Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 143: The Eyes of a Beast

Resolute, Lorelai reached for the hem of her dress. Just as her fingers curled around the fabric, his deep, commanding voice stopped her.

"Are you going to take off your dress?" he asked, his tone laced with a dark, teasing edge. Even blindfolded, he seemed to know her every move. "Do it slowly. Start with the upper part for now... and then bring your breasts to my face."

Her breath hitched, but she found herself complying, her hands trembling slightly as she loosened the delicate ribbons of the soft corset holding her gown in place. She eased the fabric down, revealing her bare chest to the cool cave air.

The sensation sent a shiver coursing through her, and she felt her nipples harden in response to the chill—and to his unseen gaze. Rising onto her toes, she cupped her breasts in her hands, hesitating only briefly before lifting them toward him. Embarrassment burned in her cheeks as she touched her own flesh this way, but the hunger in his voice and the heat of his presence spurred her on.

His head dipped forward, the blindfold unable to mask the primal intensity emanating from him. His warm breath fanned her neck, and then his lips brushed her skin. A soft gasp escaped her as he licked a slow, deliberate trail down to her chest.

When his mouth finally latched onto her nipple, the sharp sensation nearly overwhelmed her. His lips suckled greedily, his sharp teeth grazing her tender skin with just enough pressure to edge into pain. A startled moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise silent cave.

The wet, noisy rhythm of his mouth filled the air, every flick of his tongue igniting a fire deep within her. Her body responded instinctively, heat pooling low in her belly. Despite his shackles, he had complete control over her, his touch and presence unraveling her completely.

When he finally pulled away, his lips glistening, Rhaegar grinned wolfishly. He licked his lips, as though savoring her taste, and his voice dipped even lower, almost a growl.

"How about we move to the lower part now?"

As Rhaegar’s tongue continued to trace and tease her breasts, Lorelai reached for the ties of her skirt with trembling hands. Slowly, she loosened them, allowing the fabric to slip down her body. The skirt pooled over Rhaegar’s thighs, her undergarments following shortly after, landing atop the soft material.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind—how would he manage to touch her lower body while restrained? Yet, before she could fully process the question, Rhaegar surged forward, the sharp clanking of chains echoing as his shackles stretched taut against the stone wall.

Her breath hitched as his face suddenly appeared between her legs.

"Wait, Rhaegar...!" she gasped, trembling with both surprise and anticipation.

"Don’t squirm," he rasped, his voice hoarse and commanding. "Come closer, Lorelai."

Her body seemed to move of its own accord, obeying his hushed demand. She tilted her hips forward, awkwardly at first, until her movements aligned with his intent.

"Yes, just like that," he murmured, his words a soft growl as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, his warm breath fanning over her skin. "Now, spread your legs wider."

Heat flooded her cheeks as she complied, parting her legs as much as she could. She had no idea where to place her hands or how to steady herself. But all those thoughts vanished the moment his head dipped further, his tongue gently grazing her swollen clitoris.

A sharp, involuntary moan tore from her lips as his mouth began its deliberate work. Her fingers found their way into his hair, clutching it tightly as if seeking something to anchor herself to. When his tongue slid deeper, thrusting into her with precision, her grip tightened, and her voice trembled with an uncontrollable cry.

"Ahhh...!"

Her thighs quivered as the strength drained from them, her legs barely able to keep her upright. Yet Rhaegar didn’t falter. His lips and tongue moved with unrelenting determination, savoring every inch of her, his mouth greedily drinking in the wetness that began to flow freely.

Lewd, wet sounds filled the air, mingling with Lorelai’s breathless moans. Her thighs clenched and unclenched, quivering uncontrollably as she writhed under the relentless torment of his tongue.

"Ah...!" she gasped, her back arching involuntarily as a wave of sensation surged through her. Her fingers tightened in Rhaegar’s hair, desperate to anchor herself against the overwhelming pleasure.

His tongue thrust deeper, sending her over the edge, her body trembling as her head tilted back, her vision hazy and unfocused.

"We’re just getting started," he murmured, his voice low and rich with satisfaction.

But Lorelai couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed, her soaked core brushing against Rhaegar’s muscular thigh.

Panting heavily, she bit her lip, lifting her gaze to meet his, half-hidden behind the ribbon. It wasn’t enough. The ache deep inside her demanded more, something harder, something to completely satiate her. The intensity of her own need startled her, sending a shiver down her spine. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Rhaegar’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his face glistening with her essence. "I’ve already seen how you can handle it on your own. You can do the same now... if you dare."

His teasing words ignited a fire within her, banishing hesitation.

Lorelai’s hands moved with purpose as she reached for the buttons on his pants, her fingers working quickly to undo them. As the fabric moved away, his undergarments did little to hide the sheer size of his arousal. His manhood strained against the cloth, the veins prominent and pulsing with barely restrained need.

When she finally freed him, his erection hardened further, standing tall and proud. Under normal circumstances, she might have been intimidated by his size, fearful of his raw ferocity. But now, driven by her own insatiable desire, she felt only anticipation.

Placing her hands on his broad shoulders for support, she slowly lowered herself. The heat of his body met hers as his hardness pressed against her entrance, sending a shudder through both of them.

Rhaegar exhaled slowly, his amber eyes darkened with hunger under the blindfold.

"Haa..."

Even with just the tip of him inside, it was a little painful. But Rhaegar remained patient, his steady breaths mingling with hers as she moved slowly.

"Oh, well done..." he murmured, his deep voice like a caress as he leaned forward to suck on her breasts once more. His manhood was too hot, too thick. She could feel every ridge and curve of him, the prominent veins pulsing with restrained power. Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut and, summoning all her courage, lowered herself fully onto him.

"Ugh!"

Her body tensed as he filled her completely, his length reaching deep inside her. She could feel him swell even more, stretching her in ways she hadn’t thought possible.

"My queen..." Rhaegar groaned, his voice raw and strained as his teeth grazed her neck. The way he spoke her title sent a shiver down her spine. Lorelai moaned softly, gripping his shoulders as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.

This man—her king—had willingly allowed himself to be bound for her sake. Today, it was her turn to take control.