Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 117

**Isolde's POV**

Ezra’s powerful hands clamped down on my trembling thighs, pinning me in place. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as his slick tongue dove into my glistening folds, licking, sucking, and nipping at my drenched pussy.

I leaned back, my arms braced behind me, gripping his muscular sides as my chest heaved with shallow, desperate breaths. Every flick of his wicked tongue sent waves of raw, electric pleasure crashing through me, building a tight, aching pressure in my dripping core. My skin prickled with heat, every nerve screaming from the relentless overstimulation of his dirty little assault.

I rolled my hips shamelessly, my chestnut hair whipping behind me as I ground my soaking cunt against his mouth, desperate for more of that sinful tongue.

“Please... please, Ezra. If you want me to beg like a whore, I’m begging now. Make me come!” I pleaded, my voice shaking.

He dragged the tip of his nose across my swollen clit, a cruel smirk curling his lips as he asserted his Alpha dominance over my trembling body. He inhaled my scent deeply, a primal, satisfied hum rumbling from his chest, making my core spasm with want.

I nearly shoved my dripping pussy down onto his face, aching for more contact.

“Not yet, I want more of this sweet cunt,” he commanded, his deep voice slicing through me, leaving no room for argument.

His massive hands roamed up my flat stomach to my heavy, aching tits, cupping and kneading them with rough, expert precision. His thick fingers pinched and rolled my hard nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit.

I moaned like a fucking slut, arching my back as the dual assault of his hands and mouth sent waves of blinding ecstasy through me, my pussy dripping even more for him.

“I want you to writhe for me,” he ordered, his Alpha command vibrating through the air like a goddamn law.

He grazed my inner thigh with his sharp teeth, sending a shiver through me, before soothing the sting with a slow, teasing lick. His tongue circled my clit, driving me to the edge, only to pull back at the last second like the cruel bastard he was. His fingers traced burning paths along my thighs, leaving me trembling and aching for more.

I gasped, nearly sobbing from the maddening push and pull of pleasure.

“I want you lost in ecstasy, drowning in a goddamn ocean of pleasure. No room for thoughts, just feeling. Just me owning this tight little pussy,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that made my core clench hard.

I felt phantom sensations rippling through my body, stroking and teasing every inch of me, like some primal energy was fucking me from the inside out, making my pussy weep with need.

“Ezra...” I cried out.

His tongue plunged inside my tight cunt, fucking me with relentless, brutal thrusts.

“Oh God, fuck!” I moaned, my inner walls clenching around his tongue as I bucked helplessly against his mouth, desperate to ride out the storm raging inside me. Lyra’s voice merged with my own raw sensations, a chorus of pure, slutty need.

One hand tangled in his dark hair, yanking hard as I rocked my hips, forcing his tongue deeper, craving more of that filthy pleasure. I was losing myself completely, my mind drowned in raw, primal desire, logic fucked right out of me.

I realized I’d become a creature of pure lust, a powerful woman taking pleasure from the Lycan King who knelt beneath me, worshipping my dripping pussy. This twisted reversal of power sent a surge of dark strength through me, making me feel like a goddamn queen.

I bounced on his face, grinding my sloppy wet cunt against his mouth with reckless abandon, driven by nothing but raw, animalistic lust.

Ezra responded with deep, encouraging growls that vibrated through my core, igniting an inferno of pleasure as golden light flared in his eyes, his wolf fully awake and hungry.

My body trembled violently with the desperate need for release, but it still wasn’t fucking enough—I craved a shattering, bone-deep climax that would break me.

As if hearing my silent, slutty plea, Ezra pulled his tongue from my aching hole and latched his lips around my swollen clit, sucking it hard into his hot, wet mouth, showing absolute mastery over my quivering body.

Ecstasy hit me like a fucking lightning bolt, searing through every nerve as pure, raw energy flooded me. My muscles locked tight with blinding pleasure, and I screamed, “Ezra, fuck!” My eyes slammed shut, head thrown back as sharp, sobbing cries tore from my throat. Heat exploded in my core, my pussy gushing as Lyra howled like a bitch in heat in my mind.

I collapsed forward, palms slamming against the bed, instinctively grinding my drenched cunt against his mouth, driven by pure, feral instinct to ride out every last wave.

His powerful hands gripped my ass, holding me steady and guiding my frantic movements, maintaining total control over the rhythm, owning me completely.

Another tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I cried out, clawing at the silken sheets as more hot, sticky slick poured from my pussy. I felt him drinking it down, lapping up every fucking drop like a starved beast, and the sensation of being so utterly consumed and accepted made my head spin with drunken lust.

“Please, no more... I can’t fucking take it!” I begged, my voice breaking as my core spasmed again, oversensitive and raw.

Ezra’s muscular arms tightened around me, and in one swift, powerful move, he flipped me onto my back, the soft silk sheets cool against my heated skin. He climbed over me, wedging his hips between my trembling thighs.

His gray eyes had turned completely gold—dangerous, feral, and fucking intense—as he stared down at me like a predator about to devour its helpless prey.

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my gaze to his.

“Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you,” he declared.