Tribute to The Cursed Lycan King

Toy

Slade’s POV

Fuck.

I am indeed able to touch her, and she didn’t even flinch. She didn’t die . . .

For the first time in centuries, my dead heart slammed against my ribs like it had just remembered how to beat.

All because of that vindictive b***h of a witch I rejected so long ago. She had offered me her black heart and eternal loyalty. When I spat on her love and chose power instead, she cursed me with her dying breath: “Any woman your skin touches will die screaming in agony…”

And this omega proved her wrong.

Her skin was soft, warm, alive under my palms. No shriveled flesh. No screams of agony. Just smooth, trembling curves that made my c**k throb so hard it hurt. I kept my hands on her hips, gripping tighter, breathing in that sweet, omega scent that flooded my senses and made me want to bury my face between her thighs and never come up for air.

She smelled so f*****g good I didn’t want to let go of my grip anymore.

I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the massive bed draped in black silk. Laying her perfect naked body down, I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb, tilting her face up so I could see those sad, tear-filled eyes. Silver streaks in her dark hair caught the torchlight, making her look like something sacred and broken at the same time.

Is she really still crying over Caleb Hale? That pathetic boy didn’t even earn his Alpha title on his own merit. He bought it by sacrificing her like she was nothing more than a convenient wallet and a warm hole. The i***t thought she was easy to dispose of… and instead, he just handed me the greatest gift I’ve received in hundreds of years.

A bride.

My bride.

One I will never let go. One I will never let anyone else touch.

“Brace yourself, little omega,” I whispered low against her ear, my voice rough with centuries of starvation. My hands roamed her body greedily, cupping her full breasts, thumbs flicking her hardened n*****s, sliding down her soft stomach to spread her thighs wide open for me. She let out a small, broken whimper that shot straight to my c**k, making me even harder, pre-c*m already leaking from the swollen head.

Fuck, she’s so f*****g beautiful. Every curve, every tremble, every tear only made me more obsessed with her scent. I was going to claim her. Own her. Ruin her for anyone else, especially that worthless Silvercrest Alpha who thought he could throw her away.

I leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m about to f**k you so hard you’ll forget that boy’s name, forget your own name, forget everything except how deep my c**k is buried inside this tight little pussy.”

Her breath hitched. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but her hips twitched involuntarily, slick already glistening on her swollen folds. My wolf snarled in triumph inside me.

I dragged my thick c**k along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her c**t with the heavy head until she whimpered again. “You’re so beautiful.”

I pushed forward slowly, the fat head of my c**k stretching her entrance. She was so tight, so hot, so f*****g perfect. Inch by inch I sank into her, groaning deep in my chest as her walls clenched around me like velvet fire.

“s**t,” I groaned, voice gravel-rough as her tight, dripping hole clenched around every thick inch of my c**k, sucking me deeper like it was made for me. Those beautiful, broken moans spilling from her perfect f**k-me mouth only made me thrust harder, desperate to ruin her completely.

“f**k… so tight,” I growled, bottoming out with a snap of my hips. Her back arched off the bed, a loud moan tearing from her throat. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled back and slammed in again, harder, setting a brutal rhythm that made the heavy bedframe creak.

My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, angling her so I could hit that sweet spot inside her over and over. Her t**s bounced with every powerful stroke, n*****s begging for my mouth. I leaned down and sucked one hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while I pounded into her.

“You feel that?” I rasped against her breast, voice dark and filthy. “This p***y is mine now. No one else will ever stretch you like this. No one else will ever make you scream like this.”

“Faster, Your Majesty,” she moaned louder, nails digging into my shoulders, her hips starting to meet my thrusts despite the tears still wetting her cheeks. The look of pain, betrayal, and raw pleasure on her face only made me f**k her harder.

I reached between us, thumb finding her swollen c**t, rubbing tight circles in time with my c**k driving into her. “Come for me, little omega. Come all over your king’s c**k while I fill you up.”

Her walls fluttered, tightening around me like a vice. I felt her shatter, her whole body seizing, a broken cry ripping from her throat as she came hard, pulsing and gushing around my thickness.

The sight of her falling apart pushed me over the edge. With a savage growl I buried myself to the hilt and came, flooding her deep with hot, thick ropes of c*m. My knot swelled at the base, locking us together as I kept grinding against her, milking every last drop into her spasming p***y.

I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside her, chest heaving, still rock-hard even after spilling. My hand stroked her tear-streaked cheek almost tenderly while my other arm caged her beneath me.

“You’re not dying tonight, little wolf,” I murmured, voice low and possessive.

Her eyes fluttered open, still glassy with pleasure and lingering pain. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss, tongue thrusting into her mouth the same way my c**k had claimed her cunt. Then I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw, her throat, until I reached the soft, vulnerable spot where her neck met her shoulder. My fangs elongated, pulsing with the ancient need to mark what was now irrevocably mine.

With a low, feral growl, I sank my teeth into her flesh.

She cried out , a sharp, broken sound that was half pain, half pleasure — her p***y clenching hard around my still-swollen knot as fresh slick gushed between us. I held her down through the bite, licking and sucking the wound until my mark bloomed dark and permanent on her skin, the scent of our mingled essences flooding the room.

When I finally pulled back, blood and saliva glistening on my lips, I stared down at her with raw, obsessive hunger.

“Mate,” I rasped, voice thick and possessive, the word vibrating through both of us like a vow carved in bone. “You’re my mate now, little omega. Mine to f**k. Mine to protect. Mine to keep forever.”

***

Early morning light filtered through the heavy black drapes of my chamber, but sleep had been impossible. I couldn’t stop thinking about her — the way her tight cunt had clenched around me, the broken moans that spilled from her lips, the way she shattered so beautifully when I knotted her deep. Even now, hours later, my c**k was half-hard just from the memory.

I woke up next to an alive woman.

For the first time in centuries, a warm, breathing female body was curled against my chest instead of a cold corpse. Her silver-streaked hair spilled across the black silk pillows, my fresh mating mark dark and possessive on the curve of her neck. She was still here. Still breathing. Still mine.

The moment her lashes fluttered open, those pretty eyes landing on me with a mix of confusion and lingering heat, my c**k twitched to full attention beneath the sheets. f**k, even sleepy and marked-up she made me hard.

“Shower now,” I ordered, voice calm but laced with command. “Your clothes are already prepared.”

She sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts and the perfect imprint of my teeth on her neck. She looked at me like she hadn’t been begging me to f**k her harder last night, like she hadn’t screamed my name while her p***y gushed around my knot.

“I thought I was done with you?” she shrugged, voice still husky from sleep and s*x. “I’m supposed to be dead and done with you—”

I laughed, low and dark, cutting her off mid-sentence. “My sweet little wolf,” I murmured, reaching out to trace the fresh mark on her neck with my thumb, “I marked you last night. You’re not done with me. You’ll never be done with me.”

Her eyes widened, fingers flying up to touch the sensitive bite. The moment she felt the raised, claiming mark, a visible shiver ran through her body. She gulped hard.

“This is—” Her words died when I tossed the crisp papers onto the bed in front of her.

“What is that?” she asked, eyes narrowing as she picked them up.

I leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over my bare chest, watching her reaction with dark satisfaction.

“Marriage papers,” I stated flatly. “Sign them. You will become my Luna. I am not asking you, Sydney Fox. I am telling you. You are to become my bride, my queen, my everything. Anyone who dares to touch you will die screaming… including that pathetic excuse of an Alpha, Caleb Hale.”

She stared at the documents, lips parted in shock, the fresh mark on her neck throbbing visibly with every rapid beat of her heart. I could already smell the fresh slick gathering between her thighs at my words.

I smirked, voice dropping lower, filthier. “You can fight it if you want, little mate. You’re already mine the moment you didn’t die under my touch. Now make it official.”

She stared at the documents, her breath hitching. She let out a dry, hollow laugh. “What, is this a loveless marriage? You just want a toy you can’t break?”

I smirked, leaning in until our foreheads nearly touched. “I don’t care about love, Fox. But I know that I am allowed to do anything I want to you, and I will protect you until the world burns to ash. Now, sign the papers and let’s go show your pack what a 'worthless' omega looks like with a crown on her head.”