Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 118

Ezra's POV

I stared down at Isolde's flushed face, taking in every detail of her post-orgasmic state. Her cheeks were a delicious shade of pink, her lips parted as she caught her breath. Her full breasts rose and fell with each panting breath, marked with several light love bites I'd left on her soft skin. She was absolutely stunning—completely surrendered to the pleasure I'd given her.

Her skin glowed with a healthy sheen, completely immersed in the intense pleasure I'd brought her.

I'd never felt such profound satisfaction from simply watching someone's pleasure. With Isolde, everything was different—more intense, more meaningful. I ran my tongue across my lips, savoring her taste still lingering there. She was more intoxicating than the finest wine, more addictive than any substance I'd ever known. And yet, no matter how much I had of her, I wanted more.

Suddenly, her palm flattened against my bare chest. Her touch burned like a brand as she slid her hand down my abdomen, tracing the contours of my muscles until she reached my waistline. Then, with surprising boldness, she grasped my cock.

I couldn't stop the low groan that escaped me, my breath hissing through clenched teeth as my powerful body trembled slightly from the intense pleasure of her touch.

"You're really big," she said with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

I chuckled softly, feeling something warm and rich bloom in my chest—something that had nothing to do with desire. When had I last laughed like this? When had I last felt joy and lightness? I'd lost my smile, my capacity for pleasure, when I lost my first mate. But Isolde brought light and laughter back into my life, and I intended to cherish it.

"You're right," I replied, my eyes flashing gold as my wolf stirred. "You'll have to prepare yourself for what's coming."

She giggled shyly, but there was a challenging gleam in her eyes that made my cock throb in her hand.

Her touch was like a hot iron, searing and sweet.

She tightened her grip and skillfully ran her thumb along my ridge, displaying a talent that belied her innocent exterior.

"Oh... these... these will feel amazing," she said, her voice trembling slightly as Lyra clearly encouraged her to explore further.

"Isolde," I growled her name, my muscles tensing as my erection twitched in her hand. I was teetering on the edge, my wolf instincts nearly taking over completely.

Our eyes met, and she smiled. She fully wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked up and down while biting her lower lip gently.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers digging into the luxurious bedding as I felt a prickling sensation beneath my skin. The ache in my groin intensified, leaking fluid from the tip.

She collected the moisture with her thumb and spread it over my shaft as she continued to stroke me. Her lips pressed against my shoulder in a gentle kiss.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice teasing yet uncertain.

Though it would be easy to surrender to the pleasure, I didn't want this to end so quickly. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. I quickly grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away from me, fighting against every instinct screaming for release. I guided her hand above her head, pressing it into the silk sheets and interlacing our fingers.

"'Amazing' doesn't begin to describe it. I want more. I want all of you, Isolde," I said, my voice low and commanding.

I repositioned myself, aligning my tip with her entrance—that tantalizing source of heat. "I want all of you," I repeated, my eyes now completely gold, my wolf fully awake.

I thrust my hips forward, entering her, attempting to push in slowly while watching her reaction carefully.

"Ah!" A sharp cry escaped her lips as her body tensed, pain flashing across her features.

I immediately stopped, horror replacing desire as my protective Alpha instincts instantly overpowered my need to possess her. "Are you okay? Isolde?" I asked, concern filling my voice.

"Yes. I... this is my first time," she admitted, her face flushing deeper with embarrassment and discomfort.

Heat flooded my body as my eyes widened in shock. Guilt and fear warred with an overwhelming sense of possessiveness and satisfaction. "Fuck, Isolde, you should have told me. I almost tore you apart. Fuck!" My tone was both accusatory and concerned.

She whimpered beneath me, biting her nail as Lyra apparently comforted her in her mind.

"I'm sorry. I thought... I thought you would like it," she said softly.

My expression softened as I soothed her, my tone shifting to gentleness. Prime roared in my head to continue, but I pushed his demands aside.

"You don't need to apologize. We'll take it slow, okay? I won't hurt you," I promised.

She nodded. "Okay," she agreed, trust shining in her eyes.

I pressed a gentle, comforting kiss to her forehead—a gesture of profound significance among werewolves. My heart suddenly raced faster, pleased at the thought of claiming her innocence, yet feeling an odd sense of responsibility and protectiveness.

Positioning myself at her entrance again, I pushed just the tip in as carefully as possible, restraining my strength.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a cry, her fingers clutching the silk sheets tightly.

"Don't hold back, Isolde. Let it out, and if the pain is too much, don't be afraid to tell me to stop. As your Alpha, I need to know how you feel. Understand?" I instructed, my tone gentle but firm.

Warmth flickered in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, Alpha," she agreed.

I continued to push in carefully, entering just the tip, every muscle in my body tense with the effort of controlling my strength.

She squirmed beneath me, her entrance visibly stretching to accommodate me. She gripped my hand tightly, her other hand clutching my side. Her breathing came in short gasps, her eyes flickering slightly with gold.

I withdrew a little, giving her time to adjust, and she sighed with relief, looking down at where we were joined.

"It's so big. I don't know if I can..." she said tearfully.

"I know, baby. I know. You'll adjust—you were made for me, just relax" I assured her, the words both comfort and declaration of our destined connection.

I pushed just the tip in again, lowering my powerful body over hers, distracting her with kisses and gentle nips.

"Look at me, Isolde... how does it feel?" I asked.