Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 62

Isolde's POV

His lips crashed against mine, and I was utterly breathless. *He’s stealing my air,* I thought, feeling like a fragile leaf caught in a storm, waiting to be swept away by the wind.

Ezra’s weight pinned me to the bed, his powerful chest pressing gently against mine, careful not to crush me.

His left hand cradled the back of my neck, holding my head in place, while his right palm braced against the mattress, supporting his frame.

The kiss was everything—electric, fulfilling, perfect. It consumed me in a way I’d never experienced, not even with Kieran.

He kissed like his life depended on it, his tongue delving deep, exploring every corner of my mouth with a fierce intensity.

His lips slid over mine with a possessive edge, claiming ownership, sending a clear message: *You’re mine.* I closed my eyes, pouring every ounce of myself into responding to him, savoring each second of this raw connection. Inside me, Lyra hummed low, a primal sound of contentment echoing through my core.

The kiss deepened as Ezra’s mouth left mine, trailing wet, searing kisses down my neck. I couldn’t breathe—my lungs burned with need—and a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Isolde,” he growled, voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. Those deep gray eyes shimmered with molten gold under the weight of desire, and I drowned in them, helpless against their pull.

“Mr. Silverwood,” I rasped back, my voice rough with longing.

His look—so tender yet predatory—set my entire body ablaze. Shame curled tight in my gut as I admitted it to myself: I was aroused.

Desperately so. I ached for him to peel off my clothes, to take me right here.

My mind spiraled into fantasies of his hands roaming every inch of me, kissing paths across my skin, entering me, thrusting until I shattered. I craved that release—he could bring me to the peak, I knew it.

*Give in,* Lyra urged within me, her voice insistent. *This is what we want.*

When Ezra’s gaze swept over my body, it felt like flames devoured me whole. The raw hunger in his eyes only made me burn hotter, words of pleading nearly spilling from my lips. *Please, don’t stop.* But somehow, I forced them down, biting my tongue to keep control.

Then, without warning, he pulled away. He lifted himself off me and rolled to lie beside me on the bed. Disappointment surged through me like a tidal wave, sharp and cold. I turned to face him instantly, searching for an explanation in those unreadable eyes.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, worry threading through my tone.

He shook his head calmly, those fathomless gray depths locked on mine.

“Then why did you stop?” I pressed, unable to mask the edge of frustration creeping into my voice.

“Because I remembered something,” he replied evenly.

I frowned, confusion knitting my brows. “Remembered what?”

“I picked out a movie for us tonight,” he said casually.

My mind reeled at the abrupt shift. “What?” I blinked at him, tilting my head as shock painted itself across my face.

Ezra slid gracefully off the bed and stood up, turning to look at me still frozen in place. “Do you watch horror movies?” he asked out of nowhere.

Realization hit like a slap—he was deliberately changing the subject.

Shame wrapped around me like suffocating paper, heat flooding my cheeks until they burned with embarrassment. How could he ignite such filthy thoughts in me—make me crave him so desperately—and then shatter it all without a second thought?

Thank God I hadn’t voiced those desires aloud; the humiliation would’ve been unbearable. Lyra let out a frustrated snarl inside me, mirroring my own irritation.

“Mr. Silverwood,” I stammered, struggling to piece together coherent words. “I… I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“What’s there not to understand about picking a movie for us?” he countered smoothly.

I swallowed hard, gathering every shred of courage I had left. “I… I thought we were going to have sex.”

He raked a hand through his dark hair, letting out a heavy exhale before meeting my gaze again. I stared up at him like some kind of fool while Lyra shifted restlessly within me. “Isolde,” he began, voice steady but firm. “I didn’t invite you here just to sleep with you.”

“What?” The word slipped out as a stunned whisper. My mind raced as I tried to process this. “I mean… I assumed that’s why you invited all the girls from the Moon Alliance Program here. So why did you invite me?”

“To spend quality time with you,” he answered simply.

I echoed him incredulously. “Spend quality time with *me*?”

“Yes.” He slipped on a pair of refined indoor slippers and gestured for me to get up from the bed. “Come see the movie I chose for us.” With that, he strode elegantly toward the lavish living area of his private suite.

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear forever. This was the ultimate crushing of expectations—a textbook example of dashed hopes! All this buildup just for some damn movie night?

He should’ve been upfront from the start instead of kissing me senseless, stoking my desire until I was trembling with want, only to leave me hanging like this.

*What the hell was this even about?* Lyra roared furiously inside me, her anger amplifying mine tenfold.

Dragging myself after him felt like walking through quicksand; each step heavier than the last as humiliation gnawed at my insides.

When I reached him by the sleek leather sofa setup near an impressive home theater system dominating one wall of space

He glanced over, casually asking, "Is everything okay?"

Screaming ‘no’ wasn’t an option, nor was swinging at him or begging him to take me back onto the bed and claim me wholly—but oh how tempting those impulses were!

Yet deep down I knew better than vocalize any such reckless pleas lest shame regret pierce sharper thirty swords combined would ever manage inflict upon soul alone...

So instead, I forced a brittle smile and nodded curtly, muttering under breath, "I'm fine."

Then I sat beside him.

Goosebumps appeared on my body when he held my arms and gently pulled me into his hold.

It felt oddly like awkward high school first dates.