Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 293:noveldrama

I move behind her again, letting the anticipation build. The sound of my belt unbuckling makes her freeze, her breath hitching. I smirk, the leather sliding through my hands as I fold the belt in half.

“You’re going to count,” I say, running the belt over her shoulder before letting it fall. “And you’re going to thank me for each one. Understood?”

The first strike lands on her ass, sharp and deliberate. She cries out, her body jolting forward.

“One,” she gasps. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I strike her again, harder this time, the belt leaving a faint red mark against her skin.

“Two,” she moans, her voice quivering. “Thank you, Sir.”

Her body arches with each hit, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring. By the fifth strike, her moans are louder, her thighs slick, her arousal dripping down her legs.

“Five,” she sobs. “Thank you, Sir.”

I drop the belt, my hand smoothing over her heated skin, soothing the sting. She shivers under my touch, leaning into me like she’s starving for more.

“You’re perfect like this,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking obedient. So desperate.”

“Please,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“Please, what?” I demand, my fingers sliding between her thighs again.

“Please, Sir. I need you. I need—”

Her words dissolve into a moan as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her body clenches around me, her moans growing louder as I pump them slowly, deliberately, dragging her closer to the edge.

“Not yet,” I command, pulling my hand away just as her hips start to buck.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝓶𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻

“No!” she cries out, her voice full of frustration and need.

I chuckle darkly, unzipping my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. “You’ll come when I tell you to, Jasmine. Not a second before.”

I free my cock, the tip already slick with precum, and press it against her entrance. She’s dripping, her body trembling as I tease her, rubbing the head along her folds but not pushing in.

“Beg for it,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.

“Please, Sir,” she sobs. “Please fuck me. Please, I need you inside me. I can’t—”

Her words cut off with a scream as I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt. Her body tightens around me—so fucking tight, so perfect—and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I pull out and thrust back in. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her cries fill the room as I fuck her hard, relentless, every thrust claiming her.

Her bound hands press against my stomach as she tries to steady herself, but I grab her wrists, pulling her back onto my cock.

“You’re mine,” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder, marking her. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moans, her body tightening as her orgasm builds. “I’m yours. Always.”

Her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close. I reach around, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and her screams echo off the walls as she shatters. Her body convulses, her pussy gripping me so tightly it nearly pulls me over the edge.

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