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

tightened on the blanket, knuckles white, as I m**ally built the walls around myself, brick by brick, willing my mind to take control again. I wasn't going to give in, no matter

him and half to myself. My voice was strained, filled with determination

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

clenched, body trembling. I wasn't going

nerve screaming for release, but I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. His presence in my mind was overwhelming; every sensation he felt mirrored in

thoughts brushing against mine with smug satisfaction. He

my hands, anchoring me to the present. My jaw ached from how hard I was biting down, holding back the moan, threatening to escape, I wouldn't give him that, wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing my surrender. Through

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in time with his desire. Every nerve was on fire, and I could feel myself teetering on

could hear the smirk in his tone and feel the satisfaction radiating from him as he drew this out, toying with me like

sounded; I hated

allow yourself to give in,"

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

room spun around me, and I gripped the blanket 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 his grasp inch by agonizing