▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
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"Fuuuck!" I screamed, startling myself awake.
The dark duvet was bunched and twisted haphazardly around my waist. I sat up and shivered as my stiff nipples grazed against the material of my cream-coloured, thin strap night gown. My skin felt flushed and clammy and while I shifted around, the dampness of my underwear flustered me.
"Relax yourself, Lenna, it was just a dream," I muttered, trying to forget the disturbing images.
Before I could even gather my wits properly, my chamber doors burst open, banging against the stone wall. In rushed Edric and Eginhard, their brows creased.
No doubt my scream had woken them.
Gulping, my eyes widened as I stared at their sleepy faces, their dark hair tousled, each wearing only a pair of long, dark-coloured silk pants. Edric's long hair in particular was very dishevelled, and he ran his hand through it so that it did not fall in his face.
Tearing my gaze away from their bare muscled torsos, I quickly shot a glance towards the window. The darkness outside indicated that there was still some time before we needed to rise.
"Are you alright?" Eginhard asked, concern etched on his handsome face.
Suddenly turning to face him, Edric growled, his voice low as his nostrils flared, "She's clearly fine, now get out!"
"But Lenna–" he started to argue.
"I said out!" the Lycan King enforced through a hissed whisper.
Eginhard gave me a look that said 'I tried' before he shook his head and grumbled his defeat as he left, closing the door behind him.
Licking my lips nervously, I grabbed the sheets and pulled them closer to my body. Edric slowly walked towards my bed, my eyes drawn to the way his muscles rippled, almost hypnotising me with every step he took.
"What were you dreaming about?" Edric asked, his hands clenching at his sides.
"Who says I was dreaming?" I deflected, while gripping the duvet even tighter.
Stepping closer, he said, "From the way you screamed..."
It had been over a week since Edric had shifted for me by the lake.
Almost every night since then, I had been having the most erotic fantasies about the Lycan King. Needless to say, during the day while I tried to study, I often found my mind drifting, thinking the most impure thoughts.
It was hard to erase the view of his naked body from my mind. The way he stood in front of the lake, the night air blowing through his long hair. The image, I feared, would forever be engrained within my memory.
"Lenna..." Edric's voice broke through my reverie as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry, it was just a silly dream, I can barely remember it now," I lied.
