Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 175

Mordred's POV

I paced in my private study, unable to settle, unable to think about anything except her.

Natasha.

The encounter in the garden had left me burning with unfulfilled desire. I'd touched her, tasted her, felt her respond to me with such perfect surrender. But we'd been interrupted before I could finish what we'd started.

And now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop remembering the way she'd felt in my arms.

I wanted her. Needed her. With an intensity that was almost frightening in its power.

I'd tried to sleep, but it was useless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, felt her skin, heard her voice whispering my name.

Finally, I gave up on sleep entirely and decided to go for a run. Perhaps some physical exertion would clear my head, would burn off some of this restless energy.

I left the citadel through a side entrance, shifting into my wolf form as soon as I was clear of the buildings.

I ran through the forest, my powerful legs eating up the distance, the cool night air rushing past me.

But as I ran, I became aware of something else. A pull. A compulsion drawing me in a specific direction.

At first, I tried to ignore it, to run in a different direction. But the pull only grew stronger, more insistent, until I found myself turning toward it despite my intentions.

I didn't understand what was happening. Had never felt anything like this before. It was as though an invisible thread was tied around my chest, pulling me inexorably toward... something.

I ran faster, driven by a desperation I couldn't name. The world around me blurred, trees and shadows rushing past as I pushed myself to greater and greater speeds.

And then, suddenly, I was there.

I skidded to a halt in front of the gates to Caelan's estate, my chest heaving, my heart pounding.

The abruptness of the stop brought me back to myself, and I shifted back to human form, staring at the gates in confusion.

What was I doing here? Why had I come to Caelan's estate in the middle of the night?

This was absurd. Inappropriate. I was the King, and I was trespassing on another lord's property without invitation or announcement.

I should leave. Should return to the citadel and forget this strange compulsion that had brought me here.

But even as I thought it, I caught a scent on the wind.

Sweet. Intoxicating. Unmistakable.

Heat.

A female in heat. And not just any female—the scent was so powerful, so concentrated, that it could only be an Endurer.

My body responded immediately, my cock hardening, my blood heating, every instinct screaming at me to find the source of that scent and claim her.

I took a step forward, then another, drawn by that incredible scent like a moth to flame.

And then I saw him.

Caelan was standing near the main house, clearly preparing to leave, a sealed letter in his hand. He looked up as I approached, and his eyes widened with surprise.

"King Mordred?" he said, his voice filled with relief. "Thank God. I was just about to come find you."

I stared at him, trying to focus on his words instead of the overwhelming scent filling my nostrils. "Why were you looking for me?"

I deliberately didn't address the strangeness of my own presence here, didn't acknowledge that I had no reasonable explanation for why I was wandering his property in the middle of the night.

Caelan's expression was grave. "It's Natasha. She's in heat. A severe heat. She needs help getting through it, and I... I can't be the one to help her."

He gestured toward a small cottage at the edge of the property. "She's in there. Waiting. She's... she's ready for you."

The words hit me like a physical blow.

Natasha. In heat. Waiting for me.

The scent I'd been following—that incredible, intoxicating scent that had drawn me here against all reason—was hers.

My mind reeled, trying to process this information.

Caelan was offering his betrothed to me?

It felt wrong. Deeply, fundamentally wrong. Despite the Prima Nocte—the King's right to the first night with any female in his territory—despite the fact that I had helped many female Lycans through their heats over my long life, this felt different.

This was Caelan's betrothed. And he was asking me to... to fuck her?

The thought was scandalous. Improper. Completely inappropriate for a king.

But even as my rational mind protested, my body was already responding to that scent.

"Are you certain?" I asked, my voice rough.

Caelan bowed his head, a gesture of submission and respect. "I'm certain, Your Majesty. She needs help, and I... I cannot provide it. But you can. Please."

The scent was overwhelming now, drowning out rational thought, making it impossible to think of anything except the desperate need to get to her, to ease her suffering, to claim what was being offered.

I nodded once, not trusting myself to speak, and strode toward the cottage.

The scent grew stronger with each step, so powerful now that I could barely breathe. My cock was fully hard, straining against my trousers, my skin burning with need.

I reached the door and paused for just a moment, some last shred of propriety making me hesitate.

And then I felt it—a presence on the other side of the door. She was there, standing just inside, as though she'd sensed my arrival.

I opened the door.

She rushed into my arms immediately, her naked body pressing against me, her face buried in my chest.

"You're here," she sobbed, her voice breaking with relief. "I've been waiting. It hurts so much... please, make it stop... please. I need you so badly."

The feel of her against me, the scent of her heat, the desperate need in her voice—it all combined to obliterate the last of my restraint.

My thoughts were consumed by a primal, relentless desire. I needed to be inside her. Needed to claim her completely, to mark her as mine.

I kicked the door shut behind me with enough force to rattle the frame, my hands already moving over her body, relearning the curves I'd explored in the garden.

I lifted her easily, carrying her to the sturdy wooden table in the center of the room.

"Yes," she gasped, her legs spreading automatically, her body arching toward me. "Yes, please. Hurry. Please, I need you inside me."

I couldn't wait any longer. Couldn't take the time to undress properly or prepare her gently.

I tore at my clothes, buttons scattering, fabric ripping in my haste to free myself. My cock sprang free, hard and thick and ready, and she made a desperate sound at the sight of it.

My skin felt electrified, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

The tingling sensation spread from my scalp down through my entire body, making me feel more alive, more present, more desperately aroused than I'd ever been in my life.

The anticipation was almost unbearable.