Seducing the Supreme Lycan

CHAPTER 2

​"Get your hands off me" I snarled, twisting violently beneath Kaelen’s heavy weight. I struggled against the bed, trying to wrench my wrists free from his grip.

The heat radiating from his bare chest was scorching my skin, but I wasn't about to start begging for mercy.

I glared straight up into his face.

"I don't care if you're the King. You don't own me, you arrogant b*st*rd!"

​Kaelen didn't flinch.

A grin spread across his lips, his grip tightening until my bones ached. He leaned down, his hard chest flattening my bouncing breasts against his ribs.

The heavy friction between our bodies sent a violent wave of electricity straight to my core, soaking me instantly.

​"Watch your tongue, little rogue," Kaelen growled, his voice a deep rumble that shook the headboard.

"You are laying in my bed, completely naked, smelling like a female in heat.

You think you're in a position to negotiate with your King?"

​"I'd rather rot in the wilderness than serve as your royal pet!" I snapped, arching my back to try and buck him off.

The movement only pushed my bare pelvis directly against his massive, rock-hard c*ck, which was straining aggressively against his trousers.

A soft gasp escaped from my mouth, ​Kaelen chuckled, his eyes locking onto mine.

He shifted his weight, driving his knee right between my thighs to force them wide apart, completely exposing my dripping p*ssy.

​"The wilderness?" Kaelen mocked, his voice laced with alpha authority.

"Look at you, your Crimson Luna wolf just awakened tonight.

Your body is vibrating with a power that you don't even know how to use.

You wouldn't survive a single day outside these walls alone."

​"Try me," I hissed, clenching my jaw. "I survived the Silverfang Pack's abuse. I can survive anything."

​"You survived because they treated you like a harmless omega," Kaelen barked, his face inches from mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips.

"But the moment you stepped past that border, every packless rogue wolf in the northern territory smelled your heat.

Right now, dozens of starved, ruthless males are tracking your scent.

If I open these doors and throw you out, they will hunt you down, tear you to pieces, and breed you until your body breaks just to steal your power."

​The reality of his words hit me, but I didn't break.

I narrowed my eyes, locking onto his gaze. "So your grand plan is to kidnap me and do the same thing?"

​"I am your secondary, supreme true mate. I don't need to steal your power—I am the only male alive strong enough to handle it," Kaelen commanded, his massive hand sliding down, gripping my waist with force.

He pulled my hips flush against his thighs, letting me feel the magnitude of his desire.

"Your pathetic former pack threw you away like garbage.

Alpha Derek publicly rejected you, Elena. You have no home, no pack, and no protection."

​"I will get my revenge on Derek," I muttered, the hatred for my former mate burning hot inside my chest.

"I will make him and Tanya bleed for what they did to me."

​"Then you need me," Kaelen rumbled, his touch sending a desperate ache straight between my legs.

"And I am a King who always gets what he wants. I will give you two options right now, Elena. You can walk out of those heavy doors tonight.

You can try to fight the rogue wolves alone, get captured, and get brutally used until you die in the mud."

​He paused, his fingers digging deeper into my hips, driving his rock-hard front right against my aching center.

​"Or," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping into a possessive command.

"You sign the royal mating contract. You become my exclusive, live-in royal companion.

I will personally train your powers, I will give you the protection of the throne, and I will unleash my royal vanguard army to completely slaughter the Silverfang Pack that humiliated you.

But in return, you submit to our bond. You let me claim this tight, hyper-steamy body whenever I demand it."

​My breath hitched. The s****l tension in the room was a suffocating, explosive current.

My inner wolf was screaming at me to accept, desperate for his dominance, desperate to feel his massive c*ck filling the empty, throbbing ache in my p*ssy.

The thought of watching Derek and Tanya face total physical downfall at the hands of the King's army made my blood run hot with satisfaction.

​"An exclusive royal companion," I whispered, my voice steady despite the intense pleasure pulsing through my veins. "You mean a royal captive."

​"Call it whatever keeps you warm at night, little rogue," Kaelen smirked, his large hand sliding up my torso, aggressively squeezing my bare boob until my n****e hardened into a tight peak.

"But choose now, my patience is running thin, and my wolf is ready to rip these clothes off and claim you right now, contract or no contract."

​I stared up at the terrifying ruler of all packs. I was trapped beneath his massive body, completely at his mercy, yet a ruthless fire ignited inside my soul.

If I had to become his mate to destroy the people who broke me, I would do it on my own terms.

​"Give me the contract, "but don't think for a second that a piece of paper makes me your submissive little pet, Kaelen."

​"We will see how loud you scream that when I'm buried deep inside your tight p*ssy," Kaelen growled.

​He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a thick parchment stamped with the royal blood-seal and tossing it onto the mattress beside my head.

He released his tight grip on my body just enough for me to sit up.

I grabbed the pen, my hands trembling slightly from the sheer heat rolling off him, as I signed my name.

​The moment the ink dried, Kaelen snatched the parchment away and threw it across the room.

He didn't waste a single second. Before I could even draw a clean breath, his massive hands grabbed my ankles, dragging my body across the silk sheets until my hips were resting right at the edge of the mattress.

​"Time's up, Elena," Kaelen growled, his eyes darkening. He unbuckled his heavy trousers, freeing his massive, thick c*ck that throbbed heavily in the dim light.

​My heart hammered against my ribs, my p*ssy completely soaking wet, begging for the impact.

He stepped between my spread legs, gripping my waist with a force that would leave permanent bruises.

He didn't offer a soft word, a gentle touch, or a single warning. He aligned his thick head with my tight, dripping core, ready to ram his massive c*ck completely inside me.

​Suddenly, a loud, frantic pounding exploded against the heavy bedroom doors.

​"Your Majesty Open the door" a guard yelled from the hallway, his voice thick with sheer panic.

"The Silverfang Pack boundary has just been breached, but it isn't a rogue attack, Alpha Derek has brought a royal artifact, and he's demanding the immediate return of his runaway slave!"

​Kaelen froze, his massive c*ck rubbing right against the entrance of my soaking wet p*ssy. A low snarl ripped from his throat as he glared toward the door, his muscles locking in fury.

​I gasped, my heart stopping. Derek? How did he get a royal artifact, and what does he mean by slave?