OZZ THE KING IN RUT
Delilah
I was stunned. How could he be in Rut? Was there something about their kind that I still didn’t understand? My mind raced with questions, but I forced myself to respond calmly.
“Can it wait until I’m done with Sandra and the two rogue Lycans?” I asked, trying to buy time.
Before the King could reply, Farrell’s voice broke through our mental connection, snapping us back to reality. Yet, the King’s interest in our conversation was evident. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered on me, filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. There is no going back from this.
“I’ll have to leave the two of you for now,” Farrell said, his voice tight. “I need to go to the office to see what’s happening there.”
“There’s no need for that,” the King responded sharply. “We’re leaving now.”
Farrell’s jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. It was clear he was angry at the thought of me leaving with the King. The tension between the two men was palpable, and I found myself caught in the middle once again.
“Can I talk to my wife, please? Alone?” Farrell asked, his voice strained.
The King’s eyes flashed with anger, but he nodded reluctantly. A low growl left his mouth, but he somehow. controlled it. “My Queen, I’ll wait for you in the car,” he said, releasing my waist and stepping out of the room.
As soon as he was gone, I turned to Farrell, tilting my head slightly. “What is it?” I asked, though I already knew what was coming.
“Are you really going with him?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
“I have to,” I replied softly. “But I’ll be back for you. We need to find a way out of this. I need to talk to him, to figure out how we can all coexist. There’s no other option.
Farrell nodded, though his expression remained troubled. He reached for my hands, holding them tightly. “Okay,‘ he said finally. “Let’s go change together.”
We left the dining room and entered the bedroom. As I began to strip out of my sundress, two large hands grabbed my waist, pinning me against the wall. Farrell’s breath fanned against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I can smell your arousal,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I know how much you want me, just as much as I want you.”
“Please, Farrell,” I pleaded, though my body betrayed me, responding to his touch. “We can’t do this. The King is waiting for me.‘
His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing gently, while his lips trailed kisses along my skin. “Let him wait,” he murmured. “I know he’s in Rut. I saw it in his eyes. He’s going to have you all to himself for over a week, and I’ll be left here, suffering without you.”
His words struck a chord, and I felt his pain as if it were my own. I couldn’t bring myself to argue any longer. He already knew the truth, and I had no choice but to give in.
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His hardness pressed against me, and as he slowly entered me, I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming, and my heart ached as I found myself torn between my two mates.
“I need all of you right now,” Farrell groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “He’ll wait. He knows. Just
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His possessiveness took me by surprise, and I could feel the raw emotion behind his actions. It was as if he were trying to claim me, to remind me that I was his, even if only for a moment. His movements grew harder, more relentless, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made me cry out for more.
“Oh, goddess,” I moaned, my body responding faster than I could process. Farrell’s wolf was dominating me, marking me as his, and I couldn’t fight it.
His thrusting was relentless and overwhelming. It was possessive and dominating. His mouth devoured my own and the animal in him took charge, claiming me in every way he could.
As I lost myself in the moment, a part of me couldn’t help but dread what awaited me at the palace. If the King was truly in Rut, then I was doomed. This was only the beginning, and I had no idea how I would navigate the storm that lay ahead.
