Lyra was so shocked at the sight of the Lycan King with his head between her legs that for a moment, she did nothing. It all seemed like a dream–a deeply disturbing one. Earlier, the king had been too disgusted to look at her, let alone touch her. What did he mean by this?
Her body jolted as Julian used his tongue to lick her entrance, the tip diving a little inside her. Supporting herself on one hand, she used the other to push his shoulder. “Stop!”
Her voice sounded weak and faraway, as if it didn’t belong to her. Instead of stopping, Julian bit the skin on the inside of her thigh. Lyra felt herself go dizzy as the scent she had sensed earlier after Devon rejected her filled her nostrils.
Her body recognised it, her wolf recognised it, and she did too, and as she quickly found out, it
