I Don’t Dessive You
I Don’t Deserve You
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I had never had to restrain myself so much in my life.
Ltold myself this was for the best. That she should meet other men. That she should enjoy things she had never done before and would never be able to do with me.
I would have given my life to be the one waiting for her at the bottom of those stairs.
Damn it, she was beautiful.
And now I was not the only one who could see her.
Hidden in the darkness, watching from above, I breathed in the filthy scent of every male who wanted her
I saw her smile at them. Dance with them. Especially with that idiot who would not stop touching her waist and pressing her body against his.
My claws left marks in the stone, and Soul was on the edge of losing control.
Legna’s suppression was barely holding me back.
When Isidora walked away, my heart lurched.
Even though she had told me not to follow her, even though I had done another stupid thing that hurt her, maybe if I could convince her to leave with me, to abandon that ridiculous party…
I did not know what to do.
I was going mad, torn between reason and my heart.
In the end, my heart won.
I went down the stairs slowly, already catching her scent in the air, already smiling like an idiot.
I stopped at the bottom of the dark stairwell and stared at her slender back, her narrow waist, and that wild hair spilling down her spine.
I was about to take a step, thinking about how to seduce her, how to keep being a damned selfish bastard, when another présence appeared at the corner of the corridor.
“It’s that damned Alpha! I don’t want him anywhere near my female!” Soul roared, making the blood boil in my veins and clouding my reason.
He was coveting my woman right in front of me.
And no one stole a lycan’s mate.
I threw myself at him. The bastard collapsed with barely a touch. I was going to tear him apart. I swear, madness was taking hold of me.
My aura was about to explode and expose me, but then her scream slipped into my ears, and I looked into those green eyes full of fear.
She was afraid of me.
Afraid of the beast that was about to break free and destroy everything.
Even… maybe… her life.
That was what controlled me a little.
Only a little.
I needed to mark her. I needed to fuck her and leave my seed inside her, to tell every male in that room that this woman had
an owner.
I lifted her like an animal and carried her to that same upper gallery. Below, people kept dancing, oblivious to what was happening above them.
“Did you imagine fucking any of them?” I gripped her chin as I roughly lifted the layers of her skirt.
“Stop it. Stop…” she murmured.
“Scream at me. Why don’t you scream so everyone down there knows you’re fucking your slave up here?” My voice came out wolfish. I wanted to punish her. For wanting others. For wanting to betray me.
I tore off my belt and pulled my half-hard cock from my trousers.
Don’t Deserve You
My hand went to Isidora’s nape as I pressed her forward, dominating her, almost pushing her out from the shelter of the
curtains.
i moved between her legs and ripped her panties away. My fingers stroked between the petals of her cunt.
She was wet.
And the thought that it might be because of all that courting snapped the last thread of patience I had left.
I grabbed my cock and pushed it against her tight entrance while gripping her throat and forcing her back hard against my
chest.
“Now I want you to remember exactly who the fuck you belong to, Isidora.”
I drove my hips forward as my knees bent.
My cock sank into that tight sheath, making me growl between pleasure and jealousy.
“Ahppmm…” Her loud moan was immediately smothered by her hands.
i fucked into her with thrusts that grew deeper, faster, wetter.
My thick length pushed farther and farther inside her. She spread her legs to take my size, until one thrust buried me completely in her.
A muffled roar tore from my throat, and I heard the moan Isidora tried desperately to hide.
“Mnn… You were so happy talking and laughing with those men. Why don’t you show them the face you make when you’re being fucked?”
My canines grazed her ear, both of us bent forward while my hips slammed against her ass.
“Show them what a filthy slut you turn into when my dick is buried inside you. Let them hear those filthy moans. Don’t hold back now.”
tightened my hand on her hip. My cock slid almost all the way out only to impale her again.
Isidora’s smothered moans grew more suffocating with every thrust. Our breaths came fast, furtive.
I buried my nose in all that red hair, getting even harder from the scent that drove me insane.
“You’re mine, damn it. You’re mine. No one is going to have you. No one is going to fuck you like I do. I don’t want you with them… Mnn… I don’t want it…”
Possessive growls escaped me, the word mate on the tip of my tongue.
My hips sped up, and the sound of our bodies colliding, the lewd scent of sex, could no longer be hidden.
My free hand left her hip, and I managed to slip it between the layers of her ruined skirt while I fucked her standing up, like a dog in heat, bending my knees and driving into her.
My fingers found that swollen clit and began to torment it without mercy, stroking her fast.
I wanted her to come for me.
I wanted to feel the control I had over her body.
“I want you to come with my cock inside you. Mine. Do it. Do it now, Isidora.”
I almost roared it aloud. By then, I did not know if the music was still hiding us.
I did not care.
I wanted them to see her fucking me. I wanted everyone to know whose seed would fill her cunt.
“Do it.” My wolf’s voice growled the order into her ear, and it was as if Isidora’s body died to obey me.
“Mmmggsrr…” She trembled all over, both hands clamped over her mouth as she pressed herself hard against my chest and tipped her head back, her eyes closed.
I felt her cunt shudder, trembling and clenching around me, dragging me into fucking glory.
I hid my face in her hair again, scenting her obsessively, knowing this was wrong and still not regretting it.
Damn it.
Why did I have to give away what was mine?
My heavy balls tightened and emptied every drop.
My cock pulsed in ecstasy as I buried myself deep against her cervix and filled her with my essence, my scent, my mark.
My canines ached to sink into her nape, but I clenched my teeth so hard the veins in my jaw throbbed with pain.
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wrapped my arms around Isidora, more desperate than ever.
She was going to hate me for this.
She was going to despise me.
And I was not wrong.
All it took was for me to release her, to pull out of her while my seed dripped to the floor between her open legs/
I watched her lower her skirt with a coldness that squeezed my soul.
Soul was calmer after having her, but now… when I saw her eyes as she turned around…
Goddess.
“Isidora….1…”
Slap!
I did not even turn my face when she struck me with all her strength.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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