Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 134

Ash's POV

I sat at my desk, the low lamp casting a dull glow over the scattered paperwork. Numbers, figures, coded notes—Enzo always dumped half of this shit on me when he didn’t want to deal with it. I didn’t mind. Paperwork kept my hands busy, kept my mind from wandering where it shouldn’t.

Until his voice cut into my head.

**Ash. Your turn.**

I froze, the pen between my fingers slipping slightly. His voice wasn’t a suggestion—it was a command. Enzo never asked twice.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the blank wall across from me. My turn. My body reacted before my brain could stop it—heat curling low, a sharp hunger clawing its way up my chest. I’d been waiting. Watching. The things I wanted to do to her, the ways I wanted to take her apart—they’d kept me up at night.

Slowly, I reached up, tugging at the edge of my mask. The leather peeled away from my skin, and for the first time all day, I let my own face breathe. My face—the same face Enzo wore. Identical in every line, every shadow. We were mirrors, perfect copies. And tonight, that mask wasn’t needed. She wouldn’t know the difference.

I stood, rolling my shoulders back, the air suddenly sharper, thicker. My cock already stirred, hardening as I imagined her spread out, still sore from him, and about to learn just how different I could be.

I left the papers scattered on the desk. None of it mattered now.

The walk to her room was silent, the corridor dark except for the pale wash of moonlight through the windows. My heartbeat was steady, but my body thrummed with anticipation. When I reached her door, I didn’t knock. I slipped inside, quiet as a shadow.

She was there, lying on the bed, the sheet tangled around her waist, her skin still glistening faintly from sweat. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, but her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door.

“Back so soon?” she whispered, her voice husky, worn out, but still teasing. She didn’t even question it.

Good.

I let the corner of my mouth curl into a smirk as I shut the door behind me. “Couldn’t stay away.”

Her lips parted, a soft little smile playing there, and it made my cock twitch harder. She thought I was him. And she wanted more.

I stripped slowly, letting each piece of clothing drop to the floor. Her eyes followed me, half-lidded, hungry despite the exhaustion clinging to her. She wanted Enzo again—but tonight she was going to get me, and I wasn’t about to be gentle.

I crawled onto the bed, hovering above her. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing the sheet away. She was already bare beneath it, her skin warm and soft.

“You’re still wet,” I murmured, my fingers brushing over her folds. She shivered, gasping softly.

“You fucked me raw, Enzo,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both accusation and need. “Of course I am.”

The sound of his name on her lips should have bothered me. It didn’t. It only made me harder. I wasn’t him—but she was going to scream for me all the same.

I slid lower, pushing her legs apart with my hands. She blinked down at me, surprised, maybe thinking he wouldn’t normally bother with this. That was fine. I was going to make her beg for it.

My tongue pressed against her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke. She gasped, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“Fuck—Enzo…”

I groaned against her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. The taste of her flooded me, salty, sweet, dripping with need. I slid two fingers into her at the same time, pumping them slowly, curling them deep.

Her thighs trembled, her moans spilling freely now, and I didn’t let up. My tongue worked her clit mercilessly, my fingers thrusting harder, deeper, until she was thrashing beneath me.

“God, Enzo—don’t stop—please—”

Her voice broke as her orgasm hit, sharp and sudden. Her body arched off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets as she cried out. I kept going, dragging it out, sucking her clit harder, my fingers pounding into her until she was sobbing from the intensity.

When I finally pulled back, her whole body was shaking. Her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping wet, begging for more.

I licked my lips slowly, deliberately, watching her chest rise and fall. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

Her eyes fluttered open, glazed with lust. “You never… you never do that.”

I smirked. “Guess tonight’s different.”

She didn’t question it. She didn’t care. She just wanted more.

I crawled up her body, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasped, her eyes going wide, but there was no fear—just raw arousal.

“You’re mine tonight,” I growled against her lips. “And I’m not going easy on you.”

She whimpered, her hips arching up, her wet cunt sliding against my cock as I lined myself up. “Then take me, Enzo. Show me.”

That was all I needed. I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her scream tore through the room, muffled only by my mouth crashing onto hers.

“Fuck, so tight,” I groaned, pulling back and slamming into her again, harder this time.

She clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fucked her relentlessly. My hips slammed against hers, each thrust rough, fast, punishing. She sobbed against my mouth, the sound fueling me, pushing me harder.

“You wanted this,” I rasped, biting her jaw as I pounded into her. “You wanted me to ruin you, didn’t you?”

“Yes—Enzo, yes!” she cried, her body convulsing beneath me.

Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, squeezing tight, milking me as she came again, her cries echoing through the room. I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow. I fucked her through it, using her body until she was shaking uncontrollably.

I flipped her over suddenly, yanking her onto her knees. She barely had time to gasp before I slammed back into her from behind, my grip brutal on her hips.

Her scream broke into the pillow, muffled, but I yanked her hair back, forcing her head up. “No hiding, Lisa. I want to hear every fucking sound you make.”

Her voice cracked as she moaned, “So—so deep—oh god—Enzo—”

I smacked her ass hard, leaving a red mark. She jolted, crying out, but the way her pussy clenched around me told me she loved it.

“You take me so fucking well,” I growled, my thrusts savage, unrelenting. “Look at you—so needy, so desperate—taking everything I give you.”

She whimpered, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, her body trembling with overstimulation. But she didn’t beg me to stop. She begged for more.

“Harder—please—fuck me harder—”

I obliged. My thrusts turned animalistic, the sound of skin slapping echoing with every stroke. I fucked her until the bed creaked, until her cries broke into sobs of pleasure.

Her orgasm ripped through her again, her body shaking violently, her pussy tightening around me like she was trying to drag me over the edge with her.

I groaned, my own release building, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet. I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back again. Her eyes were wild, her chest heaving, but she spread her legs willingly, desperate, begging with her body.

I slammed back into her, her nails raking down my chest as I pounded her mercilessly. “You’re mine,” I snarled, my forehead pressed to hers. “Say it.”

“I’m yours—Enzo—I’m yours!” she cried, her voice raw.

That pushed me over. My thrusts grew sloppy, desperate, until I buried myself deep one last time, my release tearing through me. I groaned loud, filling her, my body shuddering with the force of it.

Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

And she never once realized.

She thought I was him.