Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 205

Isolde's POV

The bedroom felt like a battlefield, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest as Ezra loomed over me.

My clothes lay in shredded pieces around us, the cold air of the penthouse brushing against my exposed skin.

I was pinned beneath him, his powerful frame holding me to the bed, and despite every rational thought screaming at me to fight back, my body was slowly betraying me.

"Ezra, please!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as I pushed against his chest with all my strength, trying to shove him away.

"Let me go! Don’t touch me!" My legs kicked wildly, my body twisting violently to break free from his grip, but my ample breasts—at least a E-cup, full and heavy—jiggled with every struggle, my nipples hardening from the cold air and tension, like two pink cherries, drawing his even hotter gaze.

His stare was unrelenting, a storm of lust and possessiveness.

My heartbeat surged, my mind feeling as if it were being invaded by something intangible, my body involuntarily relaxing as my inner defenses began to crumble.

"No… don’t…" I whispered, my voice growing weaker, my pushing hands losing their strength. His Alpha power ignited an uncontrollable heat within me, like a fire being lit, spreading from my lower abdomen to every part of my body.

My skin grew feverishly hot, my cheeks flushing with shameful redness, my body craving his touch against my will. The heat surged downward, my core—that tender, petal-like private place—beginning to moisten uncontrollably, my arousal seeping out, soaking my panties until they were dripping wet.

I bit my lower lip hard, trying to suppress the shameful desire, but my body’s honest reaction left me mortified.

"You’re mine, little wolf," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness, "You’ve always been mine."

His hands slid over my skin, roughly kneading my full breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples harshly, tugging at them with a sting of pain that somehow drew a moan from my lips.

My breath quickened, my body arching under the heat’s compulsion, craving more, even as my rationality weakly fought back.

"Damn it, I don’t want this…" I snarled, but my voice trembled with uncertainty and powerlessness.

His hand moved to my lower body, roughly rubbing my clit through my drenched panties, sending electric jolts of pleasure through me, making my legs spread involuntarily, yielding to his touch.

"No… stop…" I gasped, but deep inside, I was growing desperate to be filled, to be thoroughly fucked.

He yanked off my panties, exposing my pink, slick core, my pussy slightly parted with desire, my arousal trickling down my inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets, the scent of lust filling the air.

A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he gazed at my exposed intimacy, "Look at you, how badly you want me." His voice was low and teasing, and then he stripped off his pants, revealing his massive, intimidating cock—at least 8 inches long, thick as a wrist, veins bulging with a primal menace.

He roughly stroked it a few times, precum glistening at the tip, showing he was more than ready.

"No! Don’t come inside!" I screamed, making one last attempt to resist, but his Alpha power had already weakened my body, the deep-seated longing within me preventing any real pushback.

He parted my legs, aligning his enormous cock with my soaked entrance, and with a merciless thrust, he pushed in.

"Ah—!" I cried out in pain, my body trembling violently, feeling as though I were being torn apart.

His cock was too big, brutally stretching my tight passage, bringing an almost unbearable agony.

It had been a while since I’d been with him, and my body was no longer accustomed to his massive size; my pussy was as tight as a virgin’s, my inner walls forcibly stretched to their limit with every inch he pushed in, the pain so intense it nearly suffocated me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, trying to ease the excruciating torment, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. "It’s too big… it hurts… pull out…" I sobbed, my voice broken.

But he didn’t pull back; instead, he growled, his tone carrying a rough tenderness, "Bear it, little wolf, it’ll be over soon." He began to move slowly, each thrust rubbing against my tight walls, the pain gradually morphing into a strange kind of pleasure.

My body started to adapt to his size, every inch of me filled by him, bringing a satisfaction I’d never experienced before. The pain turned into ecstasy, my moans shifting from agony to wantonness, my legs wrapping around his waist of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts.

"Fuck, Isolde, you’re so damn tight," he gritted out near my ear, his voice hoarse with unrestrained desire. His hands gripped my hips tightly, roughly squeezing my flesh, nearly leaving marks, while his cock pounded into me relentlessly, drawing out continuous moans of pleasure.

His pace quickened, each thrust hitting my sensitive spots, waves of pleasure crashing over me until I screamed out in orgasm, my walls clamping down on his cock, contracting fiercely, almost pulling him into the abyss with me.

Ezra soon reached his peak as well, letting out a deep, guttural roar as his cock throbbed inside me, hot streams of cum shooting out, filling my womb deeply. He thrust one final time, hard, as if to etch his claim into the depths of my soul.

We collapsed together, panting heavily. His weight pressed me into the mattress, anchoring me from floating away entirely. For a brief moment, there was only the synchronized beating of our hearts and our shared breaths—a fragile peace amid the chaos.

But reality soon crept back in. With each slowing pulse, clarity returned, bringing with it regret—and anger at myself for completely surrendering. Tears stung my eyes once more as I realized what had just happened; I had not only lost the battle against him but also against myself.

Ezra lifted himself slightly, looking down at me; those golden eyes softened a bit, yet still burned with possessiveness, enough to make my stomach churn—not entirely unpleasantly, which only deepened my self-loathing.

"Why are you crying?" he asked quietly, yet with a commanding tone—an Alpha seeking answers, though no answer could ever suffice, for how could words capture such tangled pain?

I turned my gaze away, avoiding those searching eyes before they could see more—or what shouldn’t have been seen tonight—and rasped out, "Get off."

Then a heavy silence lingered, broken only by uneven breaths, until he finally shifted to the side rather than on top of me, maintaining the smallest physical distance between us, though we still radiated the afterglow of passionate flames…

Yet my mind spiraled uncontrollably, the lingering heat of his seed still warm within my womb. 

*What if… what if I got pregnant with his child?* The thought suddenly intruded into my mind, making my heartbeat quicken once more. 

*Wouldn't that change everything?* I didn’t dare dwell on it, yet I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the potential consequences—would it be a shackle, or some unforeseen salvation?