Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 294:

“Fuck,” I groan, slamming into her one last time as I come, hot and thick, filling her completely.

We collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other, our breaths ragged. I untie her hands, massaging the marks left by the cuffs, and pull the blindfold off, kissing her tenderly.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her face.

Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles, her cheeks flushed. “So are you, Sir.”

I smirk, pulling her closer. “Rest up, baby. We’re just getting started.”

Jasmine’s body is limp in my arms, her breathing still unsteady, her skin warm and glowing. She presses her face against my chest, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her tremble. But as much as she’s spent, I know she can take more. She wants more.

“You think I’m done with you?” I whisper, my voice low and teasing. My fingers stroke her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, filled with a mix of exhaustion and unquenched hunger.

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she gives a small shake of her head, and I smirk. “Good girl.”

Sliding out from under her, I leave her sprawled on the bed, her hair fanned out, her legs still shaking. I take my time, walking over to the chest at the foot of the bed. The metallic clink of chains echoes in the quiet room as I open it, pulling out the next tool I plan to use on her.

“What… what are you doing?” Her voice is soft, unsure, but the curiosity and anticipation are clear.

I glance over my shoulder, holding up the spreader bar. Her breath catches, her thighs instinctively pressing together.

“Oh, baby vixen,” I say, my tone mocking and amused, “you don’t get to hide from me. I’ve waited too long, so let’s say this is your redemption.”

Returning to her, I grab her ankles and spread them apart, securing each one to the bar. The leather straps are snug but not tight enough to hurt—just enough to keep her open, vulnerable.noveldrama

𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 @ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝙘𝙤𝙢

She wriggles slightly, testing the restraints, and the motion sends a thrill straight to my cock.

“Ryder,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing.

“Not Ryder,” I correct her, my tone darkening. “Who am I right now, Jasmine?”

Her lips tremble, but then she breathes the word, soft but deliberate. “Sir.”

“That’s right.” I run my hand up her leg, pausing just shy of where I know she wants me most. She’s dripping, her slick coating her inner thighs, and I grin wickedly. “Look at this. You’re fucking soaked already.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her hips shifting, trying to get closer to my hand.

I chuckle darkly, reaching for the next toy—a sleek vibrator that fits perfectly in my palm.

“Oh, you’ll get what you’re begging for. But only when I say so.”

I press the toy against her clit, the sudden buzz making her jolt and cry out. Her back arches, her legs straining against the bar.

Straining against the bar, but there’s no escape. I keep the vibrator in place, watching her body writhe, her moans growing louder.

“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, circling the toy over her swollen clit. “Are you going to come for me already?”

She shakes her head frantically, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

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