Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 137

Isolde's POV

"Did you disobey me?" Ezra demanded, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of his penthouse bedroom. "Did you come?"

"No, no. I swear I didn't," I replied hastily, my voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and fear.

He clearly didn't believe me. He suddenly pushed me backward onto his luxurious bed. Before I could react, he was kneeling over me, one strong hand pressing down on my sternum, pinning me in place. The weight wasn't painful, but it demonstrated his complete control over me.

"I don't believe you," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

His free hand slid between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. A cold smirk curved his lips as his fingers encountered the slick wetness there.

"So wet," he murmured, sliding one long finger inside me. "Your body betrays you, little wolf."

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips as his finger curled inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur.

"Silence," he commanded. "Not a sound unless I permit it."

I bit my lower lip hard, struggling to obey as he added a second finger, stretching me deliciously.

"Put your arms above your head," he ordered, his voice deep and absolute. "And spread your legs."

Trembling, I complied, raising my arms over my head and parting my thighs wider. I prayed I could endure whatever he planned to do next.

Ezra's golden eyes remained locked on my face as his fingers worked inside me, waiting for the telltale contractions that would signal my approaching climax. I could feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge already, my inner walls tightening around his fingers.

His hand moved from my sternum to my breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh before pinching my hardened nipple between his fingers. Electric pleasure shot through my body, making my thighs tremble and my back arch involuntarily. I clenched my teeth to maintain silence, breathing harshly through my nose.

I could feel his massive cock pressing against my thigh, hot and hard even through the fabric of his pants.

"You know what?" Ezra's voice dropped even lower. "On all fours."

He flipped me over so suddenly my head hit the velvet pillows. I immediately understood his intention, and a mixture of fear and excitement coursed through me. Getting onto my hands and knees, I felt his hot, hard erection pressed against my stinging backside. My inner walls clenched with need, and I let out a desperate moan, wiggling my hips, silently begging to be filled.

One of his hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back and holding them there. His other hand continued to stroke between my legs, teasing my sensitive bundle of nerves. I couldn't help but cry out as the dual sensations overwhelmed me.

His fingers slid inside me again, and I sobbed, my body going rigid with pleasure and pain mingling together. I was so close to the edge, desperate for release yet terrified of disobeying his command not to come.

He pressed against me, guiding his thick length to my entrance. I cried out as he began to push inside, my entire body trembling.

"Take it, Isolde," he said, his voice suddenly gentler as he pushed all the way in.

The burning stretch and fullness was almost too much. I could barely breathe, tears forming in my eyes. Ezra remained still above me, his breathing heavy, his hands still gripping my wrists tightly.

Something fragile broke inside my chest, and tears silently slid down my cheeks. I trembled beneath him, whispering, "Ezra." He growled in response. "Please fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He pulled out and slammed back in with brutal force. I let out a broken, grateful sob, Lyra howling within me. Each thrust was more powerful than the last, drawing moans from me with every impact. Despite the sting, pleasure built rapidly as my sensitive spot was stimulated and my nipples brushed against the high-quality fabric of his bedsheets.

"Please," I begged, meeting his thrusts with my own movements. "Please don't stop."

Ezra released my wrists, one hand gripping my hip while the other braced against the mattress. He pulled back onto his knees, bringing me with him so I was kneeling in front of him, his body still joined with mine from behind. One foot planted firmly on the mattress for leverage, his hands gripped my hips as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I was incoherent with pleasure, crying out as his body slapped against mine. The new angle allowed him to reach impossibly deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars.

"Please let me come? Alpha, please," I begged, barely recognizing my own voice.

His hand reached around to rub my swollen clit roughly, triggering an immediate chain reaction inside me. I gasped, bucking against him as my inner walls began to rhythmically contract. My mind went blank with pleasure.

"Ezra! Oh God, Ezra, I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cried out, unable to hold back.

He let out a satisfied animal growl, his eyes completely gold now. Thrusting his thick cock deep into my trembling body one final time, he shuddered and roared as he found his own release inside me.

I collapsed forward, sobbing, wondering why something so sweet and passionate had to happen in such a cold way. Lyra whimpered inside me, equally confused and hurt.

I woke the next morning to find Ezra long gone. I wasn't surprised. The era of his special treatment was over. Last night he had been emotionless and hard, caring nothing for my feelings.

I realized I was now just another girl in Silver Moon's Moon Alliance Program, valuable only in bed. The knowledge sat heavy as lead in my stomach.

Turning to the bedside table, I noticed a note in Ezra's precise handwriting: "Report to the training center as long as you're not seeing this after 1 PM."

The electronic clock on the wall showed 8:00 AM. I sighed in disappointment, wishing I could avoid training. I also noticed he was giving instructions as commands now, not giving me choices like he used to. With a soft sigh and a heart that felt like it was being sliced open, I walked toward his luxurious bathroom.

Under the hot spray of the shower, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

Memories of sweeter times with Ezra flooded my mind. Why couldn't he accept that we were mates? Why couldn't I be accepted by him and the higher-ups at Silver Moon? Why had he pulled me so close only to push me away at the slightest inconvenience? Why was I so unlucky in love?

I thought about Kieran, who had betrayed me with my step-sister Sybilla, and now Alpha Ezra. Maybe I was cursed by the Moon Goddess. I sobbed in the luxurious shower stall, my eyes red and face haggard as the hot water washed away the marks Ezra had left on my body.

I wanted to cry so badly. This hurt ten times worse than breaking up with Kieran because I knew Ezra was my mate, and he was refusing to acknowledge it.