My Second Chance Lycan King

CHAPTER 6: HIS ADDICTIVE RITUAL

AVA'S POV:

I didn't know how but I was on the bed in the next moment, clothes gone and my thighs parted just like he'd commanded. I'd never been the brave type, usually always shy, but something about King Draven's dominance excited my wolf.

It made me want to do anything he wanted, even if it meant going on all fours like a damn puppy.

I felt my cheeks flush as his hot gaze roamed over my naked body. He was so confident, so sure of himself, and it both excited and intimidated me. But I didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts as his fingers brushed over my folds, eliciting a gasp from my lips.

My body trembled as he teased my entrance, his fingers playing with my folds. The pleasure he was giving me was intense, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

I moaned his name as he finally pushed a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

I writhed under his touch, feeling myself getting closer and closer to release. But just as I was about to fall over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me wanting and frustrated.

I opened my eyes to see him watching me, a smirk on his lips.

"Patience, my little wolf," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to savor every moment with you."

"Just fuck me already..." I cried out in frustration.

King Draven chuckled darkly, obviously enjoying my misery. Rather than satiate my desperation, he only circled the bed like a predator watching its prey, stalking my every move with his hungry gaze.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He asked.

I nodded eagerly, my body yearning for more than just a touch. Goddess, I wanted him to rip me apart for even a drop of pleasure. He leaned down and captured my lips in a fiery kiss, his tongue dominating mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he trailed his fingers down my body, pausing at my nipples to give them a gentle pinch before continuing his descent.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Ava. I want to mark every part of you. Your lips. Your neck. Your nipples. Your ass. They're all mine. Do you understand? All of it."

He finally reached my core with his mouth and I felt him hesitate for a moment before diving in, like he was taking his time to admire all that was bare to him.

His tongue flicked over my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't help but cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to eat me out. He lapped up my juices like a starving man, feverish with a need of his own.

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body writhing under his skilled tongue. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me wide. I screamed as he hit my sweet spot, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

King Draven pulled back, watching as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Once I had calmed down, he crawled up the bed, his hard length pressing against my thigh.

"Are you ready, my little wolf?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire.

I nodded, my body begging for him. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me.

He felt even bigger than the last time. Fuck! The feeling of him inside me was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but scream out as he began to move. He set a rhythm, his hips pounding into mine as I matched his every thrust.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I arched my back, my hands clutching at the sheets beneath me. He began to move, thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that had me crying out in ecstasy.

"God, Ava," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me harder and harder. "You feel so fucking good."

I couldn't form words, my mind consumed by the pleasure coursing through my body. All I could do was cling to him as he took me higher and higher, until I was teetering on the edge of bliss.

He was relentless, hungry, wild like an untamed beast as he hammered into me. My moans could not be contained. Nothing I'd ever felt has been like this. Absolutely nothing could compare to the pleasure that held me captive to this addictive man.

We moved together in a frenzy of passion, both of us consumed by the heat of the moment. I was gasping, out of breath, but goddess, I didn't want him to stop.

When my climax climbed up my spine like a demonic shiver, I finally understood – I now knew why all those women were addicted to a man like him, why they'd sell their souls just to have him breathe on them.

King Draven was sin wrapped up in the body of a beast, and for the next three days, I'd be his perfect toy – a prey in a lion's den.

An unrecognizable sound tore from my throat once it hit, right on the spot, and I came, and came, and came till all I saw were stars and those devilish blue eyes.

As I lay there, panting and trying to catch my breath, King Draven leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle against mine.

"Good girl," he whispered, pulling back to look into my eyes. "You're going to do great tonight as my negotiator with the human president."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I had forgotten all about our upcoming meeting with the human president. I had been so consumed by our passion that I had pushed everything else aside. He was right, his ritual worked wonders.

But now, as I lay there in his arms, I felt a newfound sense of purpose. I was going to represent King Draven and the werewolf community with pride and confidence.

And I was going to do it with the knowledge that I had pleased him, that I had given him everything he wanted and more. Because in that moment, nothing else mattered except for the man lying next to me, and the passion we shared.

I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of belonging that I had never felt before. I was his little wolf, his toy, his negotiator, and I wouldn't have it any other way.