Princess's Revenge: Slave to the Soulbound King Chapter 113

Adelaide

The warm water flowed down my body as I rose from the marble bath and pulled on a silk robe, the fabric clinging to my damp skin and outlining my silhouette. I walked to the tall windows overlooking Silverhowl territory, twisting the hem of my robe. Hours had passed since Lycanthar left to deal with Garrick's treachery.

When the heavy oak door finally creaked open, I spun around to see Lycanthar's imposing figure silhouetted in the doorway. His golden eyes held traces of exhaustion mixed with determination, and despite everything, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he saw me.

"My Moon Bride," he said, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that never failed to send shivers through me. "You're still awake."

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted, moving quickly toward him. "Garrick... what happened to him?"

Lycanthar began removing his heavy leather coat as he said, "He has been stripped of his position as Legion Commander and sentenced to imprisonment in the dungeon. Besides, the border forces against humans have been withdrawn."

Relief flooded through me, and I felt my rigid posture finally relax. Lycanthar approached me, his large hands cupping my face, his thumb tracing gentle circles along my jawline.

"All of this is thanks to your courage, little moon," he murmured. "Your willingness to risk everything for the truth."

"I only did what was necessary," I replied softly, leaning into his touch as electric currents seemed to flow from his skin to mine. "I couldn't let innocent people die because of one man's conspiracy."

His eyes grew deeper, more intense, and he leaned down to capture my lips with his. The kiss began as a gentle exploration but quickly deepened into something hungry and desperate.

"Do you know," Lycanthar whispered against my lips between kisses, "when I heard you planned to leave the castle to find Draven, my heart nearly stopped beating? I was terrified of losing you, my moon, my very life."

A wave of guilt surged through me. My hand pressed instinctively against his solid chest as I said softly, "Never again, I promise. It's all over now."

His kiss moved to my shoulder, his fingers finding the silk ties of my robe and slowly untying them. The silk slipped down my body, and his heated gaze swept over my exposed skin, making every inch of me come alive under his scrutiny.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with want. "More radiant than moonlight itself."

Lycanthar quickly shed his own clothing, revealing the powerful frame I had come to know so intimately. My eyes traced over the defined muscles of his abdomen, before settling on his already hardened cock. The impressive size never failed to make my mouth water with anticipation, and I could feel myself growing wet with need just from looking at him.

He lifted me easily, placing me gently on our bed before covering my body with his. I could feel the controlled strength in every movement. His mouth found mine again before trailing down to my throat, then lower to my collarbone and the sensitive peaks of my breasts.

When his teeth grazed my nipple, I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips. My fingers tangled in his thick sliver hair as my back arched, offering myself to him completely. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud before he moved to lavish the same attention on its twin, sending waves of pleasure racing through my body.

His kisses continued their downward journey, across my flat stomach and down to the apex of my thighs. When his tongue made contact with my swollen clit, I cried out his name, my hands fisting in the silk sheets beneath me.

"Lycanthar..." I gasped as he explored me with deliberate skill, his tongue alternating between gentle licks and firmer pressure that had me writhing beneath him. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding into my slick entrance and finding that sensitive spot that made me see stars.

"Right there... oh gods, right there..." I was beyond coherent thought, my hips moving of their own accord to meet his rhythm. I could feel my arousal flowing freely, coating his fingers and lips as he worked me toward the edge. His eyes gradually turned red, showing how close he was to losing control himself.

"Lycanthar," I panted, my legs falling open in complete surrender, "I need you... I need to feel you inside me..."

His voice was a low growl when he spoke: "Tell me what you want, my Moon Bride. Tell me exactly what you desire."

"I want your cock," I said without shame, my cheeks flushing with heat at my own bold words. "I want you to fill me completely, to make me yours in every way."

He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his shaft sliding through my wetness before slowly pressing forward. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him, my inner walls being filled inch by delicious inch until he was seated fully within me.

"Goddess," he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself still. "You feel incredible."

When he began to move, each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being. He withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting places inside me that made me gasp and moan his name.

"Yes... deeper... harder..." I urged him on, my voice breaking with need. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us as he increased his pace, his powerful hips driving into me with growing urgency. My breasts bounced with each impact, and I could hear the wet sounds of our joining mixing with our labored breathing.

Suddenly he withdrew, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. From this angle, he could penetrate even deeper, and when he thrust back into me, I nearly screamed from the intensity. One of his hands gripped my hip while the other reached around to find my clit, stroking the sensitive bud in time with his movements.

My arms gave out, and I collapsed forward, pressing my face into the pillows while keeping my hips raised to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. Lycanthar's werewolf nature was taking over completely—his eyes had gone crimson, and I could feel his teeth scraping gently against my shoulder as he marked me as his own.

"You can never leave me again," he growled against my neck, his cock swelling slightly inside me in the way that was unique to werewolves. "Never again."

"Never," I agreed breathlessly, feeling fuller than I ever thought possible. "We'll never be apart."

With a final series of deep, powerful strokes, I felt my climax crash over me like a tidal wave. My inner muscles clamped down on him rhythmically as pleasure consumed every nerve ending. Lycanthar followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt as he released his hot seed deep inside me, his own growl of completion rumbling through his chest.

We remained connected for several long moments, both of us trembling from the intensity of our joining. Finally, he carefully withdrew and gathered me against his side, pressing gentle kisses to my temple as we lay entwined in the moonlight streaming through our windows.

I nestled against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat gradually slow to its normal rhythm. But even in the afterglow of our lovemaking, anxiety began to creep back into my thoughts. I should tell him the truth now—about who I really was, about being the princess of the enemy kingdom...

"What troubles you, little moon?" Lycanthar asked softly, his perceptive nature picking up on my inner turmoil.

I shook my head slightly. "I was just thinking... about the soul bonding ceremony. What it means for us."

"It means eternity," his voice was full of promise. "It will connect our souls completely, beyond life and death. No secrets, no barriers between us. Only perfect unity."

My heart raced. No secrets. Perhaps after the ceremony, when our souls were truly joined, he would understand my choices and motivations. I decided to wait until then to reveal everything.

"I look forward to that moment," I whispered, snuggling deeper into his embrace and closing my eyes. I tried to savor this peaceful interlude while preparing myself for the storm that was surely coming.