The Beast King (Royal Aliens #3) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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“You are going in my personal cage,” he told her. “You are not going to see the light of day, human. I will take you out when I want to fuck you and then return you to your prison.”

“What’s new,” she said, taunting him. It was all he could do to stop himself from viciously ravaging her in punishment.

“What's new is you are my prisoner. Forever. Get your little ass in the cage underneath the bed.”

“You’ll have to put me in it yourself, Konan. I’m not going to help you.”

He snarled as the crown vibrated with rage. It wanted him to do terrible things. He could barely silence its voice, but he did. For her, he could contain himself — and the evil that accompanied the crown.

The bed had been constructed in such a way that the king could restrain his carnal partners if they were not so excited to be his carnal partners. It had been his father’s design. Konan had never had to use it for his own partners — until now.

He scruffed her by the back of the neck and pulled her very close, close enough to kiss her. But there would be no sweet kisses for this rebellious brat of his.

“You’re a naughty human, and you are taunting me. Hoping to make me the monster you think I am. Is that what you want to do? Prove to yourself that I am evil, so you can keep fighting me?”

“Konan, you’re putting me in a cage. Again. Your bed is a literal cage. It’s not even a metaphor!”

“If you feared me, you would not be speaking this way. You know I am soft when it comes to you. You know that you have leeway no other creature in all creation ever would. But there are limits.”

“There's nothing but limits with you, Konan. I’m not getting in the cage.”

“You can get in the cage, or I can whip you, and then put you in the cage.”

Two minutes and a lot of arguing, squirming, and general cursing later, Konan chose the cane of ascendance, a whippy long piece of material topped with a bright jewel. It made nice red hot lines across her ass.

“KONAN! LET ME FUCKING GO!”

Her outrage was palpable. He enjoyed it. She had gotten away with too much, this one. He might have fucked her hard, but he had not been as rough with the discipline as he needed to be.

“This is my kingdom. You are my subject. You have no reason to act this way…”

She squirmed out of his grasp for a moment and turned to look at him with a horrified glare.

“You fucking killed someone in front of me, Konan! Do you know what that was like? To see someone die?”

So that was the problem. He forgot how soft she was.

SHE’S WEAK.

The crown’s voice boomed in his head. He ignored it. Softness didn’t mean weakness, not always.

“It shocked you. But you will get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it!” She flailed her arms and hands about in a dramatic kind of way. “I don’t want to be with a mass murderer, Konan. I don’t want to be with you!”

He took her by the shoulder and tossed her back down on the bed, pinning her by the back of the neck. He could feel her fear and her fury, but she had to understand that he was king, and there was no escaping him. Not now. Not ever.

Konan punctuated every word with a cut of his cane, making sure each hot line landed just a fraction below the one above.

“You.”

“Don’t.”

“Have.”

“Any.”

“Choice.”

Six perfect strokes, each more painful than the last, he was sure. They did what was necessary.

The cane fucking hurt. It was meant to. She could feel Konan, and the extra intent of the crown behind him, both intent on dominating her completely. A dozen strokes of the cane had turned her ass into molten fire, but he had never been contented with just spanking her. It was never about pure punishment. It was always about the more important chemical bonding. Sex.

She was not disappointed when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her limp, punished body back on his cock. Elizabeth pretended not to resist, because she knew that once he was inside her, she would become another appendage. A hot, tight, powerful force for good.

She was in a battle not for his body, but for his mind. And maybe his soul. As long as he had that crown on his head, he was poisoned.

Elizabeth grunted as he sank as deep as he could go inside her. She could hear the obscene wetness of her pussy gripping him tight, and feel the way his cock jerked back and forth inside her, little proto-strokes he couldn't help.

Konan had never been able to resist her body. He’d never been able to resist her at all. From the moment she was dragged into his presence, his hands had been roaming her body, just as they were now, squeezing her breasts, clamping at her hips, turning her into an object of personal pleasure.


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