Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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

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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 bit my lower lip as I tried to stop myself from making any sound. But I felt his finger tug my chin until I finally let go of my lips. He lowered his head until our lips were brushing on one another.

"Moan 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 he was going to get what he wanted by thrusting his whole self deeper into my core.

"Aaaahhh!" I moaned in pleasure, and the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

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We were in the middle of that passionate moment when I suddenly heard a noise coming from the door.

"Y-Your Majesty...wait..." I whispered in between my heavy breathing.

while moving faster than he was before.

But Titus didn't stop. He continued to

invade

"T-Titus..." I called out to him once again.

"Alpha, are you in there?" said Beta Scott.

My breath hitched as Beta Scott's voice echoed through the hallway. Panic shot through me like a lightning bolt, my entire body tensing, every nerve on high alert.

"Your Majesty!" I hissed, pressing my hands against his chest, trying to push him away. "Let me go. Someone's outside!"

But he didn't move.

If anything, he seemed to enjoy the way I squirmed, the way 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, his voice rich with amusement. "Afraid of being caught?"

I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. "Yes! Now move!"

He chuckled, the deep, velvety sound vibrating through me. But instead of listening, he trailed his lips down the side of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "Relax,” he whispered. "He won't come in unless I tell him to."

A sharp, impatient knock followed.

"Your Majesty, I need a word," Beta Scott's voice rang through the heavy wooden doors. "It's urgent."

I froze beneath Titus, my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded violently, every instinct telling me to shove him. away before we were discovered.

But Titus? He didn't so much as flinch.

"Let's talk tomorrow, Scott," he answered smoothly, his voice completely unbothered.

I shot him a glare, 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 time in the world.

"This will only take a minute, Alpha. I just need to discuss your course of travel once we leave," Scott insisted, his voice firm but respectful.

Titus let out an exasperated sigh, 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 call for

you."

My eyes widened in disbelief. He was still on top of me, still inside me, and he was having a conversation as if nothing was out of place. Heat rushed to my face, mortification and frustration surging through me.

I pushed at his chest again, my fingers pressing against the hard muscle, but Titus remained unmoving, his weight solid and immovable. He was enjoying this, relishing in the fact that I was stuck, helpless beneath him while someone stood just outside the door, completely unaware of what was happening.

His lips ghosted over my ear, his voice so low only I could hear. "What's the matter, kitten?" he murmured, amusement lacing every word. "Does the idea of getting caught excite you?"

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But my silence only seemed to amuse him further.

The hallway outside fell quiet. Beta Scott had likely retreated, heeding his Alpha's order. But even knowing we were no

Titus leaned back slightly, his eyes gleaming with victory as he took in my flustered expression. "Now, where were we?" he mused, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path down my side.

I swallowed hard, hating how easily he unraveled me.

This man was going to be the death of me.

Before he could move again, I pressed a firm hand against his chest, my fingers splayed over the warm skin, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm. "Wait," I blurted out, my voice breathless but insistent. Titus let out a slow exhale, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "What now?"

"What was that all about?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

His lips twitched, caught somewhere between irritation and amusement. "Seriously, Sage? Are we going to talk about that now?" He asked, arching a brow as if I had just suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Yes," I shot back. "We are not moving forward until you tell me what's going on."

Titus let out a long, exasperated sigh, the kind that said he knew I wasn't going to

let this go. "They're leaving at dawn," he finally muttered.

I frowned, sensing there was more to the story. "Without you?"

"I have other plans," he said vaguely, his expression unreadable.

My eyes narrowed. "What plans are you?"

Before I could even finish my sentence, he slammed his hips forward, buryingnoveldrama

himself deep inside me in one swift motion.

“Aahhh... f*ck!” I cried out, my words dissolving into a strangled moan as a sharp wave of pleasure shot through me. My fingers instinctively clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

Titus smirked darkly, his voice a low, taunting whisper against my ear. "We're not here to talk, sweetheart," he murmured, punctuating his words with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. "We're here to f*ck."

His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer, deeper, completely under his control. The smug dominance in his gaze sent heat rushing through my veins, and despite my lingering curiosity, my body responded to him in a way that defied

reason.

I wanted to push the question further, but instead, I surrendered-because when it came to Titus, he always gets what he

wants.

I gasped as he moved, stealing the breath from my lungs, my fingers clutching

onto his arms for balance. His smirk deepened at my reaction, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Titus-” I started, but he silenced me with a slow, teasing brush of his lips against

my jaw.

"Enough with the questions and save your energy, kitten. We will have a long

night,” he said, which sounded like a promise.