Sold To The Lycan King

Satisfying My Master's Desires

Emily's POV

I was going to bed when it became late in the evening. Ever since I was brought here, I had been gazing at this exquisite room. A loud bang on the door startled me out of sleep as I was resting my head on the pillow. Who might that be?

Even if it was a maid banging on the door, I knew I had to get it open. All I was, was a bought person.

Ava was in the doorway, grinning shyly as I creaked the door.

I blurted, "Come in quick," as I was distracted. Suddenly, the worry of finding out who was present vanished.

"E-mi-ly, is that your name?" As we made our way to the bed, she inquired.

"Y---" I tripped and we both heard the sound of the door opening.

Who else was there?

Silently, we turned to face the door, and I gasped as my eyes widened to see Magnus standing there, as if he were waiting for me to open it.

I bent my head slowly, but Ava did not. She ignored my prodding and continued to fiddle with my ears.

"I'll see you by dawn, little bird," she bowed her head and said in a whisper. Magnus and I were the only people in the room, so it was tight when she gave me a smack on the behind and left.

Head still bowed, I looked in that direction as the door slammed shut. I slowly raised my head as I felt his presence drawing near to me, and he extended his hand to shake mine.

He showed me where the bed was and we took a seat. That motion stood in sharp contrast to his irrational facial expression.

"Do you know your work here in this pack?"

My heart started pounding more quickly than it had before he asked. I made an effort to speak up, but my voice was too quiet. He seemed impatient with me, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and stammered again. I dared not look into his face because I could be consumed by it.

Then, with a menacing whisper, he said, "Get off your clothes."

I looked at his face for a moment, my heart stopping. Although it sounded calm, there was an air of authority in his whispers.

When I felt like I was going against his wishes, I lowered my gaze, but I remained silent.

His eyes were the source of the red light that I immediately noticed in the room. Before he could rip me to bits, I managed to find my voice swiftly.

"I-I ne...never will." I replied while attempting to back off. Right now, all I wanted was to be far away from him because I could see the cruelty in his eyes.

I realized I had fallen into a worse situation after responding in that way, but I couldn't help but moan as I climbed on the bed and let out some heavy sighs.

He suddenly sprang at me, ripping my garments apart and pinning me to the bed. I screamed loudly, but he touched his lips with a finger, signaling that I remained silent.

Has anyone ever defied authority?

He pulled off his clothing and swiftly jumped up on the bed. I wanted to close my eyes to block out the enormous d**k growing out of his legs, but would that really help me at this point?

I let out a slow whimper and he came closer to me in bed. I understood there wasn't much I could do about it. Not even a temporary fix would come from yells.

I made a self-promise to only give my virginity to my mate, but now that I know I'm going to lose it to a stranger who bought me out, it stings.

I closed my eyes, feeling chills prick my flesh. I let out a terrible moan as he sank his teeth deep into my v****a, barely pausing for two seconds.

I've heard stories about ladies who felt pleasure after a few hours of having s*x during their first round of i*********e. It would begin with pain and progress to pleasure. But suddenly pain was all I felt. Everywhere on my body hurts.

He gasped with delight as he saw the tears freely run from my eyes as he inserted his d**k, flesh beginning to slam against flesh.

Just when I thought it couldn't be much worse, he flipped me over so he could more easily access my hole, stroking his cap on my clit and then putting the massive d**k back in.

I felt my strength beginning to fade. My body was about to give out and my eyes started to become weak. Even though I was no longer myself, he continued pushing in without even taking that into account.

When my eyes were about to close, the door burst open and someone appeared.

"Stop!" A person yelled.

I couldn't fully discern the voice, but I knew it wasn't that of a young man. Probably a father or an older individual, although the voice was not young.

Magnus thrust in and out three more times before getting up, changing into his clothing, and striding angrily out of the room. Before the door slammed shut, everything went dark, and that was all I recalled.

Sudden and repeated knocks shook me out of my daydream, and I sat up in bed, unconsciously scrambling towards the door to open it.

I opened the door, and there was Ava. She gave me a radiant grin and a wink. It appeared as though she was either unaware of what had occurred to me or was just being callous. I was curious to know her identity, though.

"Come here, sexy fool." After saying that, she drew me out of the doorway and guided me to her next stop.

She made a steady creaking sound with the door as we stood by the doorway. The sight of a man seated in an official chair made my heart leap.

"This location is authorized. How come you brought me here? Does Magnus have a..." Heart pounding, I asked, but she shrugged me off.

"Then...." Turning my back on the man in the room, I snapped back, "Who's that?"

"My father."

"Wow," I exclaimed, minimizing the tension with a laugh. "So old."

"Stop talking. She began, "He's..." before dropping her voice to a whisper, "the father of the pack."

"What does that mean?" With worry on my countenance, I inquired.

I nodded slowly, not understanding anything, but she pointed at the signs that were written all over the room's walls.

She swiftly covered up the identical sign that I saw on her neck as I turned to face her again.

"You're his...daughter?" She nodded her head cautiously when I asked.

I sank to my feet, submitting to her now that I knew who she really was. She was the daughter of the Alpha's father, a highly esteemed member of the pack.

I believed her even if Magnus didn't resemble the man seated there.

She helped me up, laughing softly as she ran her fingers through my hair. After guiding me to the room, she left me and went back to her own room.

As I bowed to the elderly man, I felt a little shudder.

He remained silent for what seemed like a generation. Now, he expressed himself as a question.

"Are you sure you will be able to survive this place?"