The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 114

It was still there, firm and possessive, as if letting go would break the spell he’d just cast. His other hand-

once gripping my wrist–loosened with a slow drag down my arm until it hovered at my hip.

“Take off your leggings,” he ordered, voice low and savage.

I tilted my head coyly, smirking even though my heart was a thunderstorm in my chest. “Well… see, I would

-if I were being a good girl and all.”

His eyes narrowed.

“But that,” I whispered, “would just be too easy.”

I didn’t even register the movement.

One blink I was smirking–next, I was face–first against the wall, arm twisted behind me again, his hand

still wrapped around my throat, anchoring me like I was the only thing tethering him to sanity.

Or maybe insanity.

He let out a breath like a growl.

Then I felt it.

A claw.

It slid out from his index finger–cool, curved, deadly.

He pressed the tip beneath the waistband of my leggings and pulled.

There was no resistance.

The elastic and fabric snapped with a clean, silent slice like it had never been stitched together at all. I gasped, hips jerking at the sudden exposure of air on skin. But before I could recover, his claw repositioned–hooked behind the tear–and dragged downward in a slow, slicing stroke.

It parted fabric down my leg, all the way to the ankle. My thigh twitched, nerves lighting up from the frictionless graze of his claw barely brushing me.

He was methodical. Controlled.

Lethal.

And he was just getting started.

As he shifted, releasing my throat just enough to switch hands, I knew what was coming. He was going to rip the other side.

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I didn’t give him the chance.

The moment his hand lifted–I pushed.

Hard.

He stumbled back half a step, startled. I ducked, twisted, and ran.

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One bra. One legging half–shredded and flapping around my calf like a surrender flag. But I didn’t care. I darted toward the bed with everything I had left, breathless with laughter and triumph.

I made it three steps.

Maybe four.

Then a growl tore through the room and he snatched me from behind.

Lifted clean off the ground.

I shrieked and thrashed, but it was useless. His arms locked around my waist and I slammed back into his

chest.

Then he dropped me.

Right onto the center of the bed.

The mattress bounced beneath me, but he was already there–grabbing my ankles, twisting my legs so

hard I flipped onto my stomach before I could stop it.

“Fuck–Thoren-!”

He didn’t respond.

Just grabbed both my wrists in one massive hand and yanked them above my head.

Pinned.

“Thought you could run, bunny?” he growled, hot breath against my ear. “That just made it worse.”

His free hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, and stopped.

Then he slipped his fingers right between my legs.

One stroke. One slow, devastating pass across soaked lace.

“Ohhh,” he murmured. “Looks like someone’s very turned on by this little game.”

I gasped into the sheets.

“You gonna lie to me about it?” he rasped. “Or do I let this finger speak for you?”

Before I could respond, his claw released again–just one.

He hooked it under the center of my panties and yanked up and out.

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Fabric shredded instantly. A faint flutter of ruined lace landed somewhere near the pillow.

Then his claw retracted with the softest click.

And that same finger… slid back.

Only this time, it didn’t just stroke.

It entered.

A slow, aching, possessive push inside of me that made me moan without shame.

“Still wanna be bad?” he asked, voice molten against the side of my throat.

I arched.

“Still think I won’t make you beg?”

I clenched.

“You gonna fight me, baby?” he taunted. “Because I’ll win. Every time.”

His finger curled.

I gasped and choked on his name.

“That’s the sound I wanted,” he said, dragging it back out, then in again–deeper, firmer, like he already

owned every inch of me and just wanted to prove it again.

I twisted under him, trying to wriggle my legs apart more, desperate for more pressure.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Already desperate. You picked the hard option, remember? That means I set

the pace.”

“Thoren-” I panted.

“Shh,” he said. “Not until I say you can say my name like that.”

His thumb found my clit.

Just a brush.

Just a tease.

I nearly shattered.

“I told you,” he whispered, lips grazing my shoulder as he pumped his finger again, slow and brutal. “I was gonna work for it.”

And gods help me–I was already losing.

He kept my wrists pinned above my head, his grip unyielding as his other hand slowly withdrew from between my thighs.

The sudden emptiness made me whimper before I could stop myself.

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I heard it then–the faint, sinful sound of him tasting what he’d pulled from me. Not seeing it somehow made it worse. The knowledge of it burned hot and slow through my veins, every nerve in my body lighting up with awareness of him.

My breath stuttered. “You’re-”

“Quiet,” he murmured behind me. “You don’t get to rush this.”

The bed dipped slightly as he shifted his weight. I could hear the soft scrape of leather, the low click of his belt, the muted rustle of fabric being undone one–handed while the other still held me in place like I was exactly where he wanted me.

Then his hands slid to my hips.

He gripped me there, firm and commanding, lifting my ass just enough that the position changed–tilted, vulnerable, open. My pulse roared in my ears as I felt the heat of him press close.

But he didn’t take me.

Not yet.

Instead, he dragged his c**k along me slowly, deliberately, the blunt tease of his body brushing where I was already aching. Not entering. Just reminding me how badly I wanted it. How close it was. How much

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