The Cursed Beta and the Lycan King

Chapter 5.

POVE of Anna

How long it takes us to get to the hotel is a mystery to me. I am trying to focus on my desires, but my mind is a muddle. I know it is the medication, but I can not help but find King Rollin attractive. But because of our standing, it seems inappropriate to have s*x with him. Even having Alpha blood is not sure it is enough. Regardless of whatever prestige my alpha bloodline confers, I am very convinced that being wolfless and a slave takes precedence. a

But I am aware that having s*x is the only way to get over the affects of the drug. It is must be better than getting r***d by Alan to have s*x with King Rollin. However, I find it strange how readily King Rollin consented to have s*x with me. Not that I really asked him to, but it appeared like he would gladly oblige. Presumably, he attended the party with the intention of having s*x with me; perhaps being high makes me an easy target. It is possible that he paid Alan to give me drugs, but my stronger opinion is that it has something to do with Andrea. She enjoys calling me a slut and trash talking me. And then I get an even worse idea. What if King Pollin and Andrea planned this together?

It is irrelevant at this rate. I have to get s*x or else the medicine would drive me crazy. I will address the repercussions thereafter. The reality remains that I was abused, and I must now address the issue, even if it means losing my virginity in a predictable manner. Although it is unlikely to happen, I have always thought I would give myself to my partner.

I still wish I could have chosen this. I was drugged and lost my freedom of choice.

As we drive, King Rollin massages my hair. I feel sparks shoot across my body with his touch. Goddess, this stuff does more for you than just make you look hot. Additionally, it tends to produce artificial sparks that resemble mate bonds. However, in order to sense the mate bond and locate your partner, you require a wolf. Since my wolf is latent, the medications must be the cause of this. I could never possibly be King Rollin's mate.

At last, we arrive at the hotel. King Rollin escorts me to his room without any delay. The intensity of the artificial heat grows until my entire body feels like it is on fire.

My body needs more because it senses that a man is touching me. He has to do more for me than just touch me. I must have s*x with him. Goddamn, how embarrassing. I really hope that tomorrow I remember none of this, or else I will wake up thinking I have had the weirdest dream ever.

When we go to King Rollin's room, he throws me into the bed and takes my clothing off. I had to show by my clothes that I am not of his status, and he noticed me bringing food. The Lycan King, nevertheless, seems to be focusing all of his passion on me as he looks at me. I may be what he wants right now, but tomorrow I will not be. Even if he is benefiting from the scenario, my pody is too engrossed in the pretend romance to notice.

"You are wet, f**k off." King Rollin remarks, parting my legs with a moan. From my artificial heat, I am pretty sure he can smell my lust. With his hands trailing up between my legs and his eyes wide with longing, King Rollin makes me tremble in anticipation of his touch. "Little Wolf, you are stunning."

I am not beautiful, so hearing him say such a kind thing in a vulnerable situation makes me want him even more.

Goddess, I do not know what this medicine is doing to me, or maybe it is King Rollin. No, the medications must be the cause. I do not have my wolf, so he could not have affected me in this way unless he was my mate.

I can no longer stand it when King Rollin moves away from the bed to take off his clothes. I find my c**t by sliding my hand between my legs, and then I start to stroke it. I need this heat to go away. King Rollin is taking way too long to address it, despite how serious it is. Sincerely, I had assumed that he would have had me already, but for some reason, he is taking his sweet time. As pleasure begins to rise, I stroke my c**t and can not stop the moans that come out of my mouth.

When King Rollin looks at me, I nearly stop rubbing myself. But I am too engrossed in the pleasure of it. My hot body is feeling a little less pressure.

"Little Wolf, I did not say you could touch yourself." Now completely nude, King Rollin declares as he approaches the bed.

As I continue to stroke my c**t, I frantically respond, "I need relief." I am chasing the pleasure that is growing between my legs. a

"That is right, but only with your hands—not mine." He asserts loudly that aI whimper, almost releasing my grip when she takes my hand from between my legs. My body is aching for release, but I know it will take more than one orgasm to satisfy me. release, something I am certain only King Rollin can provide. This cannot be happening, goddess. Even while I would like to think this is a bad dream, I know it is not.

Perhaps it will not be a nightmare. We will see what kind of fun King Rollin can provide.

King Rollin does not take long to swap out my hand for his tongue. His tongue licks and sucks my c**t, intensifying the already painful area.

Yes, his tongue is far superior to mine. King Rollin's hands find my n*****s at my breast and he starts to play with them. Oh my goodness, this is very, really good. It should not be this pleasant. I am not sure if this is how s*x always feels or if it is just the drug's affects. I have heard that having s*x during a she-wolf heat is incredibly enjoyable, but I have never experienced one myself, so I can not speak to the veracity of this. King Rollin is playing my body like a finely tuned instrument, and it is hard not to enjoy the waves of pleasure he is sending through my body.

As his tongue licks, suckers, and even nibbles my c**t lightly between his teen, I start thrashing my hips against his lips. The entire time his hands are fiddling with his n*****s. I feel like I am about to have an orgasm, and the feelings push me over the edge. My body trembles from the intensity of my orgasm; it is all too much.

Without any delay, King Rollin positions his comparatively enormous c**k towards my entranee. "Are you a virgin?" He asks, and I nod, struggling to find the right words. "After that, I will try to be as gently as I can, but I can not guarantee you will not have pain the next day.

With his final words, he bursts through my barrier and plunges fully inside of me. I start to cry from the agony as King Rollin starts to emerge from me. Pain quickly gives way to pleasure as the Lycan King's lips slides over my n*****s, carefully sucking and kissing each one. He enters and exits me slowly at first, then picks up speed. My body is slowly relaxing as I lose myself in the pain and pleasure, knowing that I am giving it the relief it needs to stop using the narcotic. King Rollin nips lightly at my neck after moving his tongue from my n*****s. I swear at one point that he was going to mark me, but I know it is all in my head because I am obviously high on drugs. The medicine is, after all, simulating the sparks that a partner would provide. I am aware that Alan and I did not have any sparks, but maybe the medicine was not taking effect at the time. I am having s*x with the Lycan King and enjoying it, so it does not matter right now.

King Rollin begins to accelerate towards me and nearly collides with me. Thank you very much for being so gentle—not that my body is concerned about it right now.

As King Rollin fills me with his c**k and satisfies my body's craving to be used, everything becomes electrified. Deep within me, King Rollin growls in release. He rapidly withdraws from me, leaving me content but empty-handed.

Before the affects of the drug wear off, King Rollin satisfies each wave of heat as the rest of the night goes by in a blur. My eyelids feel heavy, and my body feels so exhausted from all the s*x. This is not a place I can sleep. I had to get out of bed, but I can not seem to will myself out of King Rollin's annals. Not to add that I am at a loss for where my clothing are.