Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 123

Enzo's POV

Her breathing was soft against my chest, slow and heavy, the kind of rhythm that told me she had fallen into the depths of sleep after exhaustion had stolen every ounce of strength from her. Her lashes rested like shadows against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly, still swollen from the hunger of my mouth earlier.

I lay there for a while just staring at her, my arm heavy around her waist, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. There was a time I never thought I’d be capable of this kind of silence, of this kind of stillness. I was a man born for war, bred to carry blood on my hands, to make decisions that could snap necks or save packs. But with her here, draped over me like I was something worth clinging to, it was different.

The urge rose in me like it always did—to protect, to claim, to mark her soul as something belonging to me.

I bent forward, brushing my lips against her temple first, then her soft hair, inhaling her faint scent of lavender and warmth. Finally, I pressed my mouth to her forehead. A kiss that lingered, slow, deliberate. My lips moved against her skin like a vow I had no words for.

Her body shifted, a small stir beneath my arm, and she blinked her eyes open. Heavy with sleep, hazy, unfocused at first before they locked on mine.

“Enzo…” Her voice was hoarse, weak, yet filled with a vulnerability that went straight to my chest. “Did you… kiss me?”

“Yes,” I whispered. My thumb stroked her cheekbone as I kept my gaze steady on hers.

She swallowed, lips trembling faintly before words broke from them again. “Do you… truly care for me?”

The question nearly unraveled me. My chest tightened. She was asking like it was the most uncertain thing in the world, like she wasn’t already tattooed into my veins.

“Yes,” I said firmly, leaving no space for doubt. “More than you realize. More than I should. But I do. I care for you, Lisa.”

Her eyes glistened faintly in the low light of the room, and she bit her lip. “Then… can I keep living with you? Trusting you?”

Her fragility tore into me like claws. I cupped her face fully, forcing her to look nowhere else but at me.

“You can,” I said. “You will. I won’t let anyone touch you, harm you, or take you from me. You’re safe here—with me. Trust me, Lisa.”

Her hand reached up slowly, fingers brushing against my jaw like she was searching for truth in my skin. I caught her hand and kissed her palm, sealing her unspoken plea.

Without another word, I shifted, gathering her into my arms. She let out a small gasp as I lifted her easily, bridal style, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck.

“Enzo… what are you doing?” she murmured softly.

“Cleaning you up,” I answered, my voice dark but calm. “You’re mine, Lisa. And I’ll take care of you.”

I carried her through the dim hall toward the bathroom, the silence broken only by the sound of her shallow breaths against my neck. My chest ached with something primal—possessive, almost savage—but beneath it was tenderness. She wasn’t just my desire. She was something else.

The bathroom lights glowed softly as I stepped inside. I set her down gently on the counter, her legs dangling slightly, her nightdress loose and rumpled from our earlier madness. Her hair spilled across her shoulders like dark silk.

She looked up at me with eyes wide, still fogged by sleep, but there was a flicker of something else too—anticipation.

I turned the tap, filling the bathtub, steam curling into the air. Then I turned back to her, my hands settling on her knees, parting them slowly.

“Lisa,” I whispered, lowering my face until my lips brushed hers. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, voice trembling but sure.

“Then let me show you how much you mean to me.”

Her lips parted to answer, but I swallowed her words with a fierce kiss. My mouth claimed hers, hungry and demanding, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste her fully. She gasped, her hands fisting in my shirt as I deepened the kiss.

Her sweetness drove me wild. I pressed harder, tilting her head back, devouring her like she was air and I had been suffocating without her. She whimpered softly, a sound that poured gasoline on the fire in my chest.

My hands roamed—up her thighs, over her hips, tugging at the thin fabric of her nightdress. With one swift motion, I pulled it upward and over her head, leaving her bare before me.

Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, but I caught her wrists and pinned them to the counter, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“Don’t hide from me,” I growled against her lips. “You’re beautiful. All of you. Mine to see, mine to touch, mine to claim.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t resist. She only breathed harder, her chest rising and falling as my hands finally released her wrists and slid down, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her already sensitive peaks.

“Enzo…” she gasped, her head falling back as I pinched and teased.

Her voice broke me open. I bent down, closing my mouth around one tight bud, sucking hard, flicking with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other. She writhed against the counter, her soft moans echoing against the bathroom walls.

I dragged my lips down her stomach, biting lightly, leaving small marks that branded her as mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling, trembling.

When I knelt fully before her, I spread her thighs wide, placing kisses on the inside of each until she was shaking with need.

“Enzo… please…” she whispered.

“Please what?” I teased, looking up at her through hooded eyes. “Say it, Lisa.”

Her face burned red, her lips quivering before she finally broke. “Please… touch me. I need you.”

That was all I needed. My mouth pressed against her core, my tongue sliding between her folds, lapping at her sweetness with slow, deliberate strokes.

She cried out, her legs trembling as I gripped them open, refusing to let her close off from me. I devoured her, sucking, teasing, thrusting my tongue deep inside her until she was writhing, her moans ragged, desperate.

Her taste was addictive, intoxicating.

“Enzo—oh God—” she screamed as I pressed harder, curling my tongue against that sensitive spot.

Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her as she bucked against my face, her cries echoing. I held her there, drinking in everything she gave me, refusing to stop until she collapsed weakly against the counter, trembling and breathless.

I rose slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my gaze locked on her flushed, undone face.

“You’re mine, Lisa,” I whispered against her ear as I kissed her fiercely again, letting her taste herself on my lips.

Without giving her time to recover, I lifted her from the counter, carrying her toward the now-filled bathtub. I set her inside gently, the warm water enveloping her body. She shivered, not from the heat, but from me.

I stripped quickly, shedding every layer until I was bare before her. Her eyes roamed my body, wide and hungry, though she tried to hide it.

I stepped into the tub, pulling her onto my lap, her slick body pressed against my hard length. She gasped when she felt me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You feel that?” I growled low against her ear, grinding against her. “That’s what you do to me. That’s what you make me.”

Her lips parted, and before she could respond, I plunged into her in one swift thrust.

She screamed, her arms wrapping around me as I filled her to the hilt.

“Enzo!” she cried, her nails scratching down my back.

I groaned, biting her shoulder as I began moving, hard and deep. The water splashed around us, waves crashing with every thrust as I drove into her relentlessly.

Her body clung to mine, every moan, every scream feeding the beast in me. I claimed her lips, biting, devouring, as I pounded into her, the heat of the water mixing with the heat of her body.

Her walls clenched tightly around me, dragging me closer to the edge, but I wasn’t ready to let go. I wanted to take her again and again until she couldn’t breathe without me.

“Say it,” I growled between thrusts. “Say you’re mine.”

“I—I’m yours!” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as pleasure consumed her. “Enzo, I’m yours!”

Her words detonated inside me. I roared, slamming into her one last time as we both shattered together, her screams mingling with my groans as release tore through us.

I held her tight against me, her body trembling, her head buried in my chest as aftershocks rippled through her.

I kissed her hair, her temple, her lips, fiercely, desperately.

“You’ll never doubt me again,” I whispered harshly, still inside her, refusing to let her go. “You’re mine, Lisa. Forever.”

She nodded weakly, her tears mixing with the steam of the bath, but her arms held me just as fiercely.

And I knew in that moment—there was no turning back for either of us.