Chapter 2 The Mark Of The Lycan King

• Seraphina’s POV
• The rage potion coursed through my body, and I groaned in pain.
• I had lost my mind, feeling as if every drop of blood in my veins was on fire.
• So hot.
• So painful.
• I ran barefoot through the cold, rugged forest, sharp stones and broken branches cutting my feet, but I felt no pain.
• The only thing I could feel was the evil, lustful breath of the two rogues behind me, getting closer and closer.
• “Damn it!”
• “Chase her! Don’t let her escape!”
• Their voices were filled with wicked desire, making me sick.
• I couldn’t let them catch me, not even in death!
• I didn’t know where I was, only that it wasn’t part of the Sterling Pack.
• There was a strong, unfamiliar scent in the air, carrying a terrifying pressure.
• This made me even more scared.
• Just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, the foul smell behind me nearly brushing my back,
• “Awoo,”
• A powerful wolf’s howl suddenly tore through the night sky.
• The sound carried the aura of a king, absolute dominance radiating from it, making the entire forest tremble.
• The two rogues chasing me stiffened, stopping in their tracks.
• For the first time, fear appeared in their eyes.
• Then, a white lightning bolt shot out from the depths of the dense forest!
• It was a wolf.
• A wolf I had never seen before, so huge that it took my breath away.
• Its size was nearly twice that of an ordinary werewolf, its snowy white fur shimmering with silver light in the cold moonlight, pure and majestic.
• Its golden vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, exuding the arrogance of a king. One glance was enough to make the two rogues tremble in fear.
• “It’s… it’s… the Lycan King…”
• Before one of the rogues could finish his sentence, the white wolf moved.
• Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur.
• I heard two piercing screams, followed by the horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart and bones crushed.
• Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining its white fur and the surrounding grass red.
• The two rogues, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, were powerless against it, torn to pieces in an instant.
• The thick smell of blood filled the air, churning in my stomach.
• The white wolf slowly turned, its golden eyes falling on me.
• It came toward me, step by step, with a steady pace.
• Surprisingly, I didn’t feel scared.
• From it emanated an incredibly pure and powerful scent.
• That scent instantly struck my chaotic soul.
• The raging potion inside me seemed to find an outlet, becoming even more frantic.
• I wanted him.
• I needed him.
• Under my gaze, the huge white wolf’s body began to change.
• Bones cracked, muscles reshaped visibly, and the snow-white fur gradually faded, revealing human skin.
• In seconds, the majestic wolf became a naked man.
• It was him.
• Damien Volkov.
• The Alpha of the Volkov Pack, above all werewolf tribes, the man known as the “Lycan King.”
• Moonlight outlined his perfect, powerful body, well-defined muscles and blocky abs extending gracefully into a narrow waist…
• Full of primitive, explosive beauty.
• He walked toward me, each step echoing in my chest like a heartbeat.I could see a strange light flickering in his gray-gold eyes.
• His stoic gaze held a hint of surprise.
• I squinted, sweat dripping down my forehead, my rosy lips bitten tightly, almost bleeding.
• The heat inside me had reached its peak.
• He crouched in front of me, his deep eyes terrifyingly profound.
• I couldn’t hold back anymore.
• I reached out, grabbing his strong arm tightly.
• “Save… me.”
• My consciousness blurred, leaving only the most primal instinct.
• Damien's eyes darkened with lust as his gaze raked over every inch of my body.
• I could feel it as sure as a touch and it sent shivers cascading down my spine.
• My body was already softening for him; my nipples chafed against the fabric of my bra, my core already slick with the evidence of my arousal.
• I was certain he could smell just how much I wanted him.
• “Damien…”
• “I’m so hot…”
• “I can’t take it anymore…”
• “Can you help me, please?”
• My cheeks burned a bright red from how desperate I sounded.
• Mercifully, his hands resumed their descent down my back until they wrapped around my waist.
• Bending slowly, surely, he whispered in my ear: "Tell me you won't regret this."
• I shook my head, murmuring repeatedly, “I won’t regret… I want you in me. Please–”
• He cut me off with a kiss so fierce, so scorching that I almost evaporated on the spot.
• All thoughts of Aiden and his vile witch flew out my head, replaced by raging want.
• I grabbed at the soft hair coating the back of his neck and let him plunder my mouth.
• Damien was like a warlord on a raid: taking without mercy.
• His tongue intertwined with mine in a dirty, desperate dance that had my core slick with heat.
• "How?" He breathed against my lips, chest rising and falling erratically, features twisted into a harsh scowl.
• "How the fuck do you taste better than you look?"
• "I... I don't know?" I floundered.
• His hardness poked against my stomach, hot and heavy and present.
• If I didn't get him inside me soon, I was going to lose my mind.
• "Those men tried to touch you, tried to take what's mine." He sounded murderous.
• "And you're mine, aren't you, princess?" He murmured before taking my earlobe in his mouth and sucked gently.
• My legs turned to jelly even as I managed a nod.
• "I wanna hear you say it."
• The tree bark pressed against my back almost painfully, somehow serving to highten the pleasure his demand created.
• "I'm yours, Damien. Only yours."
• "Good."
• With a satisfied smile, he gently guided me down to the grass until he was on top of me, a knee wedged in between my spread legs.
• "You're so beautiful, Seraphina. So beautiful."
• He whispered and I glowed under the weight of his praise.
• His lips traced an invisible line down to my breasts and his tongue peeked out to tease my cloth-covered nipple.
• "Damien!" I keened, head tossed back, eyes closed in pleasure.
• " I don't know if I can take this anymore!" I wailed, head thrashing from side to side.
• It felt like there was a direct hotline to my aching flesh.
• My core clenched, painfully empty, begging to be filled by the erection rubbing against my panties.
• He ripped the rest of my dress off and attacked my panties, pulling them to the side.
• "Ah, there she is. You've got such a pretty pussy, Princess."
• He blew on my swollen nub before taking me by surprise and delivering a sharp slap to it.
• My cry quickly transitioned into a whimper as the pain morphed into unimaginable pleasure.
• He slapped it again and again, all the while watching my reaction with glittering eyes. The dichotomy of sensations flooding my body almost had me losing my mind.
• Tears streaked down my face even as I leaned into his touch.
• "Such a greedy cunt. I can't wait to come all over it." His proclamation was followed by a long lick from my clit down to my core.
• "You're gonna take everything I've got to give. You know why?" He waited until I gave a small shake of my head.
• "Because you're my good girl. And good girls get rewarded."
• My hips jerked and he flashed me a wolfish smile before proceeding to go to town on me.
• Damien devoured me like I was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and judging from the sounds he made, maybe I was.
• "Damien, I'm so close!"
• My legs were quaking as I relentlessly chased my release but Damien was having none of that.
• With one last lick, he got up off of me. My core mourned the loss of his mouth. However, before I could complain, he'd already pulled out his hard cock, positioned himself right at my entrance and slammed hard into me.
• We both groaned into the night at the contact. He was so big, so hard.
• I worked hard to accommodate his length and girth until the initial discomfort disappeared and all that was left was mind- numbing pleasure.
• "Yeah, that it's it. Milk my cock with your tight, pretty pussy, baby."
• Sweat dripped down his furrowed brow and onto my nose as he thrust shallowly. I clenched around him in response, leading him to swear loud and long.
• Damien set a brutal rhythm and pounded into me with fast, deep strokes that had me seeing stars.
• "Damien!" I screamed as my body convulsed, waves and waves of pleasure washing over me.
• It was almost too much to bear.
• My legs trembled, my back arched almost painfully and all I could do was feel.
• "Fuck! Fuck, Seraphina! You're gonna be the death of me!"
• Damien grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic and less controlled.
• After three more thrusts, he was right there with me, stilling with a low moan as he spilled his hot seed into me.
• Collapsing on top of me, he kissed my brow before rolling over and taking me with him.
• "Sleep, Princess." He murmured like we hadn't just fucked in through dirt like animals.
• Strangely enough, My eyes began to grow heavy.
• I felt safe with Damien more than I'd ever had with Aiden.
• And I didn't know what to make of that.