Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 161

LUCIEN’S POV

My fingers tightened on her chin, hard enough that I felt the delicate bone beneath her skin. Her eyes blazed up at me, bright and unafraid, daring me to lose control.

“What the fuck did you just say?” The words tore out of me, low and guttural, my wolf so close to the surface l could taste the growl on my tongue.

She didn’t flinch. Not even a little. Instead, she leaned in until her lips almost brushed mine, her breath hot against my mouth.

“You heard me,” she whispered, voice velvet and venom. ” might just let another man fuck me.

Something inside me snapped.

The bond roared. My vision tunneled. All I could see was her-those defiant eyes, that wicked mouth, the flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with heat.

I crashed my lips into hers.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claiming. Rough, punishing, desperate. My mouth slammed against hers with all the rage and hunger I’d been choking down. She tasted like sin and rebellion, and I wanted to drown in it.

She fought me immediately. Her hands flew to my chest,shoving hard, nails scraping through my shirt. She twisted her head, trying to break free, but I didn’t let her. I grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, yanked them above her head, and pinned them to the door. My body pressed into hers, trapping her completely.

She bit my lower lip-hard. Sharp pain exploded across my mouth, blood blooming on my tongue.

1 groaned. Fuck, I liked it.

I kissed her harder, forcing my tongue past her teeth, invading her mouth the way I wanted to invade every part of her. She kept fighting, squirming against me, hips bucking like she wanted to throw me off. But I felt it-the way her body rolled into mine, the soft friction that made my cock throb painfully against my pants.

With a growl, I bent and lifted her clean off the ground.

Her legs kicked, but I didn’t care. I carried her the few steps to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced once and immediately tried to scramble away, crawling toward the headboard like a wild thing.

I was on her before she made it an inch.

I grabbed her hips, dragged her back down, and flipped her onto her back. My body came down over hers, knees forcing her thighs apart, weight pinning her to the sheets.

“Get off me, you stupid jerk!” she snarled, face flushed, hair wild around her head.I seized her chin again, forcing her to look at me. My thumb dug into the soft spot under her jaw.

“You’ll never look at another man like that again,” ! growled, voice rough.

Her eyes flashed. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. I’ll look at anyone I-”

I swallowed the rest of her words with another brutal kiss.

My mouth crushed hers, teeth clashing, tongue demanding surrender. She thrashed beneath me, but | felt it again-that unconscious grind of her hips against mine, the way her thighs tightened around my waist even as she tried to shove me away.

She bit me again, harder this time. Blood trickled down my chin.

I groaned into her mouth, the sound raw and needy. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart. My wolf fucking loved it-loved her fire, loved the fight, loved that she hated me enough to draw blood.

She moaned-sharp, involuntary-her body bowing toward me even as her mouth spat curses. I sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. My hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers until she was trembling beneath me.

* “Get away from me,” she whispered, but it came out weak, breathless.

I ignored her. Switched to the other nipple, sucking deeper, letting her feel the edge of my teeth. My free hand slid down her, stomach, over the ruined dress, and slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.

She tried to twist away, thighs clamping, but I wedged my hips deeper between her legs and held her open. My fingers found slick, swollen heat.

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen from my kisses, cheeks burning red.

I smirked against her breast. “You’re soaked for me, little mate.”No, I’m not,” she snapped, voice shaking. “It’s not because of you.”

I circled her clit slowly, deliberately, watching her head fall back against the pillow as another moan tore from her throat. My mouth closed around her nipple again, sucking in time with the lazy stroke of my fingers.

Her hips jerked into my hand.

I kissed a path down her ribs, her stomach, using my teeth to drag her panties down her thighs. She whispered, breathless and furious, “I don’t like you.”

I tossed the shredded lace aside and pushed her thighs wide. Held them open with bruising hands.

She was glistening, swollen, dripping with need. I met her eyes-dark, defiant, and so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“By the time I/m done with you,” I said, voice rough as gravel, “you’ll never look at another man again.”