Defying the Lycan King-Chapter 51: Fûck Me

Derek drained the last of the whiskey from his glass, the burn of it sliding down his throat as the alcohol he had been steadily pouring into himself all night finally began to take proper hold. Leo snarled and prowled restlessly beneath his skin, the beast’s agitation clawing at him with no clear reason. It had been three days since the ugly scene with Lara and Milo, and Kira had still not left her room or spoken to a single soul. She had shut herself away completely, and Derek could not understand why the silence bothered him so much.

Because you need this marriage to look real enough for the people of Dravengard if you want to keep that throne in a few months, he reminded himself sharply. Yet the thought rang hollow. He hadn’t truly let his "wife" occupy his mind since the wedding night, yet over the last seventy-two hours, she had invaded his mind far more often than he cared to admit.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered if the unfamiliar tightness in his chest was guilt over what had happened recently. He shoved the feeling down hard. This marriage had never been an accident; he had a plan, and he intended to see it through and nothing more. He was only bothered because Nana would inevitably start prying again if the Queen remained a hermit.

He pushed open the door to his bedroom, already braced for another night of restless sleep. Derek could not remember the last time he had slept deeply. He shrugged off his suit jacket, fingers moving automatically over the buttons of his shirt as he crossed the room toward the adjoining door that separated his bedroom from Kira’s. He paused there, straining to catch even the smallest sound from the other side, but the silence was absolute. He lifted his hand to knock, exactly as he had done the previous two nights, then let it fall.

Leo let out a frustrated growl in his head as Derek turned toward the en suite shower. His beast had developed a baffling fixation on Kira’s spirit, and Derek wasn’t ready to unpack what that meant. He had only taken a few steps when a soft knock sounded on the adjoining door.

Derek paused, his shirt hanging half-open. "Come in."

The door swung open and Kira stepped inside, wrapped in a thin silk night robe that clung to every curve of her body. The warm lamplight caught the delicate fabric, rendering it almost translucent and revealing the soft outline of her form beneath. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click and lifted her gaze to meet his without flinching.

Leo howled with sudden, raw excitement as her familiar jasmine scent drifted across the room, sweet and warm and wrapping around Derek like a caress. Something tight in Derek’s chest loosened by a fraction as he stared at the woman standing before him. There was a defiant glint in her eyes, bold and challenging, and he found himself wondering exactly what she was playing at, coming to him at this hour.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberately casual, as though he had not spent the past three days fighting the urge to seek her out. "Have you finally decided to move into this room?"

"Fuck me," she said bluntly.

Derek froze, completely thrown. His fingers stilled on the final button of his shirt.

"You’re my husband," Kira continued, her voice steady. "It’s time you started doing what husbands do."

For the last three days, she had done something entirely unlike her: she had allowed herself to wallow. Growing up under the constant cruelty of her father and his new family, Kira had long ago learned to wrap herself in a bright, bubbly personality as a shield against the pain. But after the venom Lara had spat at her, the truth had finally sunk in; she truly was alone. Maybe her father had been right all along. Maybe she simply was not capable of being loved.

After three long days of that suffocating silence, Kira had decided she had had enough. She would not waste away waiting for affection that would never come. She would take control of her fate instead. Lifting her chin, she forced her racing pulse to steady. She needed this. Needed to fulfil the contract as quickly as possible. The sooner she gave Derek an heir, the sooner this farce of a marriage would end and she could disappear into the human territories where no one knew her name or carried any reason to hate her. She kept her expression calm, betraying none of the storm inside.

"We should be fulfilling the terms of the contract," she said evenly. "That is why I’m here."

"Is that what you want?" Derek asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register.

Just business, she told herself. Get it over with. Get pregnant. Get out.

"Yes," she replied, untying the belt of the robe and letting the silk slip from her shoulders. It pooled silently at her feet, leaving her completely naked before him. Cool air whispered across her heated skin, raising goosebumps over the swell of her breasts and down the soft plane of her stomach. She stood tall, her heart hammering against her ribs, waiting.

Derek’s gaze darkened until his pupils nearly swallowed the iris. His cock hardened instantly, thick and heavy, straining against the confines of his trousers. He drank in the sight of her; the gentle curve of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, the smooth, inviting skin between her thighs, and felt his beast surge violently forward inside him.

Mine, Leo snarled, claws raking against the cage of Derek’s ribs. Claim her. Fill her. Breed her. Mark her so deeply she never forgets who she belongs to.

He’s staring at me like he wants to devour me whole, Kira thought, a strange, forbidden thrill twisting through the nerves churning in her belly. I shouldn’t like the way his eyes go dark like that... but goddess help me, I do.

Derek squeezed his eyes shut, fighting for control, but it was futile. Something had been shifting inside him lately, and tonight his beast was louder than ever, pushing harder, demanding he stop holding back. Perhaps it was the whiskey. Perhaps it was her.

No emotions, just the contract, he reminded himself, but Leo didn’t care about contracts. It wanted her. It wanted to rut her until she was dripping with his seed and screaming his name. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Bed," he ordered, his voice rough and edged with raw, dangerous hunger. "On all fours."