Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 113

Isolde' POV

The morning after, I woke up with a groan.

Memories of last night flooded my mind—Ezra's mouth on my pussy, his skilled tongue bringing me to a climax so intense I'd nearly blacked out.

And then... nothing. He hadn't answered my question about marking me. Instead, he'd simply led me to the shower, and afterward we'd watched some movie I could barely remember before falling asleep.

I buried my face in the pillow, mortification washing over me in waves. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

What was Ezra waiting for? I'd never felt so comfortable with anyone before—not even with Kieran during our two years together. Being with Ezra felt natural, like I'd known him my entire life. So why was he holding back?

I groaned again as I sat up, blinking blearily at the empty space beside me. The CEO of Silver Moon's side of the bed was vacant, the sheets already cool to the touch.

"Workaholic!" I grumbled, squinting as I slid out of bed. Of course he'd already left for the office. What did I expect?

"You're awake."

I gasped, my entire body jolting with shock as I spun around. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I found Ezra standing just a few feet away, watching me with those intense gray eyes.

Holy shit. The man was completely shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and tousled, water droplets sliding down his perfectly sculpted abs. Goddess above! This man could make me wet first thing in the morning without even trying.

"Ezra, you scared me!" I exclaimed, clutching at my chest dramatically.

He chuckled softly, the sound doing strange things to my insides. "I didn't mean to."

"I thought you'd already gone to the company," I said, trying not to stare at the way his muscles flexed with every slight movement.

"But I'm here," he replied simply, his lips curving into that small, enigmatic smile that drove me crazy.

He moved closer, stopping just in front of me, his gray eyes glinting with something dangerous and alluring.

"Since you're already showered, do you need me to pick out your clothes for today?" I offered, desperately trying to escape his overwhelming presence before I did something embarrassing like begging him to fuck me.

"No..." he replied, his voice a low rumble. "That won't be necessary. The servants have already prepared them."

I frowned. "Servants came in this morning?"

Ezra nodded casually. "Yes. She just left not long ago. Other servants brought breakfast as well."

My scalp prickled with tension, my heartbeat quickening, my body growing hot. "Other servants came too?" I asked, my voice sharper than intended.

Ezra looked slightly surprised. "Yes, they did."

"And they all came in here and saw me sleeping in this bed? Your bed? While you were in the shower?" The words tumbled out in a rush, each one more horrified than the last.

His eyebrow arched. "You make it sound like you've been awake for a while. Were you just pretending to be asleep?"

"I wasn't pretending!" I shouted.

He actually took a step back, clearly shocked by my sudden outburst. I was pretty shocked myself.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry," I said immediately, my voice dropping. "I... I didn't mean to raise my voice at you. It's just that hearing the servants came in and saw me sleeping in your bed really threw me."

Ezra seemed genuinely confused. "They wouldn't expect to see you sleeping on the floor."

"That's not..." I tried to explain, fumbling for words. "It's the timing."

"What timing? What's wrong with the timing?" He looked completely baffled.

In my mind, I could see it clearly—servants coming in early morning, seeing me in the Silver Moon CEO's bed, like I was his... wife. God, what a delusion!

"Never mind," I sighed, feeling ridiculous. "It's not important."

"Don't overthink it, Isolde. It's not a big deal," Ezra said, stepping forward to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Go freshen up. I need to get dressed."

I nodded lifelessly and headed toward the bathroom, my mind a jumbled mess.

After my shower, I walked into Ezra's massive closet and grabbed one of his white dress shirts. I slipped it on without bothering with underwear and returned to the bedroom.

When Ezra saw me, a brilliant smile spread across his face. "I like you in my clothes."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Really?"

"Yes."

"I like wearing your clothes," I admitted. "Your scent stays on me."

His eyes darkened slightly. "You like my scent?"

"Do you even need to ask?" I replied.

Ezra extended his hand. "Come here."

I gladly accepted, and he guided me to sit on his lap. His arms encircled me, warm and secure.

"You're beautiful," he said suddenly.

The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt my face flush deeply. Embarrassed by my reaction, I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

Ezra chuckled, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Very beautiful."

"Thank you," I mumbled against his skin.

"Orion told me about what happened at the training grounds yesterday," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious.

I lifted my head. "Security Director Orion?"

"Yes. He said Nyssa won seven out of ten matches..."

"She did," I admitted, trying to sound casual. "She's better than me."

"No, she's not!" Ezra's voice was sharp, almost angry. "Tell me the truth, Isolde."

I shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "I was feeling a bit off yesterday morning... nothing major."

His expression softened slightly. "If you're still not feeling well today, you can skip training."

"But it's just—"

"Understand?" he interrupted, his voice calm but firm.

I pressed my lips together and nodded. "Understood."

"Good girl."

His gaze dropped to my chest, where his shirt gaped open. He slowly undid two buttons, exposing more of my skin. His right hand caressed my breasts, moving from one to the other with deliberate slowness.

I giggled. "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he took one breast into his mouth and began to suck. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through my body.

"Are you serious right now?" I giggled again.

"Mmhmm," he hummed against my skin.

"Out there you act like the powerful Lycan King, but really you're just a baby who wants to suck my milk," I teased.

He released my breast long enough to look at me with mock seriousness. "This does not leave this room." Then he gripped my back more tightly and took my breast in his mouth again.

I laughed out loud, my hands threading through his hair as I watched him suckle like a hungry newborn. The feeling traveled all the way to my toes. It felt so good. I was already wet.

Ezra looked up at me, his eyes intense. "About that question you asked last night."

I frowned, momentarily unable to recall. "What question?"

His gaze bore into mine. "That question."

"Oh..."

He looked down at my breasts, then back up to my face. "Yes. The answer is... soon."

Sparks exploded inside me at his words. He was going to fuck me and claim me soon!