Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 338

Isolde's POV

The kiss came without warning. One moment we were standing in my villa's living room, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife, and the next his lips were on mine like we were two magnets pulled together by some cosmic force I couldn't fight.

My mind went blank. Completely fucking blank.

His lips were soft yet firm, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him—that shimmering, electric warmth that made my knees weak.

The kiss was full of passion and urgency, like he was trying to tell me something with his mouth that words couldn't express. Our breaths mingled, and for a moment, it felt like the entire villa had disappeared. Like there was nothing in the world except him and me, and I never wanted it to end.

Then suddenly, it stopped. The warmth was replaced by cold air that brought nothing but disappointment. We stood in complete silence, only the garden lights outside the window flickering in the darkness.

We stared at each other, both breathing hard.

"Isolde." My name rolled off his tongue like a prayer.

A shiver ran through my entire body, and I felt a burning ache between my legs that made me press my thighs together. Lyra was practically bouncing around in my head, desperate to connect with his wolf Prime.

"I'm going crazy with all this constant fighting every time we see each other," Ezra said, his voice rough. "I don't want Lillian to be a barrier between us anymore. Let's learn to get along. Again."

Before I could respond, he pulled me against him, his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in my hair. I could feel him breathing me in—a distinctly werewolf way of recognizing a mate. Then he pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head.

Such a simple gesture, but it made me feel like I was floating. The embrace and his touch intensified that ache between my legs.

I needed him to kiss me again. I needed him to touch me.

Calmly, I pulled away from his embrace and stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. Lyra was cheering me on every step of the way.

He froze for exactly three seconds, then his hands found my waist and pulled me closer. The Alpha power and presence surrounded me as he deepened the kiss, and I kissed him back with everything I had, trying to tell him with my actions that these fights were driving me crazy too, that I couldn't deny the chemistry between us anymore.

Somehow—I honestly couldn't remember how—we made it from the living room filled with our heated breathing and quiet moans up the stairs to my master bedroom. Now we were both naked on my king-sized bed, and I was so fucking turned on I could barely think straight.

Alpha Ezra had just removed my last piece of underwear.

He stared down at my body and cursed, "Damn!"

He breathed hard. "Your body... it's going to be the death of me, Isolde. I'm losing my fucking mind."

Under his intense gaze, I almost felt shy.

He positioned himself between my thighs, and I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my soaked slit, hot and heavy. He kissed my forehead, slow and tender, then claimed my lips again, before trailing down to my neck where he sucked hard.

I was so high on him I thought I might combust right there from pure, raw need.

His greedy mouth found my left tit, while his rough hand groped the right, kneading it hard. Electric shocks blasted through me, my werewolf senses cranking every touch to eleven. He sucked on my nipple like a starving man, biting down just enough to make me gasp, his dark eyes locked on mine, burning with feral hunger.

I moaned like a fucking slut, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair, pulling hard. When he flicked his tongue over my stiff peak, I felt the first orgasm building, hot and fast, coiling tight in my core.

He dragged his mouth down my body, leaving a trail of scorching, wet kisses that made my skin buzz, until he reached my dripping cunt.

I couldn’t help it—I whimpered his name, “Ezra.”

Before he dove in, he looked up at me with a slow, panty-melting grin that damn near stopped my heart.

I knew he was about to wreck me, make me scream until I forgot my own fucking name, cumming over and over until I was a trembling mess.

His tongue flicked against my throbbing clit with inhuman fucking accuracy, and I collapsed back onto the bed, biting my lip to choke down the loud-ass moan clawing its way out. Desire drowned me, thick and heady. I gripped his hair, yanking hard, my hips bucking up to grind against his mouth, greedy for more.

“Fuck, Ezra, that feels so goddamn good,” I gasped, voice shaking with need.

When his tongue shoved inside my tight, dripping hole, I screamed, caught off guard by the raw pleasure. He looked up.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I’ve craved this?” he growled, his voice a dangerous mix of man and beast. “Since the first goddamn second I saw you at Silver Moon Tower.”

I shook my head, words failing me, my mind too fucked to form a coherent thought.

He went back to work, eating my pussy like a man possessed, and I squirmed so hard he had to pin my hips down with his iron grip.

When he swirled his tongue around my clit again, sucking hard, the orgasm slammed into me like a fucking tidal wave.

I screamed, my body convulsing, shaking like I’d been zapped with raw energy, and then he bit down lightly on my sensitive bud, and I lost my fucking mind, cumming again, harder, my juices coating his mouth.

He prowled back up my body, his thick, hard cock dragging against my slick, swollen folds, teasing me mercilessly.

“Please,” I begged, tears of desperate need stinging my eyes. “Fucking mark me, Ezra. Make me yours.”

“Is that what you want?” he snarled, his voice layered with human roughness and wolfish hunger. “You wanna be my Luna?”

He ground his rigid shaft against my aching clit, the friction sending another unexpected orgasm exploding through me. I cried out, trembling and writhing under his control, feeling the mate bond snap into place, a primal tether forming between us.

Finally, he lined the thick, throbbing head of his cock up with my dripping entrance and pushed in slow, stretching my tight pussy around his massive girth, whispering hot against my ear, “My Luna. My mate.”

I saw fucking stars and moons, my vision exploding with light as Lyra fully merged with me, and I felt Prime’s raw, dominant presence surge through the bond too.

This was it. This was every damn thing I’d ever needed.