The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate

“I can’t go on any longer! Please... I’m tired, and my jaw hurts," Visenya pleaded with the Dragon Lord.

Lucian’s gaze bore down on Visenya as if she were utterly useless. He forcefully grabbed the short chain that dangled from her collar, causing her to yelp in pain as the inner spikes dug into the sensitive flesh of her neck. With a harsh pull, he lifted her to her feet and dragged her over to his desk, bending her over its surface.

Visenya felt a surge of panic as Lucian pressed his hardness against her bottom. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "If you can't satisfy me with your mouth, then you'll have to satisfy me some other way."

In one swift motion, he tore off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. The implications of his actions became quite clear to Visenya. "Please, let me try again... with my mouth. I believe I can..."

"Quiet!" Lucian's voice reverberated off the walls of his bedchamber, instantly silencing her.

She wasn't one to challenge him, not anymore. Having endured his cruel nature countless times, she had learned the hard way not to provoke the dragon. And tonight would be no exception.

"I'm the one stuck with you, not the other way around... Don't forget that," he spat, his tone oozing with arrogance. "It's so convenient for you mutts to reject your mates and then hop into bed with whomever you please, but us dragons aren't granted such luxuries. You should consider yourself honored to even be touched by someone of my caliber."

Visenya fought the urge to roll her eyes at his blatant sense of superiority. Lucian always made it a point to inform anyone who would listen of his species' superior status. Even as children, he never missed an opportunity to remind her how much better he was than her.

What infuriated her most was that he truly was the dominant species, and there was a valid reason why dragons once ruled over all three kingdoms. Lucian was just one dragon, but he could scorch the entire world if he wanted to, and nobody would be able to stop him.

Despite his elevated rank, Visenya didn't feel the slightest bit honored. She had been saving herself for her mate, only to discover that the man she had yearned for during those lonely years was none other than Lucian. He stood as the last of his kind, and it was all because of her father. Yet, it would be Visenya who would bear the burden of paying for her father's sins.

Tears welled up, threatening to spill from her eyes, as Lucian ruthlessly tore away her undergarments, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. This was not the way she had envisioned her first time. She had imagined passionate kisses and tender caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. But Lucian was not capable of love, and he certainly didn't cherish her. Instead, she was cursed with a mate consumed by vengeance, and wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer.

He pressed his knee against her inner thigh, silently commanding her to spread her legs. Reluctantly, she obeyed, her body flinching as his hands roamed over the small of her back and along her bottom. With a firm grip, he squeezed her ass, delivering a hard smack that would surely leave his handprint etched there for all eternity. She held in the yelp that threatened to escape her throat, knowing all too well that he would not hesitate to label her as weak and pathetic, just as he always did.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his fingers slipped between her thighs. She cursed her own traitorous body as she felt herself grow wet from his touch. Frustration welled up inside her when she heard Lucian's smug chuckle, as if he needed another reason to revel in his self-importance.

It was incredibly tempting for Visenya to burst his bubble and reveal that it was merely a reaction of their mate bond, and nothing more. However, she knew all too well that he would only punish her for daring to disrespect him. Her body tensed, her teeth clenched, as he inserted a finger inside her. A sound escaped his throat, leaving her curious about his thoughts.

He never shied away from expressing his overall disgust towards her, reminding her of her inferior existence on a daily basis. So, it surprised her that he even desired to touch her at all. When he attempted to add a second finger, her instinct was to tighten her muscles and deny him any further entry. But he persisted, forcefully pushing his digits into her tight canal and rhythmically pumping them in and out.

"How many men have fucked you, dog?" He asked in a husky, yet acrimonious tone.

"None," she replied, her voice steady.

Lucian seized the chain of her collar, yanking it forcefully and causing her to let out a sharp shriek of pain. "Do not lie to me!" His voice seethed with anger, mingled with an emotion that left her puzzled. Why would he be concerned about her sexual track record?

"I swear it, Master... I'm a virgin," she said, her voice trembling.

"I find it hard to believe that, at twenty-six years old, you've managed to remain chaste," he remarked incredulously.

"I don't care what you believe!" She snapped back defiantly.

He forcefully pushed her back onto the desk, leaving her with no choice but to close her eyes and brace herself for what was about to unfold. Lucian was determined to claim what he believed was rightfully his. And why shouldn't he? After all, she had saved herself... for him.