Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 112

Ezra's POV

"Why did you make me stop?" Isolde demanded, her voice sharp, her body still quivering on the edge of release I’d so cruelly snatched away.

Inside me, Prime growled. *Look at her—pissed off and fucking desperate for us.*

I rose from my chair. I stalked toward the leather sofa where she sat, her legs spread, her glistening pussy on full display, begging for more. Every step was deliberate, my gaze pinning her in place.

"Because I enjoyed the show..." I purred, letting my voice drop to that deep, filthy tone that always made her scent spike with raw need. "But I got fucking jealous. So damn jealous."

She laughed, the sound cutting through the tension, laced with disbelief. "Jealous? Jealous of what?"

My wolf stirred, and I knew my eyes flickered gold for a split second. "Of whom?" I corrected, closing the gap between us until I could feel the heat radiating off her trembling body. "You."

"That's fucking ridiculous," she scoffed, but I could hear her heart pounding like a drum in her chest as I loomed over her. "The Alpha of Silver Moon is jealous of me touching my own cunt?"

I dropped to my knees before her, the movement smooth and commanding, my eyes burning with feral intent. "Because you were giving that sweet pussy so much pleasure. And I, as your Alpha, want to be the only one making you fucking scream."

Her breath hitched, a sharp gasp, as I gripped her thighs with firm hands, spreading them wider until her pink, tender slit was bared to me, glistening like a ripe peach.

My gaze dropped to her exposed core, and fuck, she was drenched, her folds so puffy and inviting, shimmering with her need. "You're soaking wet, like a goddamn ocean," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "Ready to take every fucking thing I give you... I bet this pretty little cunt tastes like heaven."

I dragged my eyes back to her face, catching the tension flickering in her expression. "What's that look in your eyes, little wolf? Are you tense, Isolde?"

She tried to steady her breathing, but it came in ragged, desperate pants. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.

"I'm not tense," she lied.

I didn’t bother with a reply. Instead, I dragged my thumb over her swollen clit, slow and deliberate, watching her whole body jolt under the touch. A pathetic little gasp slipped from her lips, her composure cracking as her eyes flashed with hints of gold.

"Our little wolf is so fucking sensitive, isn’t she?" I chuckled.

She pressed into my hand without thinking, her body a traitor to whatever defiance she clung to.

Her scent was a drug—sweet, musky, and so goddamn thick it made my cock ache. I could hear her pulse hammering, see the flush creeping over her skin, her massive tits heaving with every shallow breath, those full, heavy mounds begging to be sucked and bitten.

"You feel so fucking good, Isolde," I murmured, pressing my lips to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, so close to that sweet, dripping pussy I could taste her already. "Like pure fucking temptation. Innocent. Untainted. Nothing like the greedy bitches I’ve fucked before."

When I finally dove in, dragging my tongue in a long, slow lick over her throbbing clit, she damn near shattered beneath me. I attacked her with the same ruthless focus I brought to everything—methodical, relentless, and fucking devastating. I lapped at her juicy cunt, savoring the way her tender, pink folds quivered under my tongue, her taste exploding on my senses like the sweetest nectar.

Her whimpers filled the room, desperate little sounds as her pleasure skyrocketed. I could see her body tensing, those gorgeous, massive tits bouncing slightly with every shudder, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds.

"Did my little girl like that?" I rasped, my hot breath fanning over her soaked slit.

I worked my tongue harder, sucking her clit into my mouth, showing her the control that made me Alpha. She writhed under me, her scent sharpening with every flick, her breathing turning into erratic, needy gasps as her eyes flickered gold.

I slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries before they could echo too far, though part of me wanted the whole damn tower to hear her scream for her Alpha.

Just as she teetered on the edge of coming, I pulled back, leaving her gasping, her pink, dripping pussy throbbing visibly with unspent need. I watched her, hungry for every reaction, waiting for her breathing to settle before I’d start again.

*You’re fucking torturing her,* Prime growled. *And yourself, asshole.*

I drank in her reactions with satisfaction—the deep flush on her skin, her racing pulse, the way those huge, perfect tits rose and fell with every ragged breath. Prime snarled his approval inside me.

When I stopped a second time, she thrust her hips toward me on instinct, her wolf nature begging for more, desperate to have her greedy little cunt filled.

"Don't be such a greedy little slut, my little wolf," I warned, my tone a mix of dark playfulness and raw command. "In Silver Moon, every fucking thing happens at my pace."

My mouth returned, then licked her pussy, kept her trembling on the brink, her juicy pussy clenching with every touch.

"Come for me, my little wolf," I ordered, my voice a low, dominant growl. "Let me watch you fucking shatter for your Alpha."

The combination of my wicked tongue and unyielding command shoved her over the edge. She gasped, sighed, whimpered, and moaned as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shook violently, those massive tits jiggling with every convulsion, as she fought uselessly to hold onto some control against my relentless assault.

I locked eyes with her as she came.

Her climax hit so fucking hard her eyes rolled back, her body bucking and shuddering uncontrollably. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that turned into a loud, broken cry. This time, I didn’t silence her, reveling in the sound of her total surrender bouncing off the walls.

As the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed, her body slowly calmed, her eyes fading from wolf-gold back to human blue. I pulled my fingers away, pressing one last, lingering kiss to her still-pulsing, pink pussy before looking up at her with a mask of control, hiding the raging need still tearing through me.

"There you go. What you’ve been craving," I rasped, my voice rough with barely restrained hunger.

Still panting, she hit me with a question that cut deeper than I expected. "Why won't you properly mark me yet? Why doesn’t the Alpha of Silver Moon want to fully claim me?"

I gave her nothing but a smile as I stood, asking myself the same damn question. Why was I still holding back from claiming my second chance mate?

"Let's take a shower," I said, dodging her entirely.

*Just a little more patience, Isolde,* I thought, knowing full well the time was coming when I wouldn’t be able to resist the feral pull between us any longer.