The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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Caleb stays through the night. The next morning, he showers in my bathroom, then returns to my chambers naked. I think he might want to have sex again, but his dick, though still impressive in its current state, doesn't seem to be coming to He's simply walking around naked.

I'm not as comfortable with my naked body as he is. After all, until recently, only the stranger I'd had the one night stand with had seen my bare body since I'd turned an adult. Yes, that person turned out to be Caleb, but that doesn't make it easier to walk around in the mude

So instead, as I sit up, I wrap the bedsheet around myself.

There's something Tve been thinking about, ever since Gwen's knife attack outside of the party that night. I pushed back the worry, being distracted by other things. But this debacle with Madeline and Molly. It could have been prevented had I spoken up the first time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gather my courage and speak to Caleb. "I have a favor to ask you."

Caleb turns to me, a smug expression on his face. "You know what I want in exchange for any favor

The way he says that, all smirking superiority, 1 genuinely don't know if he's asking for the location of the not-real child again, or if he wants a blowjob instead.

I push onward. Perhaps if he knows the nature of my favor, he might change his mind. Or at least, settle on the blow job. which would be a much easier request to manage.

And, secretly, I might enjoy it just a tiny bit. It's thrilling, having Caleb's dick in my mouth, his pleasure at my control for a change. He doesn't force this often, but it's growing on me. I kind of wish he'd let me taste him more.

Focus, Harper, I remind myself. It's because I was so easily distracted last time that left me vulnerable this time.

"I want a blade. I tell him.

His smile slips for a moment. He clear wasn't expecting that. But then the smirk returns, sharper, as his eyes harden. "You want a means to kill me?"

I shake my head. "I saw you heal from Molly's blade. I know how fast you heal. No, this has nothing to do with killing you and everything to do with protecting me" I look down at my fragile human hands. I went into that meeting with Madeline thinking I could talk my way out of it.

How different things might have been if I'd had a means of actually defending myself.

"Could you have used it against Madeline?" Caleb asks me. His smile is gone now, his expression unreadable.

"I think so. Things changed when I spilled the tea and there was poison inside. I didn't want her hurt because her crimes didn't seem death-worthy. Yet when she tried to kill me.."

"Was she the one who's been torturing you?" Caleb asks.

I suppose there's no harm in admitting to it now. Madeline is in the pit, soon to fight in the arena. She's already experiencing a terrible fate.

I know, because I've already lived it.

"She's been the mastermind," I say. "Molly has her own reasons. I'm sure. She probably felt some loyalty to her previous mistress"

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"Who was her previous mistress

"Nina." I remind him.

He frowns.

1 huff a breath. "The woman who tried to poison me."

"Was that her name?" He's not being mean-spirited. He seems like he genuinely doesn't keep track of his own harem

"I know it's not in your nature to care about the opinions and thoughts of slaves of your house," I say, speaking gently. I don't want to start an argument. I just want him to listen. "But they are people with feelings. Hurts and fears Anger, too Molly wanted revenge for the mistress she thought was wronged.

Caleb grunts. "I suppose it wouldn't be terrible to keep a closer eye on the handmaidens. After all, it was only because of yours that I discovered you were missing."

"I thought Bethany might be responsible," I say. "What did she do?"

"Stormed straight into the Hall and requested my attention.

For a slave, a move like that could come with a death sentence.

Please don't punish her," I say, immediately worried.

"I won't. This time. He considers, "Maybe not next time, either, if such a thing happens again. Do not send her to me frivolously, however, or it's your neck that will be the next on the block."

Exhaling in relief, I say, "I understand. We will not abuse this privilege."

"Good. See that you don't." He pauses. "As for you blade.. Wait here a moment."

Naked as the day he was born, Caleb opens the door and walks into the hallway.

I try not to check out his ass as he leaves, but it's very round and toned. It's like my eyes are dragged to it against my will

It's almost a relief when he disappears around the corner and I regain my faculties.

While he's gone, I scurry into my wardrobe to change, Worried there won't be time to fully dress, I simply pull on one my

new robes for now.

When I re-enter the main chamber, Caleb is already back. A pair of loose black pants hang low on his hips, but he has otherwise added no clothing. No socks, no shirt.

In one of his hands, he's holding a small dagger with a jeweled handle. There's a matching cover in his other hand. Mindlessly, he opens and closes the cover over the dagger.

"Come here," he says. "I will make certain you know how to use this correctly before I let you have f

Opening the dagger once more, he tosses aside the cover and holds the hilt out for me. I take it.

The Pitmaster taught me a few things about weapons and how to hold them, but the blade I trained on was much larger, a weapon for battle and war.

This dagger is miniscule in comparison. It feels more like it's for some kind of subterfuge than actual combat.

"You will hide this blade on your person at all times," Caleh says If anyone is fool enough to threaten you, you must strike quickly and without hesitation." 15.09 Wed, Nov 20

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Gripping my wrist, he drags my hand, and therefore the blade, up toward his neck.

"The neck is the most vulnerable, even for a werewolf," Caleb says. "Even for me, this will slow me down."

He touches the blade to the very base of his throat. I don't move an inch other than where he leads me.

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Distantly. I wonder if this is my chance. If I press the dagger forward into his throat, it could incapacitate him enough for me to escape

But he could just as easily be lying

Even so

aving this control... believing that I could hurt him, even a little, and he might even let me, just to see what I do.

It makes me feel powerful

And sexy

I'm not wearing panties, so I squeeze my thighs shut hard to keep from embarrassing myself with how wet I am. Caleb, damn him, notices, lightly scenting the air. His smile is devilish.

"Well, isn't that a surprise. Something to explore later perhaps...

I'm embarrassed and horny and instantly try to pull away.

Caleb tightens his grip, keeping my hand, and the blade, where it is. His smile fades. His eyes darken

"Next time, save yourself," he says