. “Why bother finding a mate? Love makes you weak anyways.” I was not the lovey-dovey type, affected by the cynical attitude rubbed off on me by my brothers’ friends. They were more interested in chasing she-wolves in heat than looking for their mates. “No, my dearest. Love makes you strong a
The Lycan's Slave Mate Chapter 45
Miatta He was victorious, weak, yes but victorious at the very end. Everyone knew that the end justified the means and my Lucas had emerged the victor. I caught Beta Logan’s surprised look, mouth agape in disbelief. Even the Lycan King was on his feet to make sure it was indeed his son standing. Obviously, no one had expected the prince to win the match that he had been outmatched from the very beginning. However, it was Hanjo lying lifeless on the ground, not my brave mate. He had regained control of his senses just in time and whatever had hampered his strength had been no match for his determination to win. I had merely bought him the time he needed by guiding his steps until he was able to do it himself. Ryker was at his side almost immediately and I took off in the direction of the wrestlers’ camp. Hanjo’s lifeless carcass was carted off the grounds. When I parted the curtains, I was drawn to where he lay, breathing heavily and with a little difficulty. He was on his back, Ryke
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