Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 105

Isolde's POV

My hands, slick with warm oil, trembled as I stood beside him, the bottle resting on a nearby table. I’d never touched anyone like this—never with such raw intent to unravel them—but Ezra’s cocky smirk and the way his thick cock twitched against his thigh, already half-hard, sent a jolt of nervous excitement through me. His Alpha presence pulsed in the air, a subtle force that made my skin prickle and my breath catch.

My hands pulled back from his cock and landed on his chest first, sliding over the hard ridges of his pecs. The oil made everything slippery, letting my fingers glide as I pressed down, feeling his heart thudding under my touch. It was a steady, powerful rhythm, and I worked slow, deliberate circles, soaking in how hot and firm he felt. His skin was feverish, the taut muscles yielding just enough to feel alive, and his breath hitched, a soft groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His eyes fluttered shut, his face softening into a rare moment of vulnerability.

I smiled, his reaction fueling my confidence. My hands moved higher, tracing the sharp lines of his collarbone before sliding to his shoulders. The muscles there were knotted, tense from the weight of his responsibilities, and I pressed deeper, working to ease the strain. The oil smoothed every stroke, and Ezra’s body began to relax, his broad shoulders loosening as I kneaded away the stiffness.

“You’re too good at this,” he said, his tone lazy but edged with heat. His eyes cracked open, locking onto mine, and I felt it—a sudden, overwhelming wave of his Alpha power washing over me. It was like a physical touch, sinking into my skin, igniting a fire deep in my core. My pussy clenched, a hot, wet ache blooming between my legs, and I gasped, my hands faltering on his chest.

He smirked, knowing exactly what he’d done. “Keep going, Isolde,” he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

I swallowed hard, trying to focus, but my body was betraying me. My cunt was already soaking, a slick heat trickling down my thighs as his Alpha aura coiled around me, stoking my arousal to a fever pitch. I moved my hands down his arms, fingers wrapping around his biceps, squeezing the thick muscle there. When I reached his hands, I interlocked our fingers briefly, rubbing his palms with my thumbs, but the contact only made my need worse. My clit throbbed, demanding attention, and I shifted my weight, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache.

Ezra’s breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling as I worked. I glanced at his face, catching the faint clench of his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly. Seeing him like this—so open, so affected by my touch—made my pussy gush, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I was desperate, hungry, my body screaming for release, but I forced myself to continue.

I shifted to his legs, starting at his feet. Cradling one in my hands, I pressed into the arch, working out the tension until he hummed in approval. My hands slid up to his calves, the oil glistening on his skin, then higher to his thighs. As I brushed the sensitive skin near his groin, his cock jerked, now fully erect, eight inches of thick, pulsing heat. My breath caught, my own arousal spiking as I stared at it, the head glistening with precum.

I poured more oil into my palms, letting it warm before wrapping my fingers around his cock. It was heavy, rock-hard, and scorching in my grip, the veins bulging under my touch. I stroked him slowly, coating every inch, and Ezra groaned, a deep, dirty sound that made my cunt clench harder. My pussy was a mess now, dripping so much I could feel it pooling beneath me, and I whimpered softly, unable to hide my need.

“Fuck, Isolde, you’re killing me,” he rasped, his hips bucking into my hand. His eyes locked onto mine again, and another surge of his Alpha power hit me, raw and commanding. It was like gasoline on a fire—my body ignited, my clit pulsing, my pussy gushing as I moaned, my hands tightening on his cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My free hand slipped between my legs, fingers plunging into my drenched slit. My cunt was slick and swollen, my clit hard as I rubbed it, the oil mixing with my juices. The sensation was electric, but it wasn’t enough—I was starving for him, my hunger driven to a frenzy by his Alpha influence.

Ezra’s gaze darkened, his voice a growl. “You touching that wet pussy while you stroke me?”

“Yes,” I panted, my fingers circling my clit as I worked his cock faster. “You’re making me so fucking horny.”

He grinned, feral and possessive. “Good. But I want your mouth on me. Suck my cock, Isolde.”

The command sent a shiver through me, my pussy spasming as I obeyed. I leaned down, my breath hot against his cock, and licked the precum from the tip, savoring the salty tang mixed with the oil’s sweetness. Then I took him in, my lips stretching around his thick shaft. He filled my mouth, heavy and pulsing, and I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the head.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hand fisting my hair, guiding me deeper. “Take it all, you greedy little slut.”

His words, laced with his Alpha power, drove me wild. I opened my throat, letting his cock slide as deep as it could until my nose pressed against his pelvis. My pussy gushed again, the slickness dripping down my legs as I bobbed my head, sucking him with desperate need. Drool and oil slicked my chin, the wet sounds filling the room as his moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained.

“Goddamn, Isolde—don’t stop,” he gasped, his hips thrusting into my mouth.

I hummed, the vibration making him shudder, and quickened my pace, one hand stroking his base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently. My own arousal was unbearable, my cunt clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing as I chased his pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, voice wrecked. “Swallow it all.”

I wanted it—needed it. I sucked harder, my tongue pressing against his shaft, and with a guttural roar, he came, his cock pulsing as hot, thick cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him until he went limp, his body trembling with aftershocks.

I stroked him through it, slower now, drawing out every shiver until he went limp, chest heaving. He grinned, pulling me down beside him. “Fucking incredible,” he said, and I nestled against him, the scent of oil and sex wrapping around us as we lay there, tangled.

But I was not satisfied. *When am I going to get my own orgasm?*