The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

Caleb storms toward Ted, fire in his eyes.

The Pitmaster sees Caleb coming before Ted does. She had been attempting to show him a few moves, but now she stands to the side, moving at just the last moment, before Caleb grabs Ted by the arm and swivels him around. "Hey - what gives?" Ted demands. There's more confusion than recognition in his eyes. Does he not know... the king?

Though I suppose, in hindsight, that isn't all that uncommon. Before I came here, I thought the king was an old man. Leah thought the same before she saw him at one of the events. How many others have no idea what the King truly looks like? Could Ted be from the country or something, coming in only to become a guard - all without knowing what the King looks like?

"Easy, pal," Ted says, raising both hands, palms forward. He glances back at the Pitmaster. "Is this part of the training?"

The Pitmaster's face remains expressionless, but everyone else is caught in varying levels of surprise and horror. From their faces alone, it's clear Teds the only ignorant one here.

At this point, I just hope Caleb doesn't kill him.

The Pitmaster takes pity on Ted. Stepping closer, she motions toward Caleb. "This is your king, you foolish boy." To everyone else, she shouts, "Bow before King Caleb!"

At once, all of the other trainees, as well as the Pitmaster herself, fall to one knee in honor of Caleb. Even the other soldiers beside me, who had been sitting, push their tired bodies into a kneeling position.

I stand instead.

"K-k-king Caleb?" Ted stutters, looking back at Caleb, who has him gripped by the front of his shirt so tightly, Ted couldn't bow or kneel even if he thought to. "Forgive me, King, I'm from outside the walls and I never -" "Why do you attempt to steal a member of my harem?" Caleb demands, his voice a low, dangerous growl.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Y-your...?" Ted asks, confusion clear on his face. In a flash, realization comes over him. "You mean Harper? I wasn't trying to steal her, King, though she is beautiful. I was just being friendly. His voice shakes with clear nervousness. "She is mine," Caleb says, his voice pitching impossibly lower.

If I don't intervene, Caleb really is going to kill those poor fool.

I rush forward. "Cal-King Caleb," I correct myself at the last moment. "This boy is just a friend to me. He was only being polite."

"I saw the way he looked at you...." Caleb says. With disgust, he adds, "I can smell his desire for you..."

Ted pales. "I don't mean anything by it, honest! She's just beautiful!"

A growl rumbles out of the back of Caleb's throat.

"My King." I say hoping to appear subservient while also somewhat firm. "Perhaps you and I should discuss this privately."

Caleb shifts his gaze to look at me. He narrows his eyes a moment, before releasing Ted's shirt. Ted, off-balance, stumbles backwards and tumbles onto his backside.

In a flash, Caleb grabs my wrist and drags me along behind him

I think he must be leading me back to his office, or to his bedroom or mine. Instead, we don't even make it inside the building. He stops at a gardener's shed, and shoves me inside. With the door slammed closed behind us, he glowers at me. "You flirted with that boy," he says. "I should kill him in front of you."

"I wasn't flirting with him," I reply. "I was just being friendly. He didn't even know who I was!"

"I bet you liked that, didn't you?" Caleb's eyes flash red. "You didn't want him to know that you are mine. You wanted him to think you were attainable. Were you going to fuck him, Harper? If so, I'd definitely have him killed."

"I have no intention of fucking anyone but you," I snap at him.

He pauses,

his eyes dragging down my body.

When he looks at me like that - like he wants to eat me alive - gods, it shouldn't make me want him but it does. Already my pussy is wet, my nipples aching.

"You want to smell anyone's desire?" I taunt. "Smell mine."

I'm feeling bold, driven wild with lust out of growing jealousy and pent-up desire from our lack of sex the past few days.

He's totally frozen, staring at my breasts, his nostrils flaring.

"What does it matter anyway?" I demand. "Soon you'll be married, and I'll have to find someone else to warm my bed."

Oh, it's a dangerous game I'm playing, taunting him like this. He has to know, deep down, that I have no desire for anyone but him. But the lashings of my jealousy make me want to snap out in turn. If I'm hurt, he should also be. If I must be jealous, then he should be too.

Growling deeply, Caleb rushes towards me, crowding me up against the stone wall of the far side of the outdoor closet.

"You think I would ever let anyone touch you? You are mistaken, consort. Your body belongs to me, now and forever, regardless if I wear a matching ring with anyone else. You are mine. I am the only one who can bring you pleasure." I lift my chin, feigning defiance, even as he pushes me harder against the wall, pining me with his body, his erection digging into my hip.

""Prove it," I taunt.

Growling, he claims my mouth with his in a biting and passionate kiss. His hands tear apart my pants and panties, exposing me to the cool air. As I hiss, he drops to his knees.

"That boy would not know how to please you like this," Caleb growls before he plunges forward, searching for my clit with his tongue. His onslaught of pleasure is relentless, particularly when he lifts one of my thighs to drape over his shoulder.

As he suckles at my clit, he presses a finger up inside of me. I'm so wet, it slides in easily. He groans in satisfaction, before adding a second finger. Then, with them plunge up within me, he curls them forward, finding my g-spot.

Clawing at his hair, I buck against the stone wall and cum. As my body trembles with the aftershocks, he carefully removes his fingers and raises to his feet. He kisses me, and on his tongue, I taste myself. It makes me feral with possessive desire. I want more.

"Caleb," I moan.

He wastes no time. Gripping me by the thighs, he lifts me higher against the wall As I wrap my legs and arms around him, he lines himself up and presses inside of me.

I drop my head back against the stone.

Gods, his fingers were heavenly, but his dick is outright immaculate.

He fucks me hard. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming

It feels so fucking good.

"I'm not... going to... last..." I warn him.

"I'll make you cum until you cry," he says. "This is only number two, Harper."

It's a beautiful, tortuous promise he's making. He wants to push me over the edge again and again to make his point.

No one else could ever make me feel this way.

He thinks I don't already know that.

"I want it," I whisper in his ear.

"Hold on," he growls and picks up speed.

So I do, holding on like I'll never have to let him go.

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