Lust on the Lycan King

st an incredibly realistic dream. But then she felt Wald's heavy arm draped across her bare stomach and his warm breath on the back of her neck. She smiled as she remembered al

ted with herself for being so weak and depraved, for letting herself get seduced, even for a single night of mind-blowing pleasure. She was a trained killer, not some blushing virgin swooning over a hot guy with an amazing body! As if on cue, flashes of Wald's impressive physique, his chiseled muscles rippling under tanned skin as he moved above her, bombarded Madison's senses. She squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails into her palms as she willed the sensual imagery away. She could still feel the ghostly imprint of his lips scorching her fevered skin, taste the earthy musk of his sweat, and hear the low rumble of his pleasure-soaked growls reverberating through her very core. No, she couldn't allow herself to be consumed by those kinds of dangerously distracting thoughts and memories. Already they were making her lose focus, her determination wavering like a sputtering candle flame threatening to extinguish in the face of temptation. She had to push those unbidden feelings aside and stay devoted to her mission - her sacred vow to get vengeance on the Lycan bloodline for massacring her family, no matter what delicious temptations tried to steer her off course. It was this cold, hard resolve that made Madison hurry through the shadowy halls back to her tiny personal room. Once inside, she wasted no time cleaning up and changing into a fresh maid uniform, smoothing the crisp fabric as she checked herself out in the cracked mirror. She looked like the picture of a hard-working, plain servant again - a look that would be crucial in the coming days when she accompanied Wald and his battalion to capture that backstabbing snake Prime Minister Douglas. The thought made her frown, her brow furrowing in consternation. How was she supposed to deal with this unexpected, complicated hurdle? Spending an extended period in close quarters with Wald while pursuing Douglas would be torturous, constantly testing the limits of her self-control. She had to find a way to get se