Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 150

Lisa's POV

The moment his hand cracked against my ass again, sharp and stinging, I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore out of me. My whole body was shaking, every thrust pushing me higher into madness. The sheets twisted in my fists, damp from my sweat, my breath caught in gasps that barely left my throat.

But then something inside me snapped—the need to flip this, to take it, to ride him until neither of us could breathe.

“Stop—” I panted, pushing back against him harder, my voice breaking. “Let me—”

His grip on my hips was iron, forcing me to take every brutal thrust, but I shoved back harder, dragging my body forward just enough to twist out of his hold. I collapsed forward onto the bed, rolling onto my back, chest heaving, my breasts flushed and aching from his rough teasing.

He looked down at me, eyes dark, lips curled in a smirk, his cock still slick and hard, glistening in the low light. My thighs trembled just looking at him.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I reached up, grabbed his neck, and yanked him down into a kiss that was messy, desperate, teeth clashing. My nails dug into his skin, scraping down his back as I broke the kiss and whispered against his mouth, “Lie back. Now.”

His eyes widened just slightly—surprised, amused—but he obeyed, dragging himself back against the pillows, resting with that cocky grin like he was curious what I’d do.

Perfect.

I crawled over him, straddling his hips, my wetness sliding over the thick length of him as I hovered, teasing both of us. His hands automatically went to my waist, but I caught them, pinning them down to the mattress with all the strength I had.

“My turn,” I whispered, grinding down until his cock slid against my clit, sending sparks up my spine.

He groaned, low and rough, eyes narrowing as his hips bucked up, trying to push inside me. But I lifted my hips, just out of reach, making him growl.

The power thrummed through me, the rush of being on top, of taking what I wanted. I guided him with one hand, pressing the tip against my entrance, and then sank down slowly, inch by inch, stretching wide until I cried out.

“Fuck, Lisa,” he groaned, his head falling back into the pillow, veins straining on his neck.

I clenched around him deliberately, relishing the way his face contorted, the way his hands twitched under mine, fighting the urge to grab me and take over again.

I set the pace—slow at first, grinding down hard, rocking my hips in circles, dragging his length deep with every roll. The friction made me moan loud, my nails raking over his chest as I leaned forward, hair falling around us like a curtain.

His gaze burned into me, dark and hungry, his jaw tight. “Ride me, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

I slammed down harder in answer, the bed frame rattling, my breasts bouncing with the motion. My moans turned into cries, every thrust hitting deep, sending shocks of pleasure tearing through me.

“Fuck—yes,” I gasped, throwing my head back, grinding faster, harder, chasing the high clawing through my body.

His hips snapped up to meet mine, the force of it making me scream, but I shoved him back down with my palms against his chest. “No,” I panted, riding him rougher, slamming down until the sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room. “I’m in control.”

The wicked smirk returned to his lips, but he let me have it, his eyes dark with fire as he watched me lose myself on him.

I reached behind, grabbed one of his hands, and pressed it to my breast, forcing him to pinch my nipple while I bounced harder. The sharp pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, my cries spilling uncontrolled.

His cock stretched me wide, hitting deep with every movement, my body shaking from the relentless rhythm I forced myself into. Sweat dripped down my spine, my thighs burning, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

“You like watching me fall apart, don’t you?” I gasped, grinding faster, bouncing rough enough to make the headboard slam the wall.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his voice strained, his knuckles white against the sheets. “You’re fucking wild, Lisa.”

I leaned down, lips crashing to his again, swallowing his groan as I rode him harder, wetter, every thrust building pressure deep inside me. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting hard enough to sting, making me moan into his mouth.

I broke away, panting, sweat dripping down my face, my thighs trembling violently as I kept slamming down, over and over, chasing release. My nails dug into his chest so hard I knew I’d leave marks.

“Come with me,” I begged, grinding faster, clenching around him, pushing both of us to the edge. “Please—come with me—”

His control finally snapped. He grabbed my waist with bruising force, slamming up into me with thrusts so hard I screamed, my body convulsing around him, orgasm crashing down like a tidal wave.

I cried out, voice breaking, my walls squeezing him relentlessly, milking him until he groaned, his body jerking as he spilled deep inside me.

I collapsed forward, shaking, my body still rocking against him as the aftershocks ripped through me, leaving me gasping and trembling in his arms.

But I wasn’t finished.

I pushed myself up, still straddling him, and smirked down at his wrecked expression. “Again,” I whispered, voice rough and needy.

His eyes widened, then darkened with lust. And I started to move again, slower this time but just as wild, refusing to let either of us rest.