Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 160

SAGE

"Do you still think you can walk away from me?" He murmured, his voice thick with something dangerous.

I was still catching my breath when he started to slowly undress himself in front of

me. I gulped as I watched him peel off his clothes one over the other. My throat suddenly felt dry when his mighty sword sprung out of his pants.

I perfectly remember how huge he was, but why do I feel like he's even gotten bigger since then?

"But you know what? I think I have a better idea. I you until you can't walk anymore," he said, which sounds like

1 just fuck a promise.

And honestly, I was looking forward to it.

He teased my entrance with the tip of his shaft, taunting me. He will deliberately slide his head just to withdraw it the very next second, making me crave more.

"Ooohh...please..." I pleaded.

"Please what, kitten?" he teased me despite knowing exactly what I wanted.

"I want more..." I replied.

"That's not what I want to hear, kitten," he said as he continued to tease my entrance.

I was breathing heavily as I was drowning in the waves of passion and desire. He wants me to say it. He wants me to admit it. And he has no plan on giving me what I want unless I give in. I was already buried too deep that I didn't care about anything but to feel his whole inside me.

"Please... I want you," I pleaded.

Titus's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, the kind that sent shivers racing down my spine. He ran his hands up my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself against me. His touch was both teasing and possessive, his heat searing into my skin.

"As you wish, my queen," he uttered before slamming his whole length inside me.

"Aahhh...fck!" I cursed loudly. A sharp gasp tore from my throat, my fingers gripping onto his shoulders as a mix of pleasure and pain crashed through me. My body stretched to accommodate him, the sensation overwhelming, electric, leaving me breathless.

Titus groaned, his forehead dropping against mine as he gave me a moment to adjust. His hands were firm on my waist, his breath hot against my lips. "You feel just as I remember you," he whispered, his voice laced with restraint, as if he were barely holding himself together.

I bit my lip, my body instinctively molding against his. My heart pounded wildly, the intensity of the moment making it impossible to think of anything but him, the way he filled every part of me.

I felt his finger tug my chin until I

for me, kitten. I want to hear you scream," he whispered against my lips. He wasn't satisfied with just saying that; he made sure that

pleasure, and the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing as he continued to

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Chapter 160

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passionate moment when I suddenly heard a

I whispered in between

moving faster than

Titus didn't stop. He

invade

called out to him once

in

breath hitched as Beta Scott's voice echoed through the hallway. Panic shot through me

his chest, trying to push him away.

But he didn't move.

my pulse raced beneath his touch. A smirk curled on his lips as he leaned in, brushing his nose against mine. "Why so flustered, my queen?" he murmured,

clenched my jaw, glaring at

he trailed his lips down the side of

sharp, impatient

I need a word," Beta Scott's voice rang through the heavy wooden

in my throat. My heart pounded violently, every instinct telling

Titus? He didn't so much as

Scott," he answered

my panic turning into frustration. Was he actually serious? Beta Scott had said it was urgent, yet here Titus was, acting like he had all the

to discuss your course of travel once we leave," Scott insisted,

clearly uninterested in whatever his Beta had to say. "Just leave it in my room. I'll check it later. If I have questions, I'll

you."

inside me, and he was having a conversation as if nothing was out of place.

Titus remained unmoving, his weight solid and immovable. He was enjoying this, relishing in the fact that I was stuck, helpless beneath him

"What's the matter, kitten?" he murmured, amusement lacing every word. "Does

clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But

quiet. Beta Scott had likely retreated,

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victory as he took in my flustered expression. "Now, where were

swallowed hard, hating how easily

man was going to be the

rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm.