Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 66

SAGE

I was drenched in sweat, my body betraying every ounce of self-control I was desperately clinging to. My lower lip was caught between my teeth, biting down so hard to keep the moans at bay that I could almost taste, the faint t**g of blood on my tongue. It was the only thing I could do to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing how close I was to losing it. Id do to keep

The blanket was my lifeline, my fingers digging into the fabric so tightly it felt like it might tear under the strain. Each shallow breath was a battle, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the overwhelming sensations Titus was flooding through our connection. I refused to give in, even though every nerve in my body was alight with the pleasure he was forcing on me. I wouldn't let him win. I couldn't.

The heat of his desire crashed over me in relentless waves, every pulse of pleasure from his own body echoing through mine, as if he had full control of my senses. My heart pounded in my ears, and every muscle in my body tensed, coiled like a spring ready to snap. But I couldn't break. Not like this. Not with him watching so smugly, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

"I'm warning you, Titus," I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice barely a whisper, but it was all I could manage without letting out the sound that was threatening to spill from my lips.

"I don't take threats lightly, kitten," he responded as if accepting a challenge.

My body was betraying me, reacting in ways I couldn't stop, and every second felt like a dangerous game. I was on the verge of losing. I can already feel my underwear soaking in juices.

But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me crumble. I held onto my defiance like a lifeline, even as the tension in my body mounted, pushing me closer to the edge. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the heat he was fueling inside me, and I could feel his smug satisfaction growing stronger with every shaky breath I took.

to sever this connection before he completely unraveled me. I couldn't afford to let my body win this

the walls around myself, brick by brick, willing my mind to take control again.

half to him and half to myself. My voice was

echoed in my mind. "We'll see about that, kitten," he purred, the challenge

on, teeth clenched, body trembling. I wasn't going to break. I would not

a live wire, the silence broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing and the soft hum of power radiating from Titus. My body was a battlefield, every nerve screaming for

him, not just physically but me**lly, too. The connection between us was relentless, his thoughts brushing against mine with smug satisfaction. He thinks he's winning. But he's

back the moan, threatening to escape, I wouldn't give him that, wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing my surrender. Through our bond, his voice was a whisper in

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beat in time with his desire. Every nerve was on fire, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my mind fighting a battle my body had

and feel the satisfaction radiating from him as he drew this out, toying

desperate I sounded; I hated the

if you allow yourself to give in," he taunted, his voice a seductive whisper in my

wasn't about to let him win so easily. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing me surrender. Not now. Not ever. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I fought to maintain control. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. But I bit down harder, tasting

tighter. But just as I thought I might break, I felt something shift. My mind, battered and strained, fought back, and I could feel the connection between us weakening, slipping out of