The Lycan King’s Breeder

“Yes… gods, yes I do. Please take me, my king. Make me yours!”

She sounded so breathless and sexy that I had to close my eyes and breathe hard. This was just icing on the cake and to reward her, I took off her jeans and moved my mouth to the front of her black lace panties.

She was suspiciously quiet and I didn’t like that. I looked up and caught her with her lips pulled between her teeth, keeping her mouth shut and holding back all of the noise that I so desperately wanted to hear.

“Stop biting your lips,” I ordered. “If something feels good, I want you to tell me.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Another desperate whimper left my mate’s lips.

“Answer me, Willow.”

“Yes Talon,” She said quickly, and then moaned as I slowly removed the last of her clothing, leaving her completely bare.

“F*ck!” she cursed as a steady stream of pleasured noises left her swollen pink lips.

When I opened my eyes to peer up at Willow, her eyes were clenched shut tightly.

“Look at me, my love,” I demanded, and she cried out and forced her eyes open, looking down at where my mouth was attached to her sensitive folds.

“Oh yes,” Willow gasped as I continued my ministrations on her slicked womanhood.

“F*ck me.” I pulled off of her quickly and she whimpered but didn’t back down. “Gods, Talon, I need you to f*ck me. Please.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” This seemed to be a challenge for Willow, but she tried her best.

“I want you to… to kiss me, and then take me hard…”

I didn’t need to let her finish. An animalistic instinct took over me as I grabbed her roughly by the waist and dragged her lower half towards me.

“Your wish is my command,” I growled into her ear. My inner wolf wanted so desperately to mark and claim our mate all over again.

Without further ado, I rid myself of my constricting pants, along with my underwear, freeing my erection from its constraints, and positioned myself in front of her entrance.

“You ready?” I asked pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Yes please… yes.” Willow moaned not breaking eye contact.

In one unrestrained movement, I thrust into my mate. Her body jerked with force as she let out a loud cry. I didn’t let her recover as I pulled out completely, thrusting straight back into the hilt, my hips slapping against hers again and again and again.

It didn’t matter how many times we did this, the feeling of being inside her was still as mind-blowing as it was back then. She was so fucking tight and warm and every time I would slam into her and hit that spot that only I knew how to find, she would let out sounds that we were nothing if not downright sinful. Willow’s thighs were red with how hard I was gripping them, and I was sure that in the morning, there would be five finger-shaped bruises on each leg.

“Talon… oh gods, yes,” Willow moaned, like a twisted prayer that only made me groan, letting go of her reddened thighs to lean over her, hands fisting her hair to pull her mouth to mine.

She cried out into my mouth, her own hand clawing and scratching, tugging my hair and anything she could grab onto. She kept crying out my name, seemingly unable to form any other coherent thoughts.

Her walls began to clench in a way that I knew meant that she was close.

“Are you cumin’ my love?” I panted.

Willow was unable to answer with anything more than a squeeze of my biceps. Her mouth hung open, her breath uneven and erratic as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“No, babe, look at me,” I groaned huskily as I delivered a particularly hard thrust into her, no doubt hitting her sweet spot as she moaned loudly, digging her nails into my arms.

“Let me see you when you c*m. I want to see you,” I whimpered, getting closer to the edge myself. My hands turned her face to look at me.

Gods! She was so fucking beautiful…

“Fuck, fuck, Talon I’m c*min’… I-I’m c*min’!” Willow cried out, her back arching as she came.

Slick traveled down her folds staining the mattress below as I continued to ram hard into her, chasing my own orgasm.

Seeing Willow’s face contort with such ecstasy was what tipped me over the edge. My mind went blank as I came, spilling my seed inside of her.

She was the woman that I loved with everything I had.

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Chapter 3: Talon’s POV

Willow let out a quiet sigh as I collapsed on top of her. Our sweaty chests pressed together tightly. She let out a breathy laugh, almost sounding dazed.

My body was still buzzing but exhausted. A satisfied smile crept onto my face as I pressed my lips to her collarbone. She responded by carding her fingers through my hair. I felt her lips press against my forehead, the action so tender and gentle that I shivered.

We lay there for a moment, just basking in the afterglow until I was sure willow was probably struggling to breathe with the weight of my body on top of hers. Pulling my body up, I chuckled when Willow’s face twisted into a discontented pout, her bruised lips pressing together tightly.

“We should get you cleaned up,” I said slowly, glancing down at where my lower half was still joined with hers, I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight, so incredibly erotic that I felt blood begin to traverse downwards, but I was already spent. I pulled out, earning a small whimper from my mate.

When I tried to pull myself further off, Willow shook her head and grumbled something unintelligible, her arms tugging me back down on top of her. I laughed, enjoying her neediness and pressing a few pecks to her chest and hickey-covered neck.

“Well okay, not yet then.”

We lay there in silence, giving me time to think about what had happened just moments before we had s*x, regret sobering me up completely.

“I’m sorry I ruined the wall, I was just really frustrated,” I said glancing at the now very obvious hole in the wall beside the king-sized bed.

“I won’t say it’s fine because I never want you to hurt yourself that way again but I understand you getting frustrated,” Willow said, looking at me with a gentle expression on her face.

It wasn’t right of me to worry her like that.

“I wouldn’t want you to worry about me too, I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me, my moon?” I smiled at how her cheeks flushed at the pet name.

My Willow was perfect.

“You’re forgiven… but we still need to talk about it, Talon. You know I wouldn’t suggest it if there was any other option, it’s not like I’m thrilled with the idea of you breeding with someone else… but we’re running out of time my love,” Willow said, turning her naked body towards me to cup my face.

“Look, I know we don’t have another option, and I’ll agree that that’s what we have to do, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it… you have to understand that.” I groaned, leaning close into her warm hands.

“I know baby,” Willow said offering a sympathetic smile. “But we have to do this. She just has to bear us a child and that’s all.”

I groaned loudly, knowing there really was no other way. I had to defile my bonding with my mate. Was it still considered defiling when your mate suggests and supports it? I had to speak to someone about this.

“Fine… but I have to speak to Greg about this. He’s my beta after all. His opinion matters.” I huffed out, running my hands through Willow’s naked backside.

“That’s an all right baby.” She grinned, suddenly moving her body to sit on top of mine, straddling me. “So my king…” She drawled, “… Ready for round two?”

Oh, I was. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

After we were done with our moment, I left our room in search of Greg, my assistant.

The leaves crunched underneath my feet as I walked toward my beta’s home. Children filled the area, running and playing around, some even running toward me to try to get me to participate in their games. I indulged, chasing the little children who squirreled around happily and ran to their parents.

My people were the only ones privileged to see this side of me. Other wolves and humans, only considered me a monster. This was why they needed me to give them an heir so they would be assured of continuity in the peace I gave them.

“Greetings my King!” Someone called out in greeting from across the road. I waved back at the man whose mate was scolding a couple of children with mud-covered clothes.

I turned the corner and ran straight into a young wolf whom I recognized as one of the members of the patrol guards.

“Oh, my King… I am so sorry. I was just coming to see you. We have a problem.” The young girl bowed her head in respect.

I nodded and gestured a sign for her to speak.

“We’ve had a few sightings of rogue wolves getting pretty close to our border. The patrol team thinks it’s bad news,” She said quietly, being cautious of the pack members passing by.

“It is bad news.” I sighed, rubbing my palm against my face. “I’ll call a meeting with the leader of your team to talk about this later. Right now I have somewhere else to be.”

We couldn’t talk about this here, not with the possibility of someone else hearing us. It would create a tidal wave of panic to wash over the pack. Rogues weren’t supposed to get close to our borders. The last rogue attack we had hadn’t ended well, we had lost a lot of good people but the enemy learned never to mess with me.

“Yes, my king.” The young soldier bowed and dismissed herself. She walked in the opposite direction and I took the other.

It didn’t take long for me to get to Greg’s home after that. He must have felt my presence because he opened the door before I even had the chance of knocking.

“Glad to see you were expecting me,” I teased, smiling broadly.

“Oh fuck off.” Greg groaned, rolling his eyes.

Apart from being my beta and right hand, Greg was also my best friend. We’d been best friends since we were born. We were just two little pups who did everything together growing up. It was honestly no surprise to the kingdom when I chose Greg as my beta on my ascension ceremony. It was a choice both our parents knew I’d make right from the beginning.

“Where’s Cassie and the pups?” I asked, referring to his mate and children.

“They’re out training.”

“Aren’t they too young to be training?” I asked with an amused huff.

“Don’t let Cassie hear you say that. Last night, Nathan completed his transformation, and can you believe the pup took after his mother’s brown fur?” My beta scoffed, causing me to laugh at his childish antics.

“I’m not even joking Talon, he’s a brown wolf. And now Ethan is stressing us out because he can’t seem to get the hang of transforming as quickly as his brother did.”

“They’re pups, they’ll grow out of it.” I tried to console my stressed-out friend.

Everyone in the pack knew how stressful pups could be, especially Greg’s twin pups, Ethan and Nathan. Those boys were little devils.

“I hope they do. And I hope when Ethan does transform, he’ll have red fur like his amazing father,” Greg said smugly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his antics.

A few seconds of silence passed and I let out why I had come.

“We have to talk,” I said releasing a deep breath. Greg could tell it was serious because right after I said that, he opened the door to his home and lead me in. Once we were seated I buried my face into my palms.

“It’s about Willow, isn’t it?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“She wants us to get a breeder, she thinks it’s the only way to get what we want.” I groaned into my palms.

“That’s messed up… but honestly Talon, I don’t think she’s wrong,” Greg said with a sigh. “You have to have noticed that people are starting to talk. The elders are getting worried.”

“What the hell are they getting worried for? I’m twenty-five!” I yelled out in frustration. “I still have time. Willow and I can still try… I know we’ll make this work, we’ll figure something out.”

“Talon… time is running out. There’s nothing else you can do.” Greg said, “I know this must be hard on you, hell, I’m pretty sure it’s way worse for Willow, but I don’t see an option much better than this.”

Hearing Greg says that made me realize how selfish I had been. I hadn’t even considered my mate’s feelings in all this, proposing this must be killing her inside knowing she had to live with the idea of me having some other women share our bed with me.

“I didn’t even think of that. Willow must be going through hell.” I moaned bitterly. “Gods I’m so horrible.” I chastised myself.

“That’s no news,” Greg joked.

“But hey, I can’t say I understand what you’re going through, because I really don’t. But what I’ll say is this. Think of your kingdom, think of what will happen to your people when you’re not here anymore to lead them.”

Greg was right. I had to do this. I had to produce an heir that’d ascend to take my place and lead my pack when I leave this earth. Because everyone knew that a pack without an alpha is no different from a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. A kingdom without a Lycan was much worst…

I had to do this for Willow and my people.

Avalyn’s POV

“Avalyn, have you checked on the cake?” My stepmother called from the living room.

I looked between my hands and the food still cooking. There was no way I could finish all of these and still have enough time to get to town and get the cake from the bakery before they closed.

“Avalyn… I am still waiting for a response! Or do you need me to get in there!?” She hissed and I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning silently.

I reduced the level of the gas and peeled off the apron from my chest before wiping my hand on my ragged blue dress. Then I went to join her in the living room.

“I’ll go pick it up right now…” I said and made to move but she stopped with a loud shriek.

“You haven’t gone to get the cake! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind!?” She got up from the couch she had been occupying and approached me with fire in her eyes.

I cowered away from her but she stopped and motioned at me to get close.

Tears pricked at my eyes as my legs started shaking. “Mom, I am sorry, I was so busy in the kitchen… I thought you would go pick it up yourself…” I stuttered.

Her face brightened and the next thing I heard was the guttural sound coming from her as she erupted into a burst of bitter laughter.

“You thought I would go get it?! You ungrateful little whore!”

“I am sorry mom, it won’t happen again-” I started to say but a felt a stinging slap across my face and it took me a few seconds for the pain to register.

I held my cheek and took a cautious step away from me.

“Now, before I scream at the top of my lungs. I want you to go out there and make sure you get that cake before showing your face again!” She screeched out launching the television remote at me.

I docked and ran outside. I wiped the tears from my face and tried to pull up a fake smile as I made my way to the bakery shop which wasn’t so far away from my house.

She could have gotten it herself but my stepmother would rather die than do anything that was also going to benefit me.

As I walked, I heard the whispers and murmurs as they pointed fingers at my battered dress but I paid no attention to all of that. I was pretty much used to it by now. The entire town hated me. Everyone considered me a bad omen.

They said I killed my mother and placed a curse on my father.

When I was younger, I use to cry about my misfortune but as I grew older, I learned to swallow my pain and keep it within me.

In the world we lived in, everyone fought one sort of pain or the other. We were ruled by creatures of the night -werewolves. They called the shots and allocated everything to us.

We lived peacefully at the moment because our current chief regularly sent gifts of humans to the werewolf king -a man everyone considered to be a monster.

He was a merciless ruler and never took no for an answer. When he requested something, our chief had no choice but to oblige.

The people lived in fear and pain, yet they found fun in mocking me. It felt like I was their entertainment at a time when they only knew pain.

I was that one person, they could mess with without fear of getting punished.

“Look who stepped out to place a curse on the streets!” Someone said and I heard them laugh.

But I didn’t as much as turn to even look at them. It was pointless.

I hastened my feet to the bakery shop and stepped. I walked to the counter and gave the man a small bow.

“Hello sir, I am here to pick up the cake my mother ordered,” I said timidly.

The man raised his eyes to observe me. His eyes moved from my toes and slowly made their way to the strand of hair flying on my face.

“Step out, you are too dirty to be in here. Didn’t anyone teach you how to take a shower?!” He growled with a thin voice.

My heart squeezed but I didn’t let the pain get to me. I swallowed it down and slowly stepped back to the door.

“Good. Now, you say your mother sent you. Did you whore of a mother come back to life and request a cake?”

I raised my head and watched the scrawny man from under my lashes. His wife had been snatched by the chief. He was depressed and sad. So I didn’t hate him for the cruel words he said to me.

I understood him.

“I am sorry, my stepmother. Catherine Howard,” I said.

“Oh, Catherine…” He dragged the name over his tongue as he searched the cupboards like my stepmother’s name was the beacon he needed to find the cake faster. “Aahh!” He exclaimed.

He straightened with the cake in his hand and walked up to me. He stretched it toward me and I quickly took it fearing that he might drop it.

“Thank you,” I said with a bow before turning around to leave.

I heard him mumble something behind me but I couldn’t hear him. Now that I had picked the cake, my mind was only focused on getting home before my father.

Besides, it was starting to get dark and that was the worst time to be found outside in my town. The werewolves had given us a time frame and anyone caught outside when it was dark, was going to be punished.

As I reached the last bend to approach my house, I felt eyes on me. It wasn’t dark yet but the sun was low over the horizon. Chills ran up my spine and I made the mistake of turning only for me to catch red eyes between the trees.

My heart skipped and I picked up my pace at once. I started running, fearing that whoever was in the trees could come to get me.

I was running so fast that I no longer cared about the condition of the cake. My life was more important than a mere cake.

I got to the house and burst through the doors with such force, the sound made my stepmother shriek.

“Avalyn!” My father thundered and I stopped on my track.

His eyes were sparkling with anger and I wondered what had gotten him so worked up -well aside from the way I had entered the house.

“Where are you coming from?” He growled.

My hands started trembling as I knew exactly what he would do to me whenever he got this way.

“I- I went to get your birthday cake… From the -the bakery…” I stuttered.

My stepmother scoffed and walked to where I stood. She took the cake from my hands and walked back to the couch.

“George I have told you, this daughter of yours is completely useless. Look at the way she lies so effortlessly!” She hissed and my heart skipped another beat.

I looked between her and my father trying to understand what was going on.

“Avalyn, don’t make me ask you for a second time…” My father warned and I felt dread clutch at my chest.

My eyes watered as I struggled to understand what he was actually asking me. I had told him where I was coming from, why would he think I hadn’t responded yet

“Father, I am not lying. I went to the baker-” the sentence didn’t completely leave my lips as a heavy blow landed on my face breaking the corner of my mouth in the process.

I fell to the floor and held my face in my hands as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

“You want to burn my house! You leave your mother sleeping and you go out there to play with men?!” He thundered.

“What?” I gasped despite my pain. “Mother sent me father, I am not lying…” I cried but he descended on me with even more blows.

“Oh, George please don’t kill the girl. There are a hundred and one things we could do with her. Please, honey, let her be…” She sneered and then everything made sense to me.

She set me up.

She hated me without a reason despite the love I showered on her. She was always looking for ways to make my father hit me or starve me.

My father continued hitting me and I tried my best to protect my face which was the only part of my body that had little bruises. The rest was in a terrible state.

“The werewolves would be coming to the market in a few days, you can make some good money with her… You don’t have to kill her…” She drawled pulling him away.

My father gave me one final kick before moving along with her. I remained there on the floor curled up, waiting for them to leave. In my eighteen years in life, I learned that the worst way to anger my father and his wife was to get up right after they had finished beating me up.

“She can’t be married off because she is obviously not a virgin. The only thing we can do is exploit her other more useful parts,” my stepmother said as they got to the staircase that led to the bedrooms.

I waited till I could no longer hear their voices. When I was certain that they were gone, I unwrapped my arms around myself and sat up to access my injuries that were when I noticed that the front door had been opened all along. I never closed it when I got in.

It was completely dark outside and the cold air that seeped in wasn’t the only thing that made me shudder.

I got the same dreadful feeling I had back on the road. Someone was watching me. I could have sworn I saw those red burning eyes again but as I blinked, they were gone.

I quickly got up and banged the door close at once.