The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

Caleb's wounds are healing nicely. That's the first thing I think looking at Caleb's chest. The second is much less innocent.

As much as I want to hate Caleb, and as many viable reasons as I have to do so, his body always manages to provide an excellent counterpoint. He may only be an alpha werewolf, but he is built like a god. Wide shoulders taper to a narrow waist, only to expand out again with shapely rounded glutes. And all of it is on perfect, wet display for me now.

Caleb's attention is fixed on something in the water, his hands curled loosely above the water.

Then, in a flash, even faster than I can see, he darts his hands into the water, scoops out a fish, and tosses it onto the shore right at my feet.

For a moment, the building heat inside of me wanes, only so I can be so thoroughly impressed. He'd moved quickly as lightning.

"How did you do that?" I ask.

He smirks at me. "I'm an Alpha," he says with all the confidence in the world. I want to mock him but I'm actually glad this endeavor has rebuilt his spirits after his frustration with the garden. "Do you want to try to learn?" "I'm not an Alpha," I say. "I'm not even a wolf."

His smirk widens. "We'll put you to the test, then. See how much you are capable of."

He's baiting me. I hate that it's working. I'm not one to back down from a challenge.

I kick off my shoes and then step into the water at the river's edge.

Caleb clucks his tongue. "Don't come in here with that dress. The current isn't much but it will feel twenty times heavier with that skirt holding you down." Mischief sparks in his eyes. "Unless you want me to rescue you."

Annoyed, I start unbuttoning the front buttons of the dress, then untie the sash at the waist. When it's loose enough, I lower it down over my body and step out of it. Embarrassment brings heat to my cheeks, but I try to ignore it, reminding myself that my underwear still covers most of me.

I step into the river once more, only for Caleb to cluck in disapproval once more.

"There's no sense in wetting your panties and bra. It would make for an uncomfortable walk home," he says.

He's right and I hate that. Still I hesitate. He's seen me naked before, many times, but I still feel shy, more than normal. Maybe because we are outside, and not in the bedroom. And the activity we have planned isn't sex.

"Although, your panties are already wet, so I can understand your hesitation," he says smugly, making a show of scenting the air.

Alpha bastards and their heightened senses. Yes, my body reacting to seeing him naked, but I shouldn't be punished for it. Though, admittedly, even now, my pussy is creating fresh dampness at the thought of being naked with Caleb. Frustrated by my own body, I hurriedly remove my bra and panties and leave them on top of my dress.

Turning back to the water, I make the mistake of looking at Caleb, and find him staring at my nakedness with hooded eyes. When he looks at my breasts, my nipples harden. When that gaze lowers to the apex of my thighs, I shift, aching to feel him inside of me. No. He is going to teach me how to fish and I need to focus on that. Keeping that thought at the forefront of my mind, I step Chapter 991

into the water. He doesn't correct me this time, so I continue, waling through the thigh high waters until I'm closer to him.

He could grab me if he wants to, yank me to him and kiss the life out of me. Instead, he instructs me.

"Stand like this, with your feel slightly further apart. You don't want to stumble when you are forced to move quickly," he says.

Disappointment flushes through me, and I hate myself for it. Caleb showing me what to do is what should be happening. Sex was never the intention here, no matter how hot my body is for him.

I inch my legs apart. "Like this?"Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He stares at the junction of my thighs, just above the water. "Perfect."

Heat burns my face, scorching, until he looks away, down to the face of the water. He sets his hands as he did before, with the side of his palms over the water.

I mimic the motion.

"No. You have to keep your fingers curled. You'll be making a net with your hands," he says.

I try to follow his instruction, but I still can't manage.

"No," he says again. With a sigh, he wades through the water closer to me. "Like this," he says. Taking point behind me, he wraps his arms around me so that his hands can fit around the outsides of my hands. He curls my fingers one by one. Meanwhile, his torso is lining my entire back. His cock is hardening, twitching against my ass.

It's exceedingly difficult to concentrate.

Caleb, however, despite his dick's growing interest, maintains his focus.

He moves my hands with his own, pushing down under the water, then closing almost beneath the fish. We lift, flinging the fish into the air, but my last minute hesitation causes the fish to land short of the shore. It flops harmlessly back into the water.

I've never moved my arms that quickly. They sting a little from the exertion of it.

"I don't think I'm built for this particular job," I tell him.

His arms are still around me, his hands covering my hands.

"No, I suppose not," he says, his lips near my ear, his breath hot on my earlobe. "Fortunately you have other talents."

I swallow thickly. Does he mean sex or gardening?

His dick throbs, nearly all the way hard now, nudging at the swell of my ass.

Guiding my hands with his owns, he brings them up so that my palms press flat against my own breasts.

"Caleb..." I whisper, trepidation in voice.

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"No one is here. No one can see you but me," he says, his voice a warm rumble in my ear.

"But your wounds..." I say, even weaker. The walls I built to keep him out are crumbling.

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"Caleb," I gasp, as he pushes two fingers through my folds, searching for and then quickly, expertly, finding my clit.

"I can make you scream out here, and no one will hear you. Here, we can both let ourselves go...".

Both?

I glance over my shoulder at him, to see the heat as well as that strange softness in his eyes.

As if seeing the question in my gaze, he answers, "A king must always uphold decorum, even in the bedroom. Out here, I don't have to hold myself back."

I swallow thickly, wondering what he could possibly have left to give that I haven't already seen, when I've already been so thoroughly satisfied. Whatever it is, the promise of it sparks new electricity through me. "What do you say, Harper? Do you want to see me unchained?"

I do. So much, in fact, that I swivel in his arms and jump up against him in anticipation.

He mustn't have been expecting me to do that, or he wasn't prepared for the sudden weight.

Either way, we both topple, crashing down under the water.

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