Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 116

Isolde's POV

I stepped into Ezra's sprawling penthouse, my eyes drinking in the opulent surroundings as I crossed the threshold.

My gaze landed on Ezra standing by the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me. He was clad in nothing but a pair of low-slung pants, his broad, chiseled back fully exposed. Every hard muscle gleamed under the city lights streaming through the glass, a breathtaking display of raw power.

*I can feel his beastly hunger.* Lyra purred wickedly in my mind.

"You don't need to bother with clothes, Isolde," Ezra growled suddenly, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a shiver straight to my dripping core. "I'm gonna eat you right now."

A bolt of raw, electric lust shot through me at his filthy words. My skin burned with heat, and I stood rooted to the spot, my mind reeling with what "eat" could mean. My nipples hardened under my thin top, aching for his touch, as my pussy slickened with desperate need.

*He wants to fuck us!* Lyra squealed in my head, her excitement mirroring the wet heat pooling between my legs. *Give in to him!*

"Get on the bed, now," Ezra ordered, his deep, authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience as he turned to face me, his piercing gaze locking with mine.

There was something feral in his eyes tonight—darker, hungrier, more primal. My body moved on instinct, drawn to his command, and I walked to the massive, custom-built bed, lying down on my back, my chest heaving as my breaths came in short, needy gasps.

I watched, mesmerized, as the Silver Moon CEO stalked toward me, completely naked. My eyes dropped to his thick, heavy cock—eight fucking inches of pure, veiny perfection. It hung between his powerful thighs like a goddamn weapon, the sheer girth and length making my mouth water and my pussy clench with raw, aching desire. I knew once it was fully hard, it’d stretch me to my limits, and the thought alone made my inner walls quiver with anticipation.

Ezra climbed onto the bed, his movements predatory as he parted my trembling legs and settled between them. His silver-gray eyes glinted with dangerous lust as he lowered himself over me. I felt the hot, velvety tip of his massive cock brush against my inner thigh, teasing my soaking entrance, and the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with his raw Alpha pheromones flooded my senses, making me dizzy with want.

He leaned down, his intense gaze raking over my face like a hunter sizing up his prey. My cheeks flamed with heat, and I turned away, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of shyness despite the filthy things we’d already done. My pussy, however, betrayed me, throbbing and dripping with need.

"What is it?" Ezra asked, his voice sliding over my skin like molten silk, dripping with dominance.

"You’re making me shy," I admitted, my fingers clutching the sheets.

"Am I?" he teased, a smirk curling his lips.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling as my clit pulsed under his gaze.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Ezra leaned closer, claiming my lips in a searing, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, fucking it with slow, deliberate strokes, dominating every inch as I moaned softly against him, my body melting under his control.

"Isolde, I can smell your wet little cunt," Ezra growled, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of my arousal, his words making my pussy spasm with need.

His powerful hands gripped my hips, lifting me with effortless strength and positioning me to straddle his prone, sculpted torso. I gasped, my eyes widening as my chestnut curls tumbled around my flushed face. My hands pressed against his rock-hard chest for balance, feeling the heat and power radiating from him as my slick pussy hovered just above his skin.

"I need to taste every inch of you... I need to drink that sweet pussy juice," Ezra rasped, golden flecks dancing in his eyes as raw hunger consumed his features.

I stared at him, my breath hitching as a wave of heat surged straight to my throbbing core. "You... you want what?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as my clit ached for his touch.

Ezra’s smirk was pure sin as his gaze dropped to my exposed, dripping pussy. He tugged me forward slightly, letting my wetness smear across his chest, marking him with my scent as my body trembled.

"I want my tongue buried deep in your tight little cunt," he growled, his voice thick with lust, each word sending a jolt of raw need through me.

My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat. "Oh, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my face burning.

I pressed my hands against his broad shoulders, trying to stop him, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. I covered my face, mortified by how much I wanted it. "Wait, wait! I... you... you want me to sit on your face?" I stuttered, my voice shaking.

Ezra’s strong fingers wrapped around my wrists, pulling my hands down with gentle but firm control. He kissed my palm, his lips hot and soft against my skin, sending a shiver straight to my aching pussy.

"You’ve got nothing to be afraid of, my little girl," he assured me, his voice brimming with unshakable confidence as his eyes burned into mine.

I gazed into his gray eyes, seeing raw adoration and savage hunger mirrored there, and my resistance crumbled. "I’m not afraid of you... I’m just... so shy," I admitted.

Ezra chuckled, the deep vibration sending a pulse of pleasure through my dripping core. "You shouldn’t be shy. I’m gonna make you scream with pleasure," he promised, his gaze sharpening with intent.

He took one of my fingers into his hot, wet mouth, sucking it with slow, deliberate swirls of his tongue before pulling it out with a lewd pop, showcasing the skill I knew he’d use on my pussy. My breath hitched, my body trembling with anticipation.

"I crave you, Isolde. I’m starving for your sweet cunt," he growled, his voice rough and dripping with primal need.

Another wave of raw, desperate lust crashed over me, my heart pounding as Lyra’s excited moans echoed in my mind, urging me to give in.

"Okay," I whispered, nodding shakily, my pussy dripping with anticipation.

Ezra let out a low, guttural growl, his hands gripping my round ass with bruising force as he yanked me forward, positioning my knees on either side of his head, his Alpha strength making me feel utterly powerless and so fucking turned on.

My body quaked as I felt his hot, ragged breath against my soaking wet center.

"You’re so wet for me," he rasped, looking up at me with gray eyes flashing gold, his voice thick with possession. "And you’re all mine."

His lips crashed against my throbbing pussy, his tongue dragging up my slit in a slow, torturous stroke, the tip flicking over my swollen clit with perfect, maddening pressure. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. "Ezra!" My hips jerked uncontrollably as pleasure exploded through me. "Oh God!" This felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced—raw, filthy, and so fucking intense.