The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 227

227: Claimed

Oh yes, she does.

Wasn’t just going to say it loud.

She stayed quiet, forcing her gaze to meet his.

“Say it, Lylah,” he collared her neck, raised her so their breath mingled. “Tell me you like what you see,”

His second hand gripped one thigh up, resting it on his shoulder. Then slid down to his length, to position it at her entrance. The head teased her, moving up and down, rubbing her slick, wet folds in the most torturous way.

Her pulse caught fire.

“Yes… I do, very much,” plea etched in her voice. “Please, Lucas… need you.”

“How much?”

“So damn much. Fill me up.”

And he did.

Slamming right into her walls with a hard, deep thrust.

Lylah screamed, pleasure and pain mixing so well. His mouth took hers wildly, his groan vibrating her throat. His cock striking

into her core was primal. Addictive. Vicious.

And just like that sinful night that had ingrained her mind, her soul–her body took it like sin.

“Fuck!” he cursed. “Look at the way you’re taking all of it. The way your walls are sucking me in like they’ve been starving for

years.”

In the faint senses of Lylah, she was stunned to see this side of Lucas. If it was years back, when she was eighteen, she might have found this scary and disturbing…

But now?

It only pulled her in, spreading and locking her legs around him.

“Yes… Aww, God!”

“Sweet little wolf,” his voice had gone deeper, feral—it was the beast talking. “All mine.”

Through her blurry sight, she saw his eyes were gold, locking into her blue shimmering ones. Fangs at the tip of his curled lip.

The hand around her neck tightened, definitely going to leave bruises tomorrow, and she would spend the next day with a scarf around it.

She didn’t mind. This was her mate’s doing.

Lucas‘ thrusts had turned hard and violent, striking that part in her that drove her insane.

It burned. Then became too much.

Her moan drifted into a scream… She was close! The knot in her guts came too violently for her to handle.

“I’m close!”

“Let it out. Let me hear you scream. Let me feel your body tremble and wreck as it ruins for me alone.”

With three violent deep thrusts, she shattered.

Her scream tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, echoing through the room like a song only meant for him.

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Her legs trembled as she saw stars in her vision. Nalls digging into his back. Eyes rolled back till they all whitened. Her walls clenched violently around him like they never wanted to let go.

Lucas groaned. Savage and guttural. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as her body convulsed around his cock.

“Fucking hell, Lylah…” he growled, fangs bared, jaw clenched as trying hard not to lose control. “Feel how right your cunt is choking on me.”

She couldn’t speak. Her lips parted, breath caught, chest heaving wildly. Her body still trembling as her high dragged her under, drowning her in waves.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow.

The beast in him was fully unleashed now.

He slammed back into her again, and again–relentless. Ruthless. Drenched in heat and feral hunger.

Each thrust was brutal. Claiming. Her head tossed back in sweet agony, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t–Lucas–I just-”

“I know,” he said darkly, eyes wild and golden. “And I’m going to make you come again. Hear you scream my name until your throat hurts.”

He flipped her, bending her over the bed without warning. He took both of her hands, pinning them at her perfectly arched

back, then spread her legs.

She barely had time to gasp before he plunged right back into her deeper than before.

A broken sound tore from her throat. Her legs nearly gave out.

“Lucas!” she cried.

“Yes, mate?” He pulled out till only the tip remained, then slammed back in.

Veins tickled at her forehead. Her insides flared up with pleasure.

“Look at you… dripping. Shaking. Sexy… red with my marks,” he said, his other hand on her hips, guiding every ruthless thrust as if punishing her walls for daring to exist without him.

Wet slaps filled the air. Her moans. Hs grunts.

“I waited so long for this,” he growled behind her, lips brushing her ear. “I did, Lylah. Starved and dreaming of fucking you like

this.”

Her heart skipped.

He did?!

“Why didn’t you?” she asked the half–male, half–beast, savaging her.

He let out a dark chuckle, pushing all the way in and leaning close to her ear. His deep voice sent a chill down her spine.

“Because I knew once I had you… I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Her body jerked with each slam. Pleasure spiraling through her like wildfire.

“I wanted you to be ready. Ready to get tied to my bed and get fucked through every heat, every full moon… until your body forgets what it means to exist without me.”

Maybe he was right. That night he kissed her and left, he had said something similar. Like being greedy… wanting to be the only one she’d ever think of.

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“Prepared to know the kind of monster you fell for…” his voice dropped–feral and low. “The one the moon chose for you…”

“As you wish, dear handsome Lord,” she smirked through ecstasy

The moment her words landed, he angled his thrust–right at that spot.

She broke.

Her scream hit the ceiling as another orgasm slammed through her, stronger than the last. Her legs gave out completely, body twitching under him.

“Good girl,” he groaned, not slowing down. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

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