Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 111

EZRA'S POV

"Tonight, I want you to do more than just bathe for my eyes," I growled, my voice thick with lust as I leaned against the bathroom doorway, drinking in Isolde's every move.

She glanced up, her eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and heat. "Oh?"

Prime, my wolf spirit, rumbled with dark delight inside me. *She’s gonna put on a filthy show for us,* he snarled.

*Quiet,* I snapped at him, forcing my focus back to her.

Isolde stood there, her skin still kissed by faint bruises from her so-called "fall"—a lie I didn’t buy. But that could wait. Right now, my cock was straining at the thought of what I wanted from her.

"Get in that shower, crank the water, and fuck yourself with your fingers while I watch," I commanded, my gaze burning into her as her eyes widened with a delicious mix of shock and want.

Her scent hit me like a punch—sweet, wet arousal flooding the air. Her pulse hammered at her throat, her body screaming her need.

"I-I don’t know what you mean," Isolde stuttered, but her body betrayed her, thighs clenching as her cheeks flushed.

I arched a brow, letting my eyes glow with molten gold. "Which part?"

"The part about… touching myself," she whispered, her voice trembling with a cocktail of fear and desire.

A dark chuckle rumbled from my chest as I let my Alpha aura flood the room, thick and heavy. She shivered, her body bowing to it instinctively.

I stalked closer, my lips grazing her ear before sliding down her neck, tasting her pulse. "Isolde," I purred, my voice a sinful caress. "Start with your hair, then your face, your throat. Then those perfect tits—squeeze them, pinch your nipples until they’re hard and begging. Slide your hands down your stomach, spread those thighs wide, and tease that dripping pussy until I say otherwise."

Her skin erupted in goosebumps, her body quaking as my filthy words sank in. Her scent grew sharper, muskier, screaming her need.

"Find that swollen clit and rub it until you’re screaming, until you come so hard you soak the floor," I rasped, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.

Her breaths came in desperate pants, and I grinned, reveling in her surrender. My eyes blazed gold, predatory and ravenous.

"Now, get in there and fuck yourself for me," I ordered.

Isolde’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with disbelief. For a moment, I thought she’d balk. But then, with a sultry sway of her hips, she sauntered to the shower, every step a tease. My gaze devoured her ass as she moved.

She stepped under the spray, water sluicing over her naked curves, glistening on her skin like liquid sin. The marble floor caught the streams pooling at her feet.

"You’re fucking gorgeous, Isolde," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Never forget it."

She didn’t answer, just let the water drench her as she braced herself to obey. Our mate bond hummed between us, a pulsing reminder of the fire we both tried to deny.

Fuck her now, Prime growled. She’s ours. Stop watching and bury your cock in her.

I shoved him down, focusing on Isolde’s trembling hands. Her heart pounded louder than the water, her nervousness palpable.

"Do it. Now. You’re already soaked," I said, my tone leaving no room for defiance.

Isolde’s breath caught, and she dragged her fingers down her neck, circling her pulse point. Her eyes locked on her own reflection, but mine were glued to her, my Alpha scent choking the air.

I stood a few feet away, legs spread, arms crossed, my erection painfully obvious through my tailored pants. I didn’t bother hiding it.

"Why do you want me to finger myself?" Isolde asked, her voice dripping with seduction as she kneaded her tits, her nipples hardening under her palms. Her eyes dared me, bold and defiant.

I exhaled sharply, my eyes flashing gold. "Because I knew it’d be a fucking masterpiece, and I’m not wrong. You have no idea how bad I want to shove you against that wall and fuck you senseless."

"Then why hold back?" she taunted, her fingers still working her breasts, her voice a challenge that made Prime roar.

*She’s begging for it! Take her!* he howled.

I smirked, giving her nothing. Control was my crown—I was the Lycan King, and I wore it well.

Isolde kept one hand on her breast, the other sliding down her stomach. She spread her legs wider, her fingers gliding over her slick folds, water cascading over her like a lover’s touch.

I sucked in a breath, my eyes locked on her pussy.

"Is this what you want, Alpha?" she purred, her voice thick with lust.

I nodded, my throat tight as I swallowed.

Then, to my shock, Isolde stepped out of the shower, water dripping down her body like a pornographic dream. "Standing’s no good for this view. Come with me," she said, her tone commanding.

I followed, intrigued by her audacity.

She grabbed my wrist, her fingers pressing against my racing pulse, and led me to the bedroom. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, framing her like a goddess.

In the living area, Isolde sank onto the leather sofa, spreading her legs wide to show me her glistening cunt. Our mate bond thrummed, electric and undeniable.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes flicking between her face and her exposed pussy, torn between devouring her expression and her body. Prime was losing it, demanding I claim her.

Her fingers slid to her folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate circles. Her eyes held mine, daring me to break.

I shifted on the couch, my cock straining as I fought to stay still. My eyes were all wolf now, feral and hungry.

"Am I pleasing you, Alpha?" she asked, her voice a sultry taunt as she used my title to fuck with me.

"You’re fucking killing me, Isolde," I rasped, my voice raw with need.

Her fingers dipped deeper, one sliding into her tight heat. Her legs trembled, her knees buckling as she worked herself faster. The mate bond roared between us.

She lifted her knees, spreading wider, her pussy on full display. Her fingers flew over her clit, then plunged inside, fucking herself with abandon.

Isolde threw her head back, moaning like a whore, her lip caught between her teeth. Her arousal was a thick cloud, driving me insane.

Her skin flushed, her body burning with pleasure. She was too far gone to care, riding the edge, chasing her climax to prove a point.

Just as her moans peaked, I barked, "Stop."

She froze, yanking her fingers from her dripping cunt. Her pussy throbbed, aching for release, but I’d stolen it. The mate bond pulsed with her need.

Isolde glared, her eyes flashing with defiance.

She didn't want to stop now.

*Good,* I thought.