Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 108: Remember Me Too

She swallowed hard, feeling a tingling in her lower body intensifying again. Settling between his thighs, she laid her hands on his chest first. Then, she ran her hands over his wide chest, broad shoulders, and thick arms, before removing his loose black shirt to bare his skin.

All this time, Rhaegar watched her in silence, his lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.

"Rhaegar," Lorelai’s voice broke the quiet, trembling with nervous energy as her gaze shifted back to his face. "It’s not fair... I want you... to remember me too."

Her words were soft yet bold, carrying an earnest longing. She wanted to leave a mark on him—a memory that would linger through the days and nights, even if he was with someone else. It was a daring hope, but she couldn’t stop herself from dreaming.

Slowly, she reached out, her fingers brushing over his exposed chest, trailing along the contours of his body. Then, with a courage that surprised even herself, she asked a question that made the king’s eyes narrow.

"How can I make you feel good? Just as good... so you will remember me."

His gaze darkened, a wild intensity flashing in his amber eyes. The power behind his stare was enough to make anyone tremble, but Lorelai didn’t look away. She met his glare, unwavering, despite the tension crackling between them.

For a moment, Rhaegar remained silent, watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. Then, he sighed—a long, drawn-out sound, filled with both frustration and restrained desire.

"Haa... Lorelai..." His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his voice thick with restless heat. "You keep saying such reckless things. It’s not good for my self-control."

His hand rose to her face, strong yet gentle, and he tilted her chin upward. His thumb brushed over her lower lip before slipping his index and middle fingers into her mouth, parting her soft lips further.

The touch was intimate, deliberate, as if he were testing her. His fingers traced the edges of her teeth, the tender insides of her cheeks, before stopping to press gently against her tongue.

Rhaegar’s gaze was heavy with intent, and Lorelai felt her heart race, her body trembling under the weight of his watch.

"You know what I just thought?" he murmured, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "If you could see inside my head right now, you’d probably be running out of this bedroom. You should already know by now, princess—tempting me like this is dangerous."

He pulled his wet fingers away from her lips and, without missing a beat, pinched her nipple lightly, his smile growing even more devilish.

"Alright. Since you asked... Can you use your mouth?"

Lorelai’s breath faltered as her gaze instinctively dropped to his crotch. Her hands began to tremble, understanding exactly what he meant without needing further explanation.

Now that her eyes were fixed on him, the front of his pants seemed even tighter than before. The bulge of his arousal was impossible to ignore, straining against the fabric, daring her to act.

Hesitation immediately coursed through her, but with trembling fingers, she unbuckled his leather belt. The sound of the metal clasp echoed in the quiet room, amplifying her nervousness. Carefully, she slid his pants down, pushing the underclothes aside to reveal him fully.

Her breath caught again.

’God...’

She stared at the massive organ before her, momentarily bewildered.

The tip was already glistening with a bead of liquid, and its sheer size and thickness made her heart race. It seemed somehow fiercer, more intimidating than when she had touched it with her hands the other day. The thought of taking it into her mouth felt overwhelming.

Could she even manage it? It looked impossibly large, bigger than she remembered. Yet, despite her uncertainty, a heat stirred within her, and her lips parted slightly, caught between curiosity and trepidation.

Rhaegar smiled, stroking his chin as he watched the flicker of hesitation cross Lorelai’s face.

"What’s wrong, princess? Not so brave anymore?"

Lorelai inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She refused to falter.

Placing one hand on his firm thigh, she wrapped the other around his hot, throbbing manhood. Leaning down, she brought her lips to him, determined to proceed despite her nerves.

His size was daunting—so much so that her lips stretched painfully around him. It felt overwhelming, almost too much for her to manage, but the low groans coming from above spurred her on.

Her jaw ached, and her pace faltered. Glancing up at him, she met his amused, yet approving, eyes.

"You have to take it in deeper," he said with a smirk. "Think you can manage that?"

Lorelai nodded faintly, swallowing her hesitation. Bracing herself once again, she tried to push him further in. The movement caused the tip to brush against the back of her throat, making her gag as her eyes watered. Tears began to well up, and her chest heaved with the effort.

Rhaegar reached out, his large hand stroking her head tenderly. His voice softened, a rare gentleness slipping through.

"It’s alright. Don’t push yourself too hard."

Those few words of reassurance steadied her, easing her nerves slightly. Yet, the fire in his earlier tone still echoed in her mind, compelling her to continue.

With renewed determination, she tried again, her lips sliding farther down his length. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded around him, a golden curtain that framed her face. Rhaegar’s hand moved to gather the strands, pulling them aside to expose her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks.

"Good," he murmured, his amber eyes darkened with desire. "You’re doing beautifully, Lorelai."

"Ugh, hmmm..." As she continued, he let out soft moans, panting as the pleasure began to form inside his organ. "Lorelai... You are driving me insane..."

Rhaegar’s head fell back, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips, raw and unrestrained.

Lorelai’s nerves twisted within her, but she refused to sway. The sight of him like this—completely undone—spurred her on.

She licked and sucked with as much intensity as she could muster, her movements desperate to evoke more of those sounds from him. Another moan tore from his throat, deep and primal, as his hips instinctively lifted, pushing further into her mouth.

"Ugh, Lorelai... I think I’m going to—" His voice was rough, laced with unrelenting pleasure. His amber eyes locked onto her, drinking in the sight of her cheeks puffed around his length as she worked him.

Another guttural groan, almost animalistic, rumbled from his chest. "You look so erotic... I can’t hold it back, princess."

He reached for her, his fingers tangling in her soft, cascading hair, holding her firmly but not harshly. His other hand stroked himself, guiding the rhythm, and Lorelai instinctively closed her mouth, pulling back to watch him.

She couldn’t look away. Before her was a man stripped bare of all restraint, driven entirely by desire. It was raw, vulnerable, and powerfully intimate. Another deep moan escaped him, and a shiver coursed through her body as goosebumps prickled her skin.

"Keep your mouth open."