Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 135: The Bath

As Rhaegar carried Lorelai in his arms through the shaded meadow, the princess felt an overwhelming rush of emotions.

She had always believed Erelith to be one of the most beautiful kingdoms, with its vibrant orchards and lush, blossoming gardens. But now, surrounded by the breathtaking splendor of this untouched wilderness, she realized her perspective had shifted entirely.

If the meadow, so distant from the kingdom’s capital, was this enchanting, then what marvels awaited her in the king’s palace?

When they finally reached the hot stream, Lorelai let out a soft, awe-filled gasp.

Rhaegar’s description had painted a vivid picture in her mind, but seeing it in person was something else entirely. It was as though the scene before her had been pulled straight from a fairytale, too magical and surreal to exist in reality.

Perhaps I’m being too emotional after so much time spent in the dark... but this? This is truly extraordinary. I think I could spend an entire day here and still not grow tired of it.

Nestled beneath the protective canopy of towering trees, the hot stream shimmered invitingly. Wisps of steam curled lazily above its surface, and delicate pink flower petals floated along the water like tiny boats drifting without a care.

Without speaking, Lorelai followed Rhaegar’s silent guidance. She let the robe slip from her shoulders, the soft fabric pooling at her feet as she revealed her pale, porcelain-like skin to the dappled sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above.

Like a child discovering something wondrous for the first time, she stepped cautiously into the warm water. The heat embraced her immediately, soothing her body and soul. She crouched down, carefully searching for the perfect spot to sit and bask in the comforting warmth of the stream.

Rhaegar stripped off his clothes in front of her, revealing his broad chest, thick ribcage, and well-defined abs. Lorelai’s gaze lingered on his powerful physique before quickly darting away as their eyes met. A flush rose to her cheeks, betraying her embarrassment.

Somehow, bathing together felt far more intimate than sharing a bed. The closeness, the vulnerability—it made her heart race in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

"No, don’t look at me like that, princess," Rhaegar teased, his voice deep and playful. "This time, we should focus on bathing and getting clean."

As he stepped out of his pants, revealing his manhood already half-erect, he added with a mischievous smirk, "If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get anything done."

Embarrassed by his comment, Lorelai quickly lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning even hotter. The surface of the water rippled as Rhaegar stepped into the stream, his movements sending gentle waves lapping against her.

He licked his lips as his amber eyes studied her pale face and flushed cheeks. Lorelai tensed under his gaze, all too familiar with the hunger it conveyed. Her body braced itself, anticipating what might come next.

But instead of acting on his desire, Rhaegar surprised her. He stroked her cheek tenderly, his touch surprisingly gentle. Then, reaching for one of the silk towels laid out for them, he soaked it in the steaming water and began to move it carefully over her shoulders.

Lorelai shivered under his touch. Even such a simple, innocent gesture made her body react in ways she couldn’t control, surrendering to the warmth of his care.

Perhaps she had been expecting something else from this bath. After all, whatever Rhaegar did always seemed to leave her utterly helpless in the end.

The king, however, appeared unaffected by her visible reaction. Focused and deliberate, he continued with the task at hand, moving the silk towel down her arms, giving them a thorough cleaning before sliding it softly back up to her chest.

Lorelai’s breath hitched, her chest rising sharply as she struggled to refill her lungs. Without a word, Rhaegar cupped one of her breasts in his hand, the damp silk brushing over her sensitive skin. The sensation was maddeningly sensual, the fabric teasing her taut nipple with a softness that made her gasp.

She realized now—he was teasing her, igniting a desire that she knew he wouldn’t satisfy just yet. Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a heat she couldn’t suppress.

Rhaegar’s faint smile gave away his enjoyment of her honest reactions. But guided by his playful cruelty, he didn’t linger. Instead of deepening his touch, he moved the towel down to her stomach, letting the silky fabric glide over her sensitive skin in an infuriatingly gentle caress.

A soft, stifled moan escaped Lorelai’s lips, a sound laced with desperation that only fueled Rhaegar’s amusement—and his own arousal. Watching her shiver under his touch stirred him deeply, and his hardened desire was becoming impossible to ignore.

But no matter how much he wanted her in that moment, he held himself back. Not yet. Not until after the wedding.

"We will have to wait, princess," Rhaegar grunted, his glowing eyes locking onto her pleading gaze. "It is the rule. But make no mistake," he added, his tongue gliding over his lips with a dark promise, "once our mating starts, you will be begging for me to stop instead."

Lorelai swallowed hard, a cold shiver rippling through her body despite the heat of the water against her skin. She was his foolish prey, caught in his web. He had mastered the art of giving her just enough pleasure and pain to make her both addicted to him and utterly terrified.

But what could she do? She was already lost, ensnared by his seduction, and no matter how dangerous it felt, she couldn’t find a single reason to regret it.

As she silently watched Rhaegar finish washing her body, her mind raced with thoughts of how she could turn the tables—how she might make him feel just as helpless under her touch. But when he finally leaned back, sitting before her with his powerful arms outstretched and his legs spread wide, her resolve faltered.

He wasn’t afraid of her feeble attempts at seduction. No, he welcomed them, taunted her with his unshakable confidence.

Determined not to back down, Lorelai reached for another silk towel. She carefully positioned herself between his legs, soaking the fabric in the hot water before offering him a coy smile.

"Then let me clean you too," she said softly and Rhaegar’s lips curled into a bitter smile.