Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 103

Isolde's POV

The warm water cascaded over us. Steam swirled around, thick and heavy, wrapping me and Ezra in a cocoon of heat and unspoken tension.

My heart thundered in my chest. *Lyra, what the hell am I supposed to do now?*

*Do what you want to do,* Lyra purred in my mind, her tone dripping with wicked encouragement. *Take control for once. Make him yours.*

Hot water sluiced down my skin, washing away hesitation as a daring idea took root.

I reached out, shutting off the water with a decisive twist of the knob. The sudden silence amplified the sound of our breathing, ragged and uneven.

Steam still clung to the air as I turned to face Ezra fully, water beads tracing lazy paths down my body.

Without breaking eye contact, I sank gracefully to my knees before him.

I lifted my gaze, meeting his intense gold-gray eyes for just a heartbeat before letting it drop lower.

Holy fuck. His cock was right there, hard and imposing, straining with desire. The sheer size and power of it caught me off guard—thicker and longer than anything I'd ever imagined.

*Damn, it's more impressive than any high-end sports car I've seen in Emerald Valley,* I thought.

My pulse quickened as I admitted something raw to myself—I'd never done this before. Back in Emerald Valley, my life had been about survival, not... this. My trembling fingers wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, marveling at how I could barely close my hand around it. Hesitantly, I began moving my hand up and down, the motion awkward and uncertain at first.

"What are you doing... fuck!" Ezra's voice was rough, strained with a mix of surprise and raw need.

I couldn't help but marvel at how it felt in my grip—almost too much to hold, veins pulsing under my touch, the tip flushed a deep pink with clear precum already beading there. I stared at it, momentarily unsure, before using that slickness to help my palm slide along his length. The friction was still too much, my movements too dry and jerky.

"Spit on it," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

Feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment, I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drip onto his shaft, the wetness making my next strokes smoother.

I flicked my thumb over the slick tip, then brought my gaze back up to lock with his as I slowly licked my lips. *Hand play is just the appetizer,* I thought, a nervous flutter in my stomach. *Let's see if I can make this unbreakable Alpha lose his damn mind.* Leaning forward, I let my tongue dart out, tasting the salty precum with a tentative lick.

His reaction was instant—his powerful frame tensed, a guttural moan ripping from deep in his throat. "Fuck...!" His fingers threaded through my wet hair, gripping just tight enough to hover between pain and pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth wider and took him in, immediately gagging as the thick head hit the back of my throat. I pulled back quickly, coughing and embarrassed.

"Easy," he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the fire in his eyes. "Take it slow."

Determined not to fail, I tried again, this time just focusing on the sensitive head, sucking tentatively while my hand worked the base. My teeth accidentally scraped against him, making him hiss.

"Careful with those teeth," he warned, fingers tightening in my hair.

I mumbled an apology around his cock, the vibration making him groan. Learning as I went, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, finding a rhythm that seemed to make his breathing hitch. Saliva pooled in my mouth, dripping messily down his shaft and over my fingers, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the steamy bathroom.

His grip on my hair tightened, guiding my movements now, showing me the pace he wanted. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Just like that, fuck..."

Emboldened, I tried taking him deeper, gagging again but pushing through it, tears springing to my eyes as I fought my body's natural reflex. The mixture of saliva and precum dripped from my chin onto my breasts, the sensation filthy and thrilling.

"Look at me," he commanded, and I raised my watery eyes to meet his golden gaze while his cock stretched my lips wide. "Fucking perfect," he growled, the sight of me on my knees, mouth full of him, clearly driving him wild.

I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing deeper into my throat and making me gag again. But this time I didn't pull back, determined to please him, to prove I could handle all of him despite my inexperience.

"Isolde..." His voice rasped out my name, a mix of command and plea that sent shivers through me. Then, rougher, "You're gonna make me come."

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, lips swollen and glistening with spit, chin wet and messy. "That's exactly what I'm aiming for," I murmured, voice hoarse from the strain on my throat.

He yanked my head back suddenly, forcing our eyes to meet. His face was twisted with something close to pain, eyes now fully golden—his wolf unleashed. "You want me to come?" he growled, voice dark and dangerous.

Unflinching, I nodded, holding that feral gaze. "I want you to come, my Alpha."

Without another word, I dove back in, taking him as deep as I could manage, using my hand to work what wouldn't fit in my mouth. My technique was still clumsy, but what I lacked in skill I made up for in enthusiasm, sucking and licking with desperate determination.

His restraint shattered—a sound somewhere between a moan and a howl tore from him as he gave into it completely. His hips thrust forward, cock hitting the back of my throat one last time before he pulled out. I instinctively wrapped my hand around him, stroking fast and hard as he'd shown me.

Ezra—the CEO of Silver Moon Group, the fucking Lycan King—let out a roar that shook the entire bathroom. He came hard, hot streams of white shooting across my face, some landing on my parted lips, more splashing onto my breasts and neck. The first rope caught me by surprise, making me flinch and close my eyes, but I kept stroking him through his release, feeling his cock pulse powerfully in my grip.

When I dared to open my eyes again, the sight of him—head thrown back, muscles tensed, completely undone—was breathtaking. Satisfaction curled through me like smoke as Lyra hummed contentedly inside. Seeing this powerful Alpha so vulnerable because of *me* created a strange bond in that split second—one of pure connection amidst the chaos.

“You’re one hell of a dangerous woman, Isolde,” Ezra said finally. His voice regained some control but still carried the huskiness of desire spent.

Standing up slowly on shaky legs,I licked the lingering trace from near my lip provocatively before replying,“I’ll take that as high praise...my Alpha.”