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Lycan and His Lover

“Reject me!” She begs. “Reject me now!” His eyes are on the pitiful girl who is on her knees, begging for rejection. Her desperate tone makes his heart ache. He will do anything for this woman. Kiss her, love her and kill anyone for her. But reject? “You are stuck with me, my dear,” his silky voice resonates in her ears. His handsome face leans close, his scarlet eyes locked into hers. “You are mine, Roseanne and I will burn down this world if you go away…” In the kingdom of Ezealyra where supernatural creatures rule over the humans, 18 year old Roseanne Vadimovna is a witch and a slave owned by the Lycan Royal Family. Ruled by the ruthless Lycans, Roseanne is forced to do their bidding until one day she was sold off to an auction for lecherous werewolves. And her world turns upside down when he comes to her life. Dmitri Daskov, the Lycan Duke of Sloria. Her master. Her mate. Elusive, sly and manipulative, Dmitri harbors a dangerous obsession for vengeance against his enemies. When his eyes set on Roseanne, he becomes her new master with a purpose in his mind. Scared by her new circumstances, Roseanne finds herself in a new land with no hope of the future. Yet, she finds herself drawn to the dangerous darkness lurking within Dmitri, a darkness which is about to plunge her into the depths of hell. What will happen when she finds out his true intentions? Can she redeem him? Or will she also drown in his darkness?

Tea_tae · Fantasy
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114 Chs

Confession (2)**

Dmitri gazes at her for a while. Slowly, he leans over to kiss her again, this time in a slow manner. He teases her tongue, tasting her sweet apple taste. Roseanne moans when he nibbles her lower lip and she kisses him back with an urgency.

Her Heat is starting to coarse through her body but unlike the other times, she welcomes it. His hands are slowly trailing downwards, playing with the ribbons on her dress. Pulling at the strings, he loosens her dress while his lips play with hers.

Roseanne feels his fingers undressing her but she is too dazed by the ecstatic kiss to care. Dmitri loosens her dress and lets it fall on the ground. He breaks off the kiss and picks her up in his arms. Roseanne blushes hard, embarrassed to be only in her chemise and undergarments but Dmitri nuzzles against her nose.

“Are you scared, my love?” he whispers.

“No,” Roseanne shakes her head. “I am fine.”