Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 131

Lisa's POV

I slipped out into the garden barefoot, the cool night air brushing over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. The lamps lining the path glowed faintly, not too bright, just enough to let me see the sharp cut of Enzo’s shoulders as he stood ahead of me, his back turned. He looked lost in thought, his hands shoved into his pockets, his tall frame lit with that soft halo from the moon.

I paused for a second, biting my lip. That man had this effect on me—like every time I looked at him, I wanted to take him apart, press myself against him until he snapped. Tonight was no different.

Silently, I crept forward. The grass was damp against my feet, but I didn’t care. I slid my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my face into the solid warmth of his back. He didn’t move at first, then I felt his body stiffen slightly before relaxing under my touch.

“Lisa,” his voice came low, almost warning, but there was that husky edge to it I knew so well.

I smirked against him, tightening my arms around him. “You didn’t hear me coming?” I teased, my voice soft against his shirt.

“I heard,” he muttered, tilting his head slightly, “I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

I rose on my toes, pressing a small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Far enough to drive you insane.”

That finally made him turn. I barely had time to register the glint in his eyes before his hand came up, cupping my jaw, pulling me into him. But instead of kissing me right away, he just looked down at me, his eyes sharp, almost dangerous, like he was trying to control himself.

I didn’t let him. I tilted my head and brushed my lips over his, slow and teasing, just enough to provoke. “What’s the matter, Enzo?” I whispered. “Afraid I’ll break you?”

That was it. He growled low in his throat, and the next thing I knew his mouth crashed against mine, hot and consuming. His kiss wasn’t soft—it was demanding, rough, like he needed to claim every inch of me. My fingers dug into his shirt, clutching him as he devoured my mouth.

His tongue pushed against mine, deep and wet, and I moaned into him. The sound seemed to snap something inside him, because suddenly he spun me, pressing me against one of the stone pillars in the garden. His body pinned mine, his hand sliding down to grip my ass hard.

“You think you can sneak up on me like that,” he muttered against my mouth, his breath ragged, “and not pay the price?”

I gasped when his hand slid higher under my dress, his fingers brushing against the thin lace of my panties. “Maybe that was the plan,” I managed, my voice shaking with desire.

He gave a dark chuckle. “Then you’re about to learn what happens when you play with fire.”

I felt the heat of him pressing against me already, thick and hard through his pants, and it only made me wetter. I arched against him shamelessly. “Then burn me, Enzo.”

His fingers pushed my panties aside and slid between my folds, finding me soaked. He cursed under his breath. “Fuck, Lisa… you’re dripping for me already.”

I whimpered when his thumb brushed my clit, circling it while two fingers pushed inside me, filling me so suddenly I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out too loud. He thrust them deep, curling them just right until my legs trembled.

“Always so tight,” he growled, his lips biting at my neck as he fucked me with his fingers. “You love teasing me, don’t you? Coming out here, sneaking behind me, acting all sweet—when really you just want me to ruin you.”

“Yes,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “God, yes—fuck me, Enzo.”

He pulled his fingers out slowly, deliberately, then licked them clean right in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. The sight made my core clench in pure need.

“Inside,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Now.”

I didn’t even think to argue. He grabbed my hand and dragged me back toward the house, moving fast, like he couldn’t wait another second. My heart pounded, my body already aching for him. By the time we reached his room, I was practically trembling with anticipation.

The door barely shut before he shoved me against it, kissing me fiercely, his hands roaming over my body. His lips tasted like hunger, like a man who’d been starving for too long. His hands pushed my dress up, yanking it over my head in one rough motion. I stood there in just my lace bra and panties, breathing hard, his dark eyes raking over me like I was something to be devoured.

“Take it off,” he said, his voice gravelly.

I unclasped my bra slowly, letting the straps slide down my arms, teasing him with every second. His jaw clenched, his eyes locked on my breasts as the lace fell to the floor. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down, kicking them away.

Now completely bare, I stood before him, flushed and aching. “Like what you see?” I whispered, my tone deliberately taunting.

Enzo’s answer was wordless. He pushed me onto the bed, climbing over me in a rush. His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard, his tongue circling my nipple while his hand kneaded the other. I cried out, arching into him, the pleasure shooting straight to my core.

“Enzo—please,” I begged, clawing at his shirt. I wanted him naked, wanted to feel his skin against mine.

He pulled back just long enough to strip his clothes off—shirt tossed aside, pants undone, and then he shoved his boxers down. My breath caught at the sight of him, thick and hard, already dripping at the tip.

“See what you do to me, Lisa?” he rasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned desperately.

He didn’t waste another second. Lining himself up, he slammed into me with one hard thrust that knocked the breath out of me. I cried out, clutching at his back as he filled me completely, stretching me until I thought I’d break.

“Fuck,” Enzo groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder. “So fucking tight.”

I gasped as he pulled back and thrust into me again, harder this time, making the bed creak. His pace was brutal, relentless, each thrust hitting deep, making my toes curl.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his hand gripping my throat lightly as he pounded into me.

“Enzo—fuck, Enzo!” I screamed, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled, kissing me hard, biting my lip. “My good girl… take every inch of me.”

He shifted suddenly, pulling my legs higher over his shoulders, driving into me at a deeper angle that had me seeing stars. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails.

“Don’t stop,” I begged breathlessly.

“I’m not fucking stopping until you can’t walk tomorrow,” he promised, his thrusts getting harder, faster, until I was on the edge of breaking apart.

“God, Enzo—I’m—”

“Come for me,” he ordered, his thumb finding my clit again, rubbing it mercilessly as he fucked me deep. That was all it took. My orgasm hit like a wave, my body convulsing, my cry muffled against his chest as I shattered around him.

He didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked me through it, drawing out every spasm until I was sobbing from the intensity.

Then he flipped me over suddenly, pulling me onto my knees. “I’m not done with you.”

Before I could even catch my breath, he slammed back into me from behind, his grip bruising on my hips as he drove into me with animalistic force. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, my cries muffled against the sheets as he fucked me relentlessly.

“Look at you,” he growled, yanking my hair back so my face lifted. “Taking me like the perfect slut you are.”

His filthy words only pushed me higher. “Yes—fuck—yes!” I moaned shamelessly.

“You love this, don’t you? Love when I use you like this?”

“God, yes!” I cried, my walls clenching around him.

He smacked my ass hard, making me jolt. “Say it.”

“I love when you fuck me like this,” I panted. “Love when you ruin me, Enzo.”

That made him groan loud, his thrusts turning rougher, almost savage. My whole body shook, pleasure overwhelming me again as another orgasm tore through me.

But he wasn’t finished. He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back again. Before I could even process, he pushed my legs wide apart and slid back in, fucking me deep and hard.

“I want to see your face when I fill you,” he rasped, his forehead pressed against mine as he thrust into me. “I want to see you fall apart again and again.”

I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, my body hypersensitive but craving every second. His cock drove into me, hitting that perfect spot until I was trembling, close to the edge again.

“Enzo—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, kissing me roughly. “You’re mine, Lisa. Every scream, every orgasm—it’s all mine.”

That pushed me over the edge again, my climax ripping through me so hard I saw white. Enzo groaned, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” he growled, then he buried himself deep one last time, his whole body shuddering as he spilled inside me with a raw, guttural moan.

We collapsed together, sweat slick on our bodies, breaths ragged, hearts pounding. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his cock still buried inside me, keeping us connected.

For a long moment, there were no words—just the sound of our breathing, the aftermath of everything we’d just done.

And even though my body was trembling, wrecked, and sore, all I could think about was how much I already wanted him again.