Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 172

ISOLDE'S POV

With a swift, effortless motion, Ezra scooped me up into his arms, his muscles flexing under my thighs as he carried me. My pulse hammered as he bypassed the bedroom, instead lowering me onto the thick, luxurious rug in the center of the living room. The soft fibers brushed against my skin.

He knelt over me, his golden eyes blazing with a wolfish hunger that sent a shiver straight to my core.

He grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped it clean off my body. The fabric tore with a sharp, thrilling sound, leaving me bare and trembling beneath him.

My large breasts spilled free, heavy and full, my nipples already hard from the cool air and his intense gaze.

Ezra’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his hands immediately cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples.

"Your tits are unreal!"

I moaned, arching into his touch, the pleasure shooting straight to my tender pussy, which was already dripping with juice.

He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. His mouth descended on my chest, sucking one nipple into a tight, aching peak while his hand kneaded the other.

His tongue flicked and teased, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I writhed beneath him.

“Ezra, ” I whimpered, my pussy throbbing with need, desperate for his touch. But he was relentless, switching to the other breast, his hand sliding down my stomach to tease the edge of my panties.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips swollen and eyes wild. With a rough tug, he ripped off my panties, leaving me completely exposed. His gaze raked over my body, lingering on my slick, tender pussy.

Then he was stripping himself, revealing the hard lines of his muscles and his cock—thick, long, and already leaking with precum. My mouth watered at the sight, and I reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other roamed over my curves.

“Not yet, love,” he growled. “I want to taste you first.”

Before I could protest, his mouth was between my legs, his tongue flicking over my clit with precision. I screamed, my hips bucking up as pleasure exploded through me. He didn’t hold back—licking, sucking, devouring me like a starving man.

When he pushed two fingers inside my tight, tender pussy, curling them against that perfect spot, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me.

But Ezra wasn’t done. He rose up, his cock hard and glistening, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching my pussy to its limit. “Fuck!” I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move.

The feeling was indescribable—his massive cock filling me completely, every inch of him rubbing against my sensitive walls. It was almost too much, the way he stretched me, claimed me.

My large breasts bounced with each thrust, my nipples brushing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He fucked me hard and fast, each thrust slamming into me with a force that made my whole body shake. The rug was soft beneath me, but his power was unrelenting. My pussy clenched around him, already on the edge again, and when I came, it was with a scream that echoed through the room.

Of course he didn’t stop. I bet he would never stop.

He just slowed his pace, dragging his cock out inch by inch, torturing me with the delicious friction, before slamming back in. “Ezra, stop!” I begged, my voice raw with need.

He smirked, a dark, seductive edge to it. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

In a flash, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air as he gripped my hips. He thrust into me from behind, his cock hitting even deeper, making my large breasts sway beneath me, my nipples grazing the rug with each movement. The sensation was overwhelming, and I moaned loudly, lost in the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me. My mind was blank, consumed by the feeling of him inside me, owning me.

Then he pulled me up, my chest against his chest, and stood, lifting me off the ground with ease. I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist as he held me in the air, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Ezra—what—” I started, but the words turned into a scream as he began to fuck me like that, standing, holding me up as if I weighed nothing. His strength was unreal, and the angle—God, the angle—had him hitting spots I didn’t know existed. My pussy clenched around him as I came again, my juices dripping down his thighs.

“You like that?” he snarled, his voice pure alpha, and all I could do was moan, completely lost in the ecstasy.

He carried me to the wall, pinning me against it, and fucked me even harder, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies.

My legs shook, my screams grew hoarse, and still, he didn’t stop. Another orgasm crashed over me, and I felt him tense, his cock pulsing as he came inside me, hot and thick, filling me up.

But the night wasn’t over. He carried me to the bed, laying me down only to flip me onto my stomach again.

He spread my legs wide and entered me from behind once more, this time slower, deeper, drawing out every sensation until I was begging for release.

Then he pulled my legs over his shoulders, standing at the edge of the bed, and fucked me so deep I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

Position after position, he fucked me—on top of him, riding his cock until my thighs burned; against the headboard, my hands braced as he slammed into me; even bent over the dresser, watching myself in the mirror as he fucked me.

Each one felt impossible, each one pushed me to the edge of sanity, and I came so many times I lost count, my body a quivering, dripping mess of pleasure.

By the time we‘d done fucking, we collapsed onto the bed, sweat-soaked and breathless. Ezra pulled me into his arms, his touch now tender as he kissed my forehead. “I love you, Isolde,” he whispered, his voice ragged.

“I love you too,” I murmured, my body spent but my heart full. Lyra purred within me, sated and content, and as I drifted off in his embrace, I knew this was only the start of us—wild, unbreakable, and forever.