Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 79: It’s Was Devonte’s Time

(Mature Audience Only! Do not blame me if any of you gets flushed afterwards! (Wink)

At the Private Cave

Zara slowly stepped out of the bathtub, her legs trembling as they touched the cold ground after a freshly drawn bath. She was wearing a thin, sheer dress, her damp hair cascading freely down her back.

Denzal had already left after giving her aftercare, leaving her alone. She moved toward the bedside, but the sight before her made her throat run dry.

Devonte was seated on a stone chair, his eyes dark with desire, a devious smirk playing on his lips. His gaze roamed over her, lingering shamelessly as he stroked himself through his pants. The lantern’s dim glow cast the perfect light on his chiseled physique, emphasizing every ridge of his toned body. He swallowed hard, his hunger intensifying as he took in her wet, tantalizing appearance.

"Are you going to come to me, or will you make me wait longer?"

His husky, commanding voice sent shivers down her spine. She hadn’t even recovered from the last session, yet the familiar butterflies stirred low in her abdomen. the same sensation she had felt with Denzal.

Devonte rose slowly from his seat, his eyes never leaving hers. His stare was predatory, as if he had already stripped her bare in his mind.

When she thought he would lead her to the bed, he surprised her by gripping her waist and effortlessly lifting her. In the next moment, she was seated on the sturdy oak table in the corner of the cave. Her breath hitched as she looked at him, startled by his sudden move. But he didn’t falter. his gaze remained laced with hunger and unrelenting need.

"The bed is still wet from your previous activities," he murmured in a low, rough tone. "And I want to claim the part of you that hasn’t been touched yet."

His words alone made her pulse quicken, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She swallowed hard when she felt the undeniable hardness of his arousal pressing against her.

With one swift tug, he yanked at the knot of her dress, pulling the thin fabric away from her body. She gasped as the cool air kissed her exposed skin, but Devonte’s eyes never wavered. He didn’t look anywhere else but into her eyes, his gaze demanding complete submission.

His strong hands pulled her closer, pressing her bare skin against his clothed body. The contact sent a shiver through both of them. His fingers traced her jaw, his thumb gently brushing against her lower lip before he spoke again.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. As he spoke, his fingers trailed down between her thighs, teasing her sensitive folds. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as the sinful pleasure ignited inside her.

"Tell me, Zara," he coaxed, his fingers working their magic. "What do you want me to do?"

Her body responded before her mind could catch up. Gripping his neck, she pulled him closer, her eyes locking onto him with desperate need.

"I want you, Dev," she gasped. "I want you inside me."

A slow, triumphant smirk formed on his lips before he leaned in, licking the shell of her ear.

"As you wish, my queen," he whispered.

Without another word, he spread her legs apart, making quick work of his pants. The moment their bare skin touched, she shuddered. He was painfully hard, and she knew this was going to stretch her beyond what she thought she could handle.

As he positioned himself, she braced for the overwhelming sensation. Then, with a single powerful thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely.

Both of them arched into the connection, their bodies instinctively molding together. Devonte paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, while he let out a deep, satisfied groan.

Then, he began to move. slow, deliberate strokes that soon grew faster and more urgent. One hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her waist, keeping her anchored to him. She locked her legs around his hips, matching his rhythm.

"Ah..." she moaned as he drove deeper, his thrusts turning rougher, more demanding. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails against his skin.

"Oh... God... Oh my goodness..."

Her breath hitched, her body arching as the pleasure intensified. Devonte growled at the sound of her moans, his grip tightening.

"Don’t you dare moan any other name," he growled, his fingers wrapping possessively around her throat. "You are only allowed to scream my name. Devonte. Only Devonte. Your Dev. Say it."

His command sent a new wave of heat through her body. The grip on her throat made her head spin, her arousal skyrocketing.

"Dev... Dev, I’m... ahh... I’m close," she choked out, her body trembling as he relentlessly pounded into her.

Hearing her desperate plea, he released her legs from his waist and lifted them closer to his chest. The new position allowed him to drive even deeper. She gasped, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.

Just as she was about to surrender to the blinding ecstasy, her eyes flickered toward the bed, and froze.

Denzal.

He was sitting exactly where Devonte had been earlier, still completely bare. His hand was wrapped around his arousal, stroking himself slowly as he watched them. His intense stare, laced with hunger and lust, sent another wave of heat through her body. He bit his lip, his breathing heavy as he restrained himself from groaning.

She quickly turned away, feeling both embarrassed and even more aroused by his unwavering gaze. But before she could process it, Devonte’s voice commanded her attention.

"Look at him."

His tone was dark, almost primal.

"Look at him while I fuck you deeper," he ordered, his grip tightening around her throat. "Look at him exactly the way you looked at me earlier."

With that, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his other hand kneading her breasts while he thrust into her with reckless abandon.

Obeying his command, she kept her eyes locked on Denzal while Devonte took her harder. And to her surprise, the sight of Denzal watching, his dark, hungry gaze meeting hers. only heightened the pleasure.

It felt forbidden. It felt wicked. And it felt undeniably hot.

For the first time in her life, she realized something intoxicating.

It wasn’t just about being with one man.

It was about the way both men were silently competing to see who could pleasure her more.

And in that moment, she surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy of their unspoken rivalry.

She had experience writing such scenes for her novels, but now, living that exact moment was boiling her blood at three hundred degrees of raw desire. After surviving life-and-death situations, such pleasures felt worth the risk. This was exactly what she felt at this moment.

"Ahhh... Dev... Dev... I’m... I’m coming..."

She gasped as the climax shattered through her, sending violent tremors across her body. Her legs quivered, struggling to stay spread, but she couldn’t move an inch. Devonte was still thrusting into her wildly.

"Wait, sweetie, I’m not done with you yet."

His deep, husky voice sent another wave of shivers through her. The sound of their bodies colliding, mixed with heavy groans and sweat-slicked skin, filled the cave with the suffocating intensity of desire.

Denzal watched with a half-open mouth, his hand stroking his thick member harder at the sight of her arousal dripping down the edge of the table. That sinful view only made his hunger for her grow more uncontrollable.

Just when she thought her body couldn’t take any more, her thighs numb from his brutal pace, her eyes widened in shock as another orgasm built inside her. She could feel it tightening, her body writhing with both pleasure and exhaustion.

"Dev... Dev... I can’t... ahhh—"

Her loud scream echoed through the cave as her release tore through her with an unbearable intensity. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, shaking violently in his hold. At the same rhythm, Devonte reached his own peak, groaning deeply as he spilled inside her, filling her completely.

Both of them collapsed, panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. As they tried to catch their breath, Devonte finally pulled away, his darkened eyes drinking in the sight of her thoroughly wrecked state.

"Fuck, you look breathtaking."

His deep groan made her lips curl into a small, tired smile. With gentle hands, he sat her up, brushing back her tangled hair before pulling her into a long, slow, and wet kiss, leaving her lips swollen and plump.

"That was worth the wait."

His smug remark earned a chuckle from Denzal. Zara’s cheeks flushed crimson at his statement. Devonte smirked before effortlessly lifting her in his arms, carrying her to the bed.

As she finally caught her breath, Denzal and Devonte took their places on either side of her, their hands gently caressing her hair and cheeks in soothing strokes.

"You did amazing, love. I didn’t expect you to handle it so well," Denzal murmured, pressing soft kisses to her cheek.

"Totally. I thought she wouldn’t survive after the fourth release," Devonte teased, only to earn a playful slap from her.

Laughter filled the air as they pulled her into a comfortable embrace, their warmth surrounding her.

But just as her body began to relax, a low, grumbling sound echoed from outside the cave, immediately snapping all three of them to attention.