Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 116

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Chapter 116 

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I turned my head, doing everything I could to evade Titus’s fervent kisses, but his relentless persistence made it nearly impossible. Every time I moved, his lips would find their way back to me–brushing against my jawline, trailing down my neck, leaving a path of burning heat that sent shivers coursing through my body. 

I clung to the last thread of my sanity, desperate to hold on and resist him. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to fight harder, to remind myself that this isn’t right. But the warmth of his body seeping through my very soul was making it impossible for me to do so. It was like a wildfire consuming me, spreading through every fiber of my being and threatening to leave nothing but ashes behind. 

His lips moved with a newfound hunger, his kisses growing bolder and more insistent. Each touch of his mouth against my skin sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I could feel my defenses crumbling with every passing second. 

“Stop…” I whispered, my voice weak and trembling, betraying my own uncertainty. But even as I spoke, I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted to him. My heart raced, my breaths grew shallow, and an ache I couldn’t explain began to coil low in 

my stomach. 

As his kisses became hungrier, more desperate, my grip on reality started to slip. The line between resistance and surrender blurred until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. His hands, firm but gentle, held me in place, and the heat radiating from his touch seemed to melt away every ounce of my resolve. 

My thoughts grew hazy, the logical part of me struggling to hold on, reminding myself why this couldn’t happen. But my body–traitorous and overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence–was no longer listening. It was as if it had a mind of its 

own. 

“Titus…” I managed to whisper, though I wasn’t sure if it was a plea for him to stop or a surrender to what was quickly becoming inevitable. My voice faltered as his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, and a soft, involuntary gasp escaped me. 

He didn’t stop, not even when my pleas grew softer and more desperate. Instead, Titus seemed fueled by my resistance, his lips continuing their path downward, trailing a searing line of kisses along my collarbone until they reached the valley of my breasts. The heat of his mouth and the possessive way his hands gripped my waist made my pulse race uncontrollably. 

“Stop… please…” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and something far more confusing–a dangerous pull I couldn’t deny, no matter how much I tried. 

His hands roamed, firm but careful, as though he was fighting to balance his strength with tenderness. His lips lingered against my skin, each kiss igniting a fire that spread through my body. It was overwhelming, the sheer intensity of his presence, his scent, his touch. 

“You can beg all you want, kitten,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers down my spine. “But your body isn’t saying no.” 

His words struck a nerve, and I tried to push him away, my palms pressing against the solid wall of his chest. But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was unyielding, his strength absolute, and my attempts only seemed to amuse him. 

“Stop fighting me Sage,” he said, his crimson eyes flickering up to meet mine. There was a softness in them now, a flicker of something deeper beneath the primal hunger that consumed him. “You’re only making this harder–for both of us.” 

I shook my head, trying to summon what little strength I had left. “No. We should stop right now. This isn’t right, Titus,” I said, my voice breaking. 

“Says who?” he asked with a seductive smirk playing on his lips. 

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I couldn’t answer. Because honestly, I have no answer. 

His smile widened as he watched me lost for words. “I thought so,” he said confidently. 

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He dipped his head again, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin just above the neckline of my dress. His hands slid upward, brushing against my ribs, and I felt my breath hitch, my resolve wavering. 

I knew I had to stop this before it went any further, but his touch, his heat, the overwhelming force of his presence–it was all–consuming, and I felt myself slipping further into the storm that was Titus. 

But before I could even utter another protest, a wave of heat washed over me, leaving me breathless. My pulse quickened, and a strange warmth spread through my veins, pooling low in my abdomen. I clenched my fists against his chest, trying to focus, to think, but my body was betraying me. 

No. This couldn’t be happening. 

I shook my head, panic rising in my chest like a tidal wave. “No, no, no…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to deny the truth my body was screaming at me. 

Titus’s sharp, knowing gaze locked onto mine, his smirk spreading slowly, almost wickedly. His eyes glowed with a dangerous satisfaction, the kind that sent a shiver racing down my spine. 

“Ah,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with triumph. “I knew it…” 

My mind raced, searching desperately for answers. The heat, the overwhelming pull, the way my senses had heightened- none of it made sense. Unless… 

But Titus wasn’t about to give me that chance. His hold on me tightened, his body pressing against mine, every inch of him radiating a raw, unyielding determination. The crimson fire in his eyes blazed hotter as they locked onto mine, making it impossible to look away. There was no escape from the force of his presence.