The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

13. In the Middle of the Night

SKYLA.

I see its shadow loom in the tiny window, which is far too small for it to fit through. Heck, I just about

managed to fit! Thank god I’m not blessed with Mama’s curves or my ass wouldn’t have fitted through

that damn window and that snake would have had my ass for dinner. Can you just imagine me walking

around with my ass bitten off? I'll probably be dead soon after. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Silently I climb into the bathtub, shuddering at the thought. I can feel that chilling aura grow, and I can

hear its breathing outside. Silently I place my hand over Malevolent’s mouth, steadying my breathing as

I lie down in the bath, not wanting to be seen…

Go away…

I hear a distant, powerful growl that makes my heart soar. Is someone out there? I hear a hiss before

something huge slams into the side of the cottage, not once, but twice.

Fuck!

I flinch, praying the walls hold, and I’m about to run from the bathroom, but suddenly there’s silence.

Exhaling deeply, I wait for a few moments about to get up when I hear footsteps.

Human footsteps…

Control… I can feel my Lycan wanting to burst forward, but its anger won’t help. I can’t let anyone know

what I am… I close my eyes before the footsteps fade away and I quietly sit up. Glancing towards the

window, I slowly pad to the door and rush out to the main hall. Running to the front door, I quickly shut

it, locking it.

I need to block up the back window. I run my fingers through my hair, letting out a shaky breath.

I stare down at myself. It’s so cold I can feel it in my bones, and I can see the wound that I had gotten

when its fang had managed to scrape me is still bleeding. I frown, looking at the side of my breast that

isn’t seeming to heel. That’s where it’s fang got me…

“Meow?” Malevolent watches me.

“Oh it’s ok my little minion, it’s just a scratch… and we can’t tell Dad or he’ll be placing me in a bloody

cage made of gold or something.” I shiver, damn why do I feel so cold?

She jumps from my arm, nudging my ankles as she brushes against me.

I frown as I stagger to the kitchen to grab the first aid box. I’m exhausted. I drop onto the chair, opening

the box with shaking hands. Hopefully, it’s not poison. I apply some cleansing herbs, although the label

says it’s more for wolfsbane and silver. I clean away all the blood. Ah well, it’ll be fine. I place a square

bandage on the side of my breast when there’s a knock on the door, making me freeze.

Who the hell would be here at this time? Maybe it’s one of Prescott’s guards. I did hear that growl

earlier. My heart thuds trying to figure out a story as I rush to the bedroom and grab one of my satin

nightgowns. I put it on, tie the belt and spray a good amount of perfume on top to get rid of any

lingering smell of blood and head to the door, I pause glancing in the small mirror that hangs on the

wall and practice my most sleepy face.

Perfect.

I walk to the door and pull it open keeping my eyes half hooded as I look at the man standing there, all

fake sleep vanishes when they fly open staring sharply at none other than Royce, crouching on the

step, holding my phone that I must have dropped earlier.

“Skyla?” He says, clearly as shocked as I am. My heart thuds and I wonder what he’s doing here… I

get that Prescott was allied with the Shadow Wolves Pack but this place isn’t too far from his actual

pack grounds, it’s still his territory was it ok to be on it past midnight? “You live here…” Royce murmurs

as he stands up.

I don’t reply, making the mistake of looking him over the moment I realise he’s shirtless.

Oh, fuck me now… He has the hottest body I have ever fucking seen and trust me, I’ve seen a lot…

defined abs, a sharp cut V, tan sexy skin and every single ridge of his body is made to be devoured. I’d

happily lather him with whipped cream and lick him clean.

A familiar ache settles in my core and I find my gaze dipping to the front of those grey sweats that

match the colour of his stormy eyes… The very clear shape of his package tells me he isn’t wearing

any boxers underneath.

My gaze flicks up just in time to see his gaze lingering on my breasts. I wonder if he likes my pierced

nips… With just the thin green satin clinging to me; they are clearly emphasised. I smirk, but he looks

away, scanning the grounds. What is he looking for?

“Did you hear anything just now? There was something out here and I wasn’t too far… so I thought I’ll

check it out.” He says, crossing his arms, still holding my phone.

I shake my head, taking my phone from him and placing it on the table beside the door. “Nope, nothing.

I did hear some commotion, but I was fast asleep.” I lie,

“Oh?” He says, his eyes boring into me, and for a second, I wonder if I should have told the truth.

“Yeah.”

“Then you won’t mind me coming inside and taking a look around, because whatever I was chasing

vanished around here.”

“This is a little cottage. There’s nowhere anyone can hide. By any chance, are you insinuating I’m

hiding something?” I ask sharply.

“Not at all, but if you keep being stubborn, I might start to question why… Now let me come inside and

have a look around.” He persists.

“You don’t need to come inside unless, of course, you meant coming inside me, that I won’t mind.” I

smirk crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes, stepping forward, and looks down at me, leaning closer. His

scent fills my nose as his lips almost touch my ear and I welcome the heat of his body that shields me

from the cold outside…

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not interested.” He whispers in my ear before moving back and looking me in the

eyes.

Well, as long as he isn’t scanning the cottage… “Are you sure? No one will need to know.” I whisper,

running my nail down his chest.

“Don’t.” He growls, pinning my wrist against the wall behind me. I gasp at the sudden force, flinching as

pain shoots through my injury and I feel blood spreading across the bandage. His eyes widen slightly,

and he looks down at me. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m not.” I deny, narrowing my eyes.

He doesn’t bother replying as he yanks my gown off my shoulder, revealing my bandaged breast, but in

the process, the gown slips open fully, exposing me entirely to him.

His eyes widen, but it’s the flash of hunger that coats them as they blaze a brilliant blue that makes my

pussy clench, and the moment his eyes dip down, I smirk victoriously, my own eyes fixed on his

package as his dick hardens in his pants….