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Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet

Chapter 97 Take Me, Master

Author: Missnormal
updatedAt: 2025-07-07

CHAPTER 97: CHAPTER 97 TAKE ME, MASTER

CONTENT WARNING: This Chapter contains mature and steamy content. Recommended for mature readers only.

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He bent to my level, his claws retracted back into his fingers. He wiped the blood off his hands with the bedsheet. He then reached out his hand toward me, but I unconsciously flinched back. His gaze darkened for a moment, then he retracted his hand.

Without uttering another word, he covered my body with his jacket before swooping me into his arms and carrying me out. I didn’t bother to resist. It would be useless.

The world swayed around me as he carried me out, sweat trickling down my body... I was feeling so hot that I feared my insides would burn out. My face pressed against his chest, but I didn’t care.

I was still shaking, still burning from the drug, but the fear had frozen everything else.

Behind us, the candle inside the room flickered, casting one last glow on Erik’s body... before it went out.

As he walked down the hallway, I raised my head slightly to look at him. His jaw tensed, and his eyes hadn’t returned to their normal shades.

In famous stories, the knight always comes in shining armor, and their acts are always dignified, making your toes wriggle. I don’t know what or who I was expecting in my entire life as my knight or prince charming... but I think I have just found mine.

He was not perfect as most books portrayed, and he was not gentle. He was rough around the edges, but he didn’t hesitate to kill for me. Was this love? I highly doubted it... was it obsession? I’m not that sure. But I knew from his act that he would burn the world to the ground for my sake.

I was a little afraid of him because he was not normal. Maybe that was the exact reason I had found myself falling for him. I was falling for a toxic man who was way out of my league. But... I wouldn’t have it any other way. Like the famous saying, the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know.

Yes, I had fallen for a psychopath and a beast. Maybe this was my destiny and the reason I had transmigrated to this world. He was my reason.

"Take me," I whispered against his chest.

His steps faltered down the hallway. His body tensed for a moment, but he didn’t utter a word and continued walking.

I whimpered in his arms as another wave of heat rushed through my body. "Please... Master."

I would willingly give myself to him. He was the best option I had after all.

"The drug is the one talking. Shut your mouth before I throw it out the window," he gritted through his teeth.

He kicked the door to our room open, then shut the door behind him.

I bit down the whimper that almost escaped my mouth. My hands unconsciously trailed down his chest. My fingers brushed against his hard-toned chest.

"Ember... get a hold of yourself," he growled in my ear.

However, his growl only made the flame in me burn brighter... I traced my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

His hot breath fanned against my face. My blue eyes met with his grey ones. "I want you to take me... Master." Without giving him a chance for a comeback.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him down, my lips crashing into his. The kiss was hot, messy, and full of need... my need. There was no hesitation in me, only burning hunger. My sweaty fingers twisted in his shirt as my mouth moved against his like I was trying to devour him.

He didn’t respond at first. His body stayed stiff, his hands tightened slightly around my body. I pressed my body into him, my tongue slipping past his lips. A soft moan escaped my throat, he tasted heavenly. The fire in me intensified.

I wanted him here and now.

His jaw clenched. But I kissed him harder. My breath was ragged, and my lips were desperate, my body begging for his touch. My hand slid up his chest and into his hair, tugging him down again when he tried to pull back.

"Touch me," I whimpered between the kisses.

"Please... I’m going crazy."

But he pulled out of the kiss, his eyes darkened at me. Our chests moved up and down rhythmically.

"I’ll help you." His words were like rain in a desert. I buried my head in the nook of his neck.

He walked further into the room. I pressed my body firmly against his chest. I was expecting the softness of the bed, but a door snapped open. When I looked around, we were in the bathroom.

"You want to do it here?" I whispered before kissing him again.

He entered the tub filled with water that had gone cold. A cry escaped my lips at the sharp contrast between my burning temperature and the chilliness of the water.

I tried to jump out, but he held me down. He flung the jacket that was covering me away. As I moved abruptly against him, a moan escaped my throat.

I threw myself on him, sitting on his lap. I began to move myself against his thighs. ’Fuck... I never knew I had been starving this much.’

Damon pushed me back, but I clung to him like a leech. "Take me... I want you inside me now!" I cried, my eyes blurring from the anticipation of getting a release.

Damon muttered curses under his breath, his gaze darkening more. I was so lost in my ecstasy that I didn’t detect the change in the air. His fangs elongated, and a loud guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

My hands moved across his chest, tracing every inch of his skin. I buried my head in the nook of his neck, licking and sucking his skin.

"Stop!" his chest rumbled like thunder.

I ignored him. I continued licking before I grazed my teeth over his skin. And then, everything blurred in my eyes. I found myself pressed down against the bathtub, with Damon pressing against me. His face buried in the nook of my neck, his sharp fangs pressing and grazing my skin.

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