Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 85

Isolde's POV

"Sit." 

Alpha Ezra gestured toward one of the plush leather chairs opposite his position on the sofa. His commanding tone left no room for refusal.

I perched on the edge of the chair, still processing how I'd gone from the medical center to the Silver Moon CEO's private sanctuary in less than an hour. My ribs still ached from Evanthe's attack, though most of the visible bruises had faded thanks to werewolf healing.

Ezra studied me with those stormy gray eyes that occasionally flashed gold. His gaze felt like a physical touch, making my skin prickle with awareness.

"Feed me," he said suddenly, his voice low and commanding.

I blinked, certain I'd misheard him. "You want me to... feed you?"

"I believe I made myself clear." His lips curved into a dangerous smile that sent a jolt through my entire body.

I stared at him, trying to determine if this was some kind of test. "Feed you," I repeated slowly.

He leaned back, crossing one ankle over his knee in a casual display of absolute confidence. "It's not such a difficult task, is it?"

My mind struggled to process the request. This was Ezra Silverwood—Silver Moon Group's CEO, the Lycan King, the most powerful Lycan in the territory—asking me to feed him like a child. Or a lover.

*He's toying with us,* Lyra growled inside me. *Testing our limits.*

As I hesitated, my mind betrayed me by wandering to inappropriate territory—specifically, recalling the glimpse I'd had of his impressive manhood from that day when I'd accidentally walked in on him with Evanthe. The memory of his thick, veined length made heat creep up my neck.

"Isolde." His sharp tone snapped me back to reality.

"Yes?" I replied, my voice embarrassingly breathless.

"Please don't tell me you're thinking about that part of me." His eyes narrowed knowingly.

My face burned so hot I was certain I must be glowing. "I'm not!"

"Your eyes betray you. In fact, they're still lingering there." His tone was amused but carried an undercurrent of something darker.

I forced my gaze up to meet his, mortified beyond words. "I wasn't—I didn't—"

"Be careful, little bird." His voice dropped to a seductive rumble. "Knowing you have these thoughts makes Prime very excited, and if I get aroused right now, I won't be able to control myself. That's a warning."

My birthmark tingled against my shoulder, a sensation that had become increasingly common in Ezra's presence. I swallowed hard, desperate to change the subject.

"I... I apologize for my rudeness, Alpha Ezra."

His laugh was deep and rich. "My size will haunt your thoughts until the day you die." The teasing in his tone was unmistakable.

Something in me suddenly rebelled against his smug confidence. Perhaps it was Lyra's influence, or maybe just my own stubborn pride, but I found myself responding with unexpected boldness.

"Unless I encounter someone more impressive at Silver Moon. Perhaps even get to experience it firsthand."

His eyebrows shot up. "Touché." I could almost hear Prime growling within him.

He reached for the silver spoon beside his plate, sighing dramatically. "Since you refuse to obey my command, I suppose I'll have to feed myself. Wouldn't want the CEO of Silver Moon Group to starve."

"I didn't say no." I moved swiftly, taking the spoon from his hand before he could protest.

I transferred to the sofa beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. The dish before him contained what appeared to be some kind of gourmet seafood creation.

With a steadiness that surprised even me, I scooped a perfect portion onto the spoon and brought it to his lips. Ezra's eyes never left mine as he opened his mouth, accepting the offering.

We continued this strange, intimate dance in silence. With each spoonful, I grew more aware of him—the strong line of his jaw as he chewed, the subtle scent of pine and winter that clung to his skin, the occasional brush of his fingers against mine as he reached for his water glass.

When the meal was finally complete, he leaned back, studying me with an unreadable expression.

"Thank you," he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.

As if summoned by some unseen signal, Una appeared silently to clear the dishes. She worked with practiced efficiency, never once acknowledging the strange tableau of her employer and an Alliance girl sitting in unusual proximity.

When she disappeared as quietly as she'd come, Ezra stood, motioning for me to follow him.

"I've selected a movie for tonight," he said, leading me toward what I assumed was the master bedroom.

The room was minimalist but luxurious, dominated by an enormous bed and a wall-sized smart screen.

"Have you?" I asked, trying to sound casual while fighting the knowledge that I was entering the Lycan King's most private space.

"But before that," he continued, "I have another request."

I tensed slightly. "What request?"

"Dance for me."

The words hung in the air between us, charged with potential.

"You want me to... dance for you?" I repeated carefully.

"Yes." His eyes gleamed. "You don't need to strip completely. Just..."

"I understand." I felt a smile tugging at my lips as Lyra stirred within me, eager to turn the tables on him. *Let's show him what we're capable of.*

"Lie on the bed and enjoy the show, Alpha Ezra." I gestured toward the massive bed with newfound confidence.

He looked momentarily surprised but complied, stretching his powerful frame across the mattress, propping himself up on the pillows to watch me.

I located the room's smart control panel and browsed through his music library, selecting something with a heavy, sensual beat. The lights dimmed automatically, shifting to a multicolored ambiance that cast the room in mysterious shadows.

*Time to make him regret his games,* Lyra purred as I moved to the center of the room.

I began swaying to the rhythm, my movements deliberate and controlled. Years of combat training had given me perfect bodily awareness, and I used it now to maximum effect.

Ezra's eyes darkened as I ran my hands slowly down my sides, tracing the curves of my body. His breathing changed, becoming slightly heavier as I turned my back to him, glancing over my shoulder with deliberate coyness.

With careful precision, I undid the first button of my shirt, the simple movement accompanied by a roll of my hips that made Ezra's breath catch audibly.

Chapter 86 Chapter86

Ezra's POV

Her shirt hit the floor, and my cock twitched at the sight of Isolde in that flimsy tank top, her nipples straining against the thin fabric. The air in the room felt charged, thick with her scent—sweet, aroused, and just a hint of nervous energy that made my wolf, Prime, growl low in my chest. She moved like a fucking siren, every sway of her hips a deliberate tease, her hands sliding down her curves with a precision that screamed control.

Her fingers grazed her sides, tracing her body like she knew exactly how to make me lose it. My eyes followed every move, the golden flecks in my vision flaring as Prime clawed at my restraint. Show her who’s in charge, he snarled, but I held back, letting her play her game. For now.

Isolde’s straps slipped off her shoulders, the tank top dipping low, teasing the swell of her tits without giving me the full view. My jaw clenched, my dick throbbing in my pants. She was pushing me, testing how far I’d let her go before I snapped.

And snap I did. I was off the bed in a heartbeat, closing the distance between us. My hand wrapped around her wrist, firm but careful, and I tugged her toward the living area, needing to feel her closer, to take control. But Isolde wasn’t done fucking with me. Before I could pin her against the wall and show her what she’d started, she shoved me back onto the leather sofa, her palm hot against my chest. I hit the cushions, eyebrows shooting up as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me like she owned me.

Her scent hit me like a drug—sweet musk, warm skin, and that sharp edge of desire that made my mouth water. Her thighs clamped around my hips, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through her pants, so close to where I wanted to be. She rolled her hips, grinding against my rock-hard cock, and a soft gasp slipped from her lips. The sound went straight to my balls, tightening them with need.

“Isolde… what are you doing?” My voice was rough, barely holding back the growl rumbling in my chest.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot and teasing. “How’s it feel, Alpha?” she whispered, bold as hell, and I nearly lost it right there.

My hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her harder against me. “You’re begging for trouble, little wolf.”

“You love it, don’t you?” she shot back, her hips moving again, grinding her cunt against my cock in a slow, torturous rhythm.

She wasn’t wrong. The size of my erection was obvious, straining against my pants, and she adjusted herself, pressing her core directly against my length. The pressure made her gasp again, and I felt her shudder, her arousal soaking through the fabric. My control was hanging by a thread. I groaned, the sound ripping from my throat as my eyes flashed gold, Prime surging forward, ready to claim her right there on the sofa.

In one swift move, I wrapped her arms around my neck and stood, lifting her like she was nothing. I flipped us, pinning her beneath me on the cushions, my hips settling between her thighs. My cock pressed against her entrance, only our clothes keeping me from sliding into her wet heat. The friction was fucking exquisite, and I ground against her, watching her eyes flutter with pleasure.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I growled, my voice thick with need. I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, devouring her, my tongue claiming her mouth as she moaned into me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I thrust my hips again, rubbing my cock against her clit through the fabric. Each movement sent her closer to the edge, her gasps turning to whimpers.

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna—” she panted, her body trembling beneath me, so close to coming undone.

I froze, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. Prime was fully present now, my irises blazing gold, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. My wolf growled, but I forced him down. “Tell me,” I commanded, my Alpha tone cutting through the haze of lust. “Do you want me to fuck you until you come?”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she looked lost. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice small, vulnerable.

The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Her body was screaming for me, her pussy soaked and ready, but her mind wasn’t there. Not fully. I sighed, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips before pulling away, the absence of her heat leaving my cock aching in protest.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp with confusion and frustration as she sat up, fixing her disheveled clothes.

“Stopping myself from fucking you when you’re not sure,” I said, my tone clipped as I adjusted my pants, trying to ignore the painful throb of my erection.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped, her cheeks flushed, her scent still heavy with arousal.

I settled back on the sofa, forcing my body to relax even as my wolf howled in frustration. “Are you sure you want my cock inside you, Isolde? That you want me to claim you?”

Her eyes widened at my bluntness, and she faltered. “I… I thought Alliance girls were just here to please you.”

My jaw tightened. “When a woman walks in here ready to fuck, I can smell it—pure, unfiltered desire. But you? That first day, you reeked of fear, and I’d never touch a woman like that. Today, you’re wet for me, but you‘re still hesitating. ”

“You think I’m not ready?” she challenged, but I could hear the doubt in her voice.

“You’re not,” I said flatly, my confidence unshaken.

“What gives you the right to decide that?” she shot back, crossing her arms, her tits pushing against the fabric of her tank top.

I smirked, leaning closer. “What makes you think you can hide the truth from me?”

She fell silent, her expression shifting as my words sank in. I could see the war in her eyes—her body craving me, her mind holding back. Her scent was still driving me insane, but I wasn’t some rutting beast. Not with her.

“Movie time,” I said, breaking the tension. “Go put on something comfortable and come back.”

“Okay,” she whispered, still dazed, her body radiating unspent need.

She stood, and I watched her walk to the closet, her ass swaying in those tight pants. My cock throbbed again, and Prime growled, pissed at me for stopping.

I respected her, I shot back.

As Isolde disappeared into the closet, I leaned back, trying to focus on anything but the memory of her grinding against me. The Lycan King didn’t lose control—not over a woman, not over anything. But fuck, Isolde was testing every ounce of my restraint, and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep playing the gentleman.