The Lycan’s Surrogate

Do You Want Me To F*ck You?

“What in the world are you blabbering about, Your Majesty?” I confronted him, feigning respect while my frustration simmered beneath the surface. His words were a jumbled mess, impossible to ignore.

“You’re getting under my skin, Amara,” he seethed. He squeezed his eyes shut, his eyelids pressing together tightly. His fingers curled into a tight fist, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I shoved him aside, relishing the opportunity to taunt and ridicule him.

“Stay away from me, Magnus. Fear gripped me, its icy fingers tightening around my heart.” I heaved a heavy sigh as I poured my heart out to him. “I’ll snatch up a pregnancy test tomorrow, or maybe even today, just to end your relentless pursuit.” I winced, my fingers digging into my forehead, feeling the slight sting. Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with air, the oxygen rushing in and momentarily calming my racing thoughts.

“In my presence, Amara, fear should never dare to take hold of you.” He cautiously inched closer, eyes locked onto mine as if searching for a flicker of doubt. With every word that escaped his lips, he wove a web of persuasion, skillfully manipulating my thoughts, urging me to surrender to his convincing charm.

“Give me a damn moment to put on my clothes, and everything will be alright.” I deceitfully deceived him with a web of lies. After he shamelessly humiliated me in front of a crowd, I had no intention of engaging in intimate encounters with him.

“Do you honestly believe I would abandon you, even after catching you red-handed, attempting to squeeze into my prized beta fish’s wardrobe? And now, as the spotlight falls upon me, I am the one who watches you intently, locked in a forbidden pact.” His voice booms with authority, commanding attention and leaving no room for doubt. His game utterly defeats me, but that doesn't mean I will let him see my disappointment if he emerges victorious.

“Amara, come on. Just a brief and fleeting moment. I desperately crave your presence at this very moment.” He uttered his words in a calm, barely audible tone as if sharing a secret meant for only the most attentive His words cut through the air like a knife, carrying a heavy weight in the room.

The intensity in his eyes reveals a primal desire, as if a fire burns within him, urging him to give in to his carnal instincts. He exudes an aura of raw desire, a lustful energy that knows no bounds, leaving behind any semblance of loyalty in its wake.

I’m unsure if he’s engaging in this behavior out of a deep desire for parenthood or simply due to an overwhelming surge of primal instincts.

“Alright, let’s make it snappy,” I shot back at him. He approached the door with an almost reckless abandon.

“How about we take refuge in the secure sanctuary? This is specifically for every single woman in this pack!” I confronted him, my voice laced with determination, and he responded with a dismissive laugh as if my words were nothing more than a playful jest, despite the undeniable truth behind them.

“You dare to undress in front of my beta, and now you shall face the repercussions,” he retorted.

I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush of air fill my lungs as if preparing for an impending storm. The weight of the situation bore down on me, making it impossible to resist his relentless determination.

He will pursue his desires without any regard for others.

—

It was a wild and intense encounter filled with raw passion and desire. It proved challenging as our intended quick encounter unexpectedly transformed into an exhilarating two-round session of passionate intimacy. The pain in my legs is searing, making each step a torturous endeavor. I struggle to walk, my body trembling under his relentless force.

He exerted every ounce of effort to fertilize me, pouring his passion and desire into the act. I yearn for a swift conception as I grow weary of intimate encounters with a man who remains infatuated with his significant other.

“Amara, remember this warning: if you dare to defy the rules and orders again, prepare yourself for a scandalous spectacle. Picture this: you, caught in a passionate encounter, while the very same girls I once shared intimate moments with observe our every move. Don’t push me to the brink of anger.” He looked me dead in the eyes and issued a chilling warning. His anger is palpable as he storms out, fully dressed and ready to go.

“Do you not find it utterly foolish? What will unfold when I finally bring forth the child into this world, and Selene delicately extracts a sample of its DNA, poised to unveil the truth—”

“Amara, when it comes to me, she’s as clueless as a fish out of water. She becomes utterly foolish in my presence.” He rudely cut me off, not a moment's hesitation in his interruption.

I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, refreshing air. I wholeheartedly embrace his words, eager to shield myself from the relentless grip of overthinking.

“Enough with the incessant chatter,” he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain as if his sole passion in life revolved around carnal desires rather than the prospect of parenthood.

“Ugh . . .” I grumbled under my breath, still getting dressed when suddenly the door swung open. To my surprise, standing there was a woman with eyes as wide as saucers, her gaze fixed on the unexpected sight before her.

I’m quivering with terror . . .

“Oh, pray tell, Your Majesty, what is this sight before my eyes—”

“Do you want to get f**k by me for you not to tell Selene what you see?”