Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 

MATURE CONTENT 

SAGE 

I gasped, desperate for air, the moment his lips finally left mine. This kiss felt nothing like the one we’d shared before. It was fiercer, almost frantic, with a hunger in it that left me shaken to the core. His grip on me was unyielding, as though letting go would break something fragile inside him. 

My breath came in ragged gulps as I tried to steady myself, still caught in his hold. His eyes were dark, blazing with a fire I hadn’t seen before, and there was an intensity in the way he looked at me, almost as if he were fighting a battle with himself just to hold back. My pulse hammered in my ears, matching the raw, wild energy that seemed to roll off him. 

“Stop….” I murmured, barely able to speak. My voice was breathless, tinged with the confusion and thrill coursing through me. He didn’t respond, his gaze sweeping over my face, lingering on my lips as if he were memorizing every detail. 

Without a word, his hand lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to the passion that had overtaken him. The tenderness caught me off guard, and for a split second, the barriers I had so carefully built around my heart started to crumble. 

“Do you really want me to stop?” He whispered, his voice low, almost tortured. 

It wasn’t much of a question; he was basically taunting me. He can read my body like the back of his hand. He perfectly knows that I was already trapped in my primal desire. I was aching for his touch more than I’m willing to admit. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said instead of saying no. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to utter the word. The truth is, I don’t want him to stop. 

His voice was a low, taunting whisper as his lips brushed against my skin. “You didn’t answer my question, kitten,” he murmured, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Do you really want me to stop?” His mouth traced the line of my jaw, the sensation sending shivers down my spine and making it difficult to catch my breath. 

Hearing that old endearment twisted something inside me. A part of me wanted to believe that maybe there was still a flicker of something real beneath his intensity, that he hadn’t entirely shut me out. But I knew better. If he was in control, none of this would be happening. 

With all the strength I could muster, I whispered, “Let…me…go, my voice trembling even as I tried to push him back. 

But instead of releasing me, he chuckled, the deep sound vibrating against my skin. His lips continued their path along my neck, sending waves of warmth that made my mind blur. Then he lifted his head, his darkened eyes meeting mine. They glowed with an intense, almost predatory gleam, the unmistakable sign of a desire he was no longer holding back. His eyes were glowing bright red, a clear indication that he wanted us to mate. 

“Come on, kitten,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine, teasingly close. “You can do better than that. Push me harder.” 

“Go away! I don’t want-” My protest was silenced as he crushed his mouth to mine, his kiss fierce and consuming, drowning out the last of my resistance. His tongue slipped past my lips, claiming my mouth with a hunger that stole every coherent thought. 

My body betrayed me, responding to his touch as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring me with a confidence that made my heart race. One hand moved to my chest, fingers tracing and kneading, igniting sparks with each caress, while his other hand traveled down, resting on the curve of my hip, before settling lower. When his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over my center, even the thin fabric between us couldn’t muffle the sensation. 

“Hmmm…” A soft moan escaped my lips, caught against his as he continued, his touch drawing a shiver from deep within me. Every instinct told me to stop him, to pull away—but his unrelenting passion was like a storm, leaving me unable to resist, lost in the intensity of the moment and the spell he wove around me. 

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His hand moved over me in slow circles, sending waves of heat through my body that left me breathless. My fingers gripped his shoulders, trying one last time to push him back, but his strength was solid, unyielding. Every attempt to pull away seemed to only draw him closer, as if my resistance was just fueling his desire. 

“No…” I managed to gasp, my voice faint, barely more than a whisper. But any words I might have said faded away under his warm touch. 

His mouth found mine again, softer this time but filled with a longing that made me feel lightheaded. His fingers trailed down my spine, sparking every nerve. He pulled me closer, his familiar scent filling my senses that is impossible to resist. Every bit of my resolve was melting away, slipping into the steady rhythm of his touch as he drew me deeper. 

His heartbeat matched my own, a steady, rapid rhythm that seemed to echo the tension between us. His hand moved up, cupping my face with a tenderness that contrasted so sharply with the intensity of just moments ago. His thumb traced gentle circles on my cheek, his eyes meeting mine, and for a second, I saw a flicker of something deeper, something that almost felt like regret. 

But whatever tenderness he held in that look wasn’t enough to hold him back. Slowly, his hand drifted downward, slipping inside my pants without hesitation, his fingers searching until they found the heat of my center. My breath hitched as his fingers brushed along the soft, sensitive skin, sparking sensations that sent a shiver through my body. 

Without pause, he ran his finger along my most sensitive area, exploring, before finally pressing a finger inside. The movement was smooth, his finger slipping in effortlessly, igniting an intense warmth that seemed to spread through my every nerve. My body responded instantly, betraying the confusion in my mind caused by the thrill of his touch despite everything. 

“Ahhh… stop… someone might see us…” I managed to say between heavy breaths, my voice breaking with each wave of sensation flooding my body. 

He froze for a moment, then lifted his head, his intense gaze locking onto mine. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and full of something I couldn’t quite read. 

“Afraid Scott might see you?” he asked, his voice laced with bitterness. 

“What?” I blurted out, taken aback by the accusation. I wasn’t thinking of anyone in particular–I was just anxious about someone catching us in this vulnerable moment. I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off before I could say anything. 

“I think I need to pleasure you to the point where you can’t think of anyone but me,” he growled, resuming the relentless rhythm of his fingers, each movement deliberate and consuming. 

“F–Fck!” I gasped as his fingers worked inside me, pleasure surging through me, making every nerve come alive. He added another finger, intensifying the feeling, his pace quickening until my moans escaped uncontrollably. “Ooh… sh*t!” I cried, my mouth falling open, my eyes fluttering as the pleasure built, overwhelming my senses. 

His lips found the curve of my shoulder, brushing kisses along my skin, his breath warm and intoxicating against me. “I’m going to make sure you only think of me,” he murmured, his voice dark with determination. His words sent a thrill through me as his fingers pressed deeper, each stroke sending me spiraling closer to the edge. His tongue trailed along my shoulder, and I could feel the surge of my release building, inching me closer to the brink. 

My hands tangled in his hair, desperate to anchor myself against the storm inside me. Just as I felt the climax rise within me, he moved swiftly, his teeth sinking into my shoulder in a deep, possessive bite that sent shockwaves of mingled pleasure and pain shooting through my entire body. 

“Aaaahhh” Feried out, the intensity of his mark pushing me over, my release hitting me like a tidal wave, blurring everything else into a haze of pure, raw sensation. 

“Sweet,” he uttered as he licked every ounce of my juices from his fingers. He was staring at me intently while my eyes were heavy from that mind–blowing gas. 

As the haze of release began to fade, a slow realization crept in, and my senses returned to the dull ache where his teeth had 

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