Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 9

Ezra's POV

 

Five Minutes ago.

 

Evanthe sent a message: "Beauty center VIP room, something to discuss."

 

This kind of invitation wasn't the first. As Silver Moon Group's Public Relations Director, Evanthe Hawthorne always had countless business that required private discussion with me. Most of the time, these so-called meetings had nothing to do with company business.

 

Now. I arrived at the VIP room.

 

I knocked lightly twice, with no response. I frowned and pushed the door open.

 

The rich scent of rose essential oil hit me, mixed with the steam from the hot spring, almost suffocating. The entire room was illuminated by candlelight, casting an intimate golden-red glow. In the center was a circular hot spring pool, with rose petals floating on the surface.

 

Then I saw her.

 

Evanthe stood there, completely naked. Her blue eyes gleamed with practiced seduction as she sauntered toward me, her hips and tits swaying provocatively with each step.

 

"Ezra," she said in a sweet voice, "I thought you wouldn't come."

 

"You said you had something to discuss, Evanthe. I hope it's actual business, not..." my gaze swept over the room's setup, "...this."

 

She smiled, that confident, self-assured smile. For three years, she had believed herself to be my first choice, the future Luna. I had never given her such a promise, but she seemed to have convinced herself of this.

 

"Don't be so serious," she approached me, one hand gently stroking my tie, "we work so hard, don't we deserve to relax occasionally?"

 

Years ago, I'd lost my fated mate, a pain that had torn through my soul like nothing I'd ever experienced. It had nearly destroyed both me and Prime, my wolf.

 

It had taken him ages to partially recover from the damage of a broken mate bond. I wasn't sure either of us had truly moved past it.

 

Then I had these excessive and irresistible sexual needs.

 

And I needed the girls in the Moon Alliance Program to satisfy these primal urges.

 

*We need this. We need release.* Prime whispered in my mind.

 

*Fine.*

 

I came to a black chair and sat down.

 

"Kneel." I command Evanthe.

 

Evanthe sank to her knees before me instantly. Her blue eyes shimmered with eager anticipation as she reached for my belt, her fingers deftly undoing it with practiced ease. In mere moments, she had stripped away my pants and underwear, unveiling my cock—abnormally massive, its thick veins bulging prominently.

 

A fearsome and intimidating one, I must say.

 

I splayed my legs, my cock jutting upward like a scepter of power. Evanthe's full lips curved into a knowing smile, her azure gaze locking onto mine, brimming with confidence.

 

She knew my desires, my demands—she'd serviced them countless times before.

 

I didn't wait for her to take the lead. My hand shot out, fingers knotting roughly in her silky hair, yanking her forward until her lips hovered just above my throbbing cock.

 

I shoved her down, forcing her mouth onto me, the wet heat of her enveloping my shaft as I slid in deep.

 

My cock was massive—too big for her, always had been—and I relished the way her lips stretched wide, struggling to accommodate me.

 

Her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock, hot and slick, sending a jolt of raw pleasure up my spine.

 

With a firm grip on her hair, I thrust deeper, ramming myself into her throat until I felt the tight clench of her gag reflex kicking in.

 

She tapped my thigh, a feeble signal for air, her nails grazing my skin.

 

"No," I snarled, ignoring her plea, my voice a dark rumble of command.

 

Her eyes watered, but she nodded, eager to please, desperate to prove herself. I loosened my hold just enough to let her adjust, then slammed forward again, burying my cock to the hilt. Her throat constricted around me, a vise of wet heat that made my balls tighten and my pulse roar.

 

"Fuck," I growled.

 

Evanthe choked, her body trembling as she fought for breath, but I didn't relent. I pulled back only to plunge in again, harder, deeper, the wet slap of her lips against my base echoing in the room.

 

Tears streaked down her cheeks, smudging the perfection of her face, but she didn't pull away. Her hands braced against my thighs, nails digging in as she sucked me harder, her tongue swirling around my tip each time I withdrew.

 

My breathing turned jagged, chest heaving as the pleasure built, a wildfire scorching through my veins. I was lost in the tight, sloppy heaven of her mouth. 

 

I grabbed her head with both hands now, fingers digging into her scalp, holding her still as I fucked her face with abandon.

 

She was a vessel for my pleasure, nothing more.

 

Isolde's POV

 

Against my better judgment, I slipped into the hallway, following the intoxicating scent. From somewhere ahead, I heard a deep male voice, the sound sending shivers through my body.

 

Using my wolf abilities, I enhanced my hearing, catching a man moaning.

 

Curiosity drove me forward until I reached a partially open door of a VIP room. Lyra was practically howling now, urging me to look inside.

 

I peered through the narrow gap, and my whole body locked up, breath snagged in my chest. There he was—a hulking man sprawled across a black leather couch, his powerful frame slouched yet radiating a primal dominance that hit me like a punch.

 

His thick thighs were splayed wide, and between them knelt a naked blonde woman, her head dipping and rising in a steady rhythm. 

 

His face was all sharp edges, a straight, arrogant nose, and a jaw so firm it could cut glass. His eyes, a deep stormy gray, glinted with a cold, predatory intensity that made my stomach twist. His body was a masterpiece: broad shoulders, rippling muscles.

 

But that cock—Jesus, I couldn't tear my eyes off it. It was thick as hell, veins bulging like cords under the taut skin, standing rigid and proud. The woman's mouth was stretched to breaking, lips cracked at the edges as she fought to swallow more of him, drool slicking her chin with every wet, slurping thrust.

 

I pressed my thighs together, but it didn't help—my pussy was already soaked. That giant cock filled my vision, and my mind went wild—picturing it shoving into me, splitting me open, fucking me senseless until I couldn't think straight. 

 

My cheeks flamed, but I couldn't look away. The aura of power emanating from him was overwhelming.

 

I should leave. I needed to leave. Right now.

 

Just as I started to back away, the man's eyes snapped open, connecting with mine across the room.

 

His face remained expressionless, but those eyes... they held me in place, cold yet somehow burning with some unidentifiable emotion.

 

An electric current shot through my entire body. My heart hammered against my ribs, my breathing became shallow.

 

*No,* I thought desperately. *Now I AM really going to get myself killed!*