Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 6

Sybilla's POV

 

When he kissed me, I let myself sink into it. Forget tomorrow, forget Isolde, forget the mess of our lives. For just this moment, I wanted to feel needed, wanted, chosen.

 

In the hours that followed, in the darkness of his bedroom, our bodies tangled together once more.

 

His kisses were rough and urgent, his tongue tasting of liquor as it plundered my mouth like he wanted to devour me, his teeth biting down hard on my lower lip, the sting mixing with a shuddering thrill.

 

His hands wasted no time tearing at my black dress, the fabric roughly yanked up to my waist, exposing my bare thighs and the sheer lace of my panties.

 

He growled, his fingers sliding under the edge of my panties, diving straight into my already soaked pussy, mercilessly rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds, his fingertips roughly grazing my clit until I couldn’t hold back the slutty moans escaping my lips, my body arching involuntarily to meet his assault.

 

“Fuck, Sybilla, your filthy little cunt is still so tight, gripping my fingers like it’s gonna snap them,” he panted, his voice low and hoarse, brimming with raw, animalistic desire, like a beast snarling.

 

He ripped off my panties in one swift motion, tossing them to the floor, then unzipped his pants, freeing his already rock-hard cock, the thick shaft pulsing with veins, the tip glistening with precum, radiating a potent masculine scent.

 

His fingers pumped inside my dripping hole, the wet, obscene squelching sounds echoing in the quiet room. I bit my lip, trying to stifle more moans, but my body betrayed me, my legs spreading wider on their own, craving more.

 

“Don’t fucking hold back,” he growled, his other hand roughly grabbing my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes burning with possessive hunger. “I want to hear you scream like a fucking whore!”

 

His thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing fast and ruthless, while another finger plunged into my tight asshole, the double stimulation shattering me completely.

 

I screamed as I came, my juices gushing out, my body convulsing as I collapsed into his arms, my mind going blank.

 

As I lay there, panting and trembling in the aftermath of my climax, Kieran’s lips curled into a dark, predatory smirk.

 

He leaned close, his hot breath against my ear, his voice a low, taunting growl. “You know, Sybilla, you’ve got the makings of a proper whore. The way you moan, the way you take it… fuck, those men over there are gonna love you. They’ll be lining up to get a piece of this.”

 

He slapped my thigh hard, making me flinch, then chuckled darkly. “Hell, maybe you can fuck your way to the top. Be the queen of that damn harem, huh? Use that tight little cunt to get whatever you want.”

 

His words stung, sharp and cruel, but they also ignited something twisted inside me—a mix of shame and a strange, defiant thrill. I glared at him, my voice shaky but biting. “Fuck you, Kieran. I’m not some cheap slut for you to mock.”

 

He grinned, unapologetic, his hand sliding up to grip my jaw again. “Oh, come on, babe. You love it. You’re already dripping for more. And I’m just saying, use what you’ve got. Make those men beg for you.” His tone was mocking, but there was a raw edge to it, like he half-meant it, like he was picturing it himself.

 

I wanted to snap back, to slap him, but my body was still buzzing from the orgasm, and his words, degrading as they were, burrowed into my mind. I hated how they made my pulse race, how part of me wondered if he was right.

 

Instead, I just turned my head away, my breath hitching as he laughed softly, his fingers trailing down my body again, reigniting the fire I couldn’t seem to extinguish.

 

Before I could recover fully, he slammed me down onto the mattress, my legs forcibly spread wide, almost split into a straight line, my exposed pussy completely bare, my slick fluids dripping down my crack, soaking everything.

 

His body loomed over me, his scorching, massive cock pressing against my entrance, the swollen head rubbing against my wet slit.

 

Then he thrust his hips forward, his enormous shaft spearing into me, stretching my tight passage to its limit, the pain making me wince and cry out, but that pain was quickly drowned by insane pleasure. Each thrust went impossibly deep, the head of his cock slamming against my cervix like he wanted to tear me apart and put me back together.

 

 His hands gripped my ass so hard his nails nearly dug into my flesh, controlling the brutal pace, every thrust laced with anger and desperation, as if he wanted to fuck me raw, brand me as his own.

 

I could only clutch the sheets weakly, my nails digging into the fabric, my body jerking violently with his movements, my huge tits bouncing wildly with each impact, my nipples hard as pebbles, aching with a numb pain.

 

He lowered his head to bite down on one of my tits, his teeth sinking into the nipple, his tongue roughly lapping at it, while his other hand brutally kneaded my other breast, his fingers pinching and pulling at the nipple, pain and pleasure intertwining until I couldn’t help but moan like a slut, writhing beneath him.

 

The room was filled with the harsh sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his ragged breaths and my whorish cries blending together, the air thick with the musky stench of sex, nearly suffocating.

 

Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding over my skin, mixing with my juices, sticky and depraved. One hand held my ass up, pounding into my filthy cunt with relentless force, while the other slapped my ass hard, the red mark on my flesh only fueling his excitement, his cock swelling even larger inside me, fucking me deeper, harder.

 

I felt like I was being completely broken down, every inch of my skin claimed by him, every cell burning for him, my mind consumed by the ecstasy of being fucked to pieces.

 

The final orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my scream nearly tearing my throat, my tight cunt clenching around his cock, my juices squirting out, dripping down my ass and soaking the sheets, my trembling body collapsing beneath him.

 

 He exploded inside me with a fierce grunt, roaring my name as his hot, thick cum shot straight into my womb, a final branding that filled every inch of me.

 

His body pressed down on mine, his massive cock still buried in my hole, his panting echoing in my ear as we both lost ourselves in this fleeting moment of oblivion, pretending tomorrow wouldn’t come, pretending this could last forever.