Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 117

R-18 MATURE

SAGE

"Please, lick me more...

Titus's grin widened, his crimson eyes glowing with triumph. "Is my pleasure, my lady," he said, his tone laced with seduction. Without another word, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me again, and I cried out as he expertly resumed his torment. This time, there was no holding back, no hesitation as he lavished me with his attention, his tongue moving in ways that unraveled me piece by piece. His grip on my thighs tightened, keeping me pinned in place as he devoured me like a man starved, every flick and swirl of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.

"Titus..." I whimpered, clutching at the sheets, my entire body trembling under the intensity of his touch. The world around. me blurred into nothingness, leaving only him-his hands, his mouth, his unrelenting focus on driving me completely over the edge.

And as the tension within me coiled tighter and tighter, I realized there was no going back. I was his completely, and in this moment, I didn't want it

didn't want it any other way.

Titus growled softly, the vibration adding to the unbearable pleasure coursing through me. His tongue worked with precision, every flick, swirl, and stroke pushing me closer to the edge. My body was trembling uncontrollably now, a slave to the overwhelming sensations he was drawing out of me.

"Titus... I can't..." I gasped, my voice barely coherent as the pressure inside me built higher and higher. My hands fisted the strands of his hair as I was desperately looking for something to hold on to while slowly ascending to my highest peak. But the pleasure was too intense that I was subconsciously pushing his head away from my center.

He glanced up at me, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something deeper-possessiveness, perhaps. "Don't push me," he murmured against me, his lips brushing over my sensitive skin. "I don't want to get interrupted while having my meal," he warned before he continued eating my femininity.

With one final flick of his tongue, the coil of tension inside me snapped. A wave of ecstasy crashed over me, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me utterly undone. I cried out his name, my body arching off the bed as the release consumed me, leaving me trembling and vulnerable beneath him. My legs were shaking, and I'm almost out of my wits.

But Titus didn't stop, his mouth and hands coaxing me through the aftershocks until I was left boneless and spent. He finally lifted his head, his lips glistening, and his smirk was one of pure triumph.

"You're breathtaking when you let yourself go," he said, his voice rough with desire. His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumb gently brushing against my cheek as if to ground me.

I blinked up at him, still trying to catch my breath, my heart racing as his words settled over me. There was no teasing in his expression now, only a raw intensity that made my stomach flutter.

"I..." I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. The bond between us hummed like a live wire, stronger than ever, and I could feel his need for me pulsing through it like a second heartbeat.

Titus leaned down, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss that was surprisingly tender, a contrast to the wild storm we'd just been caught in. "We're far from done, Sage," he whispered against my mouth, his tone filled with promise.

A shiver ran through me, and I knew he was right. This was only the beginning.

kiss reignited the fire I thought had burned itself out,

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every inch of skin that

my voice shaky with both

your being," he growled,

fact that I want this. This has nothing

shivers through my body. When his lips reached the hollow of my throat, he paused, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin before nipping it lightly with his teeth. "You're mine, kitten," he said, his voice dark and reverent, each word

for doubt or resistance. My body ached for his touch, for his closeness, and

With ease, he spread them apart, positioning himself. between them, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity in his eyes sent a wave of heat rushing through me, and I felt my breath

with an intensity that made my heart race. His voice dropped to a near whisper, deep and full of unyielding promise. "I'm going to make you mine

making my breath hitch in anticipation. Slowly, he began to ease his long, hard shaft into me. My body stretched to accommodate him, the sensation both

laced with pleasure and need, as he paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness. My fingers instinctively dug into his bare back, my nails leaving faint marks on his skin, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he let out a low growl, a sound that resonated

and deliberate at first, each one sending

deeper, more powerful, leaving me gasping for air, my mind spinning with the sheer intensity of it

voice rough and strained

me as he continued to claim me, his movements growing more fervent, more demanding. My body arched into him, meeting his every thrust, as if it had been waiting

as he leaned back slightly. His hands slid down to my

and breathless, trying to process his words. He smirked, the curve of his lips both teasing and commanding. With a gentle but insistent grip, he shifted, guiding me to move with him. Before I realized what was happening, I was on top of him, straddling his

I felt him poking the deepest part of my insides. This position was different, yet it's

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