Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 144: Difficult

She began to lift her hips slowly, her body trembling with the effort. A sharp, electric sensation shot through her, making her toes curl as she sank down again, harder this time. The wet slap of her thighs meeting his sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her core, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Again and again, she moved, each motion more desperate than the last. The friction against her sensitive clitoris as it rubbed against his lower abdomen made her tremble uncontrollably. Lorelai kept her pace, even as her breath grew ragged and her moans spilled freely from her lips.

Rhaegar groaned, his sharp teeth biting lightly into her neck, marking her as his. He nuzzled her skin feverishly, as though trying to imprint her scent onto him.

As the ribbon covering his eyes slipped down completely, Lorelai caught a glimpse of what he had been hiding. His glowing amber eyes, wild and untamed, burned with raw desire and devotion as they locked onto hers.

His amber irises glowed like a predator’s, sharp and feral, radiating an overwhelming ferocity. Narrowed with intent, they bore into her as if she were prey he was moments away from devouring. Every instinct within her screamed for her to flee, to escape his overpowering gaze.

But the instant she shifted to retreat, Rhaegar’s hips snapped upward.

"...!"

Lorelai’s eyes widened as she gasped, falling onto him completely. Without hesitation, he began to thrust into her, each motion a powerful, unrelenting rhythm, as though he’d been waiting for her surrender all along. His movements were so fast, so commanding, that they left her utterly breathless, a stark contrast to her earlier tentative efforts.

"Rhaegar, ugh... ah!" she cried out, her body rocking uncontrollably as though she were riding a wild, galloping beast. Her voice grew desperate as she clung to him. "Ah, Rhaegar, wait...!"

But her words fell on deaf ears. The man wasn’t listening.

"Don’t even think about running away from me now," Rhaegar growled, his voice rough and possessive. "You belong to me. You are mine—always."

"That..." Lorelai’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her words faltering. But before she could gather a response, he thrust his hips upward with fierce intensity, his thick manhood hitting the sensitive barrier of her cervix.

Every deep thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, the friction between their bodies causing her clitoris to rub against him, amplifying the overwhelming sensations.

The pleasure wasn’t just physical—it was terrifying in its intensity, consuming her completely. Lorelai moaned, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

"You know," Rhaegar said, a wicked grin curling his lips as his movements never ceased, "if we try hard enough tonight, you might even get pregnant."

"Ugh...!" Lorelai wanted to respond, to protest, but all that escaped her lips were broken gasps and moans.

"Your husband is working so hard..." he murmured against her ear, his tone almost teasing despite the strain in his voice. "Shouldn’t you... put in some effort too?"

With those words, he thrust even deeper, stretching her as his length pressed insistently against her most sensitive spots. Lorelai moaned helplessly, her body trembling as he filled her completely.

"Argh..." Rhaegar groaned deeply, his brow furrowing as his movements became erratic, a guttural growl escaping his lips.

Hot liquid spilled into her in powerful jets, and the sensation sent jagged cramps rippling through her body. Lorelai’s fingers and toes stretched and curled instinctively, her body tightening as tears slid down her cheeks, unbidden and unstoppable.

The king continued his slow thrusts, savoring every moment as if he was taking his time to enjoy all of her.

Somehow, Lorelai managed to lift her head, her tear-streaked face meeting her husband’s intense amber gaze. Even though he had already reached his peak, his eyes still glowed with an almost predatory light, and his body radiated heat, his every muscle taut with power and energy.

"You’re already tired," he murmured, his words slurring slightly, the tone oddly languid. He sounded both exhausted and drunk, though it seemed to do little to dull his overwhelming presence. "Let me help you, then."

Those words jolted Lorelai back to her senses, sending a spike of alarm through her. If she removed the chains binding him, she might very well not survive their wedding night. Seeing him shift as if to snap the restraints apart, she hurriedly spoke, her voice laced with panic.

"No! I’ll do it! Let me handle it myself!"

His frown deepened, his glowing eyes narrowing as his voice dropped to a warning growl. "No."

"My king... I-I can do it... right..." she stammered, almost pleading, her trembling hands pressing against his chest. The cold clank of the chains sent a shiver down her spine.

Rhaegar fell silent, his intense gaze locked onto her. She felt his manhood stir and harden inside her again, a tangible reminder of the strength that still burned within him. Her body was already filled with his seed, coating her completely inside, leaving no inch untouched.

Taking a steadying breath, she closed her eyes and lifted her hips. The slick mixture of their fluids flowed from her, coating her inner thighs and making every movement smoother. Slowly, carefully, she began to move again, rising and sinking onto him, her motions tentative but determined.

"Ah..." A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The chains jingled as the king’s body shivered in response. Though the situation was deeply embarrassing, Lorelai paid it no mind. Her face flushed red as she kept moving her body, her rhythm growing instinctive. Rhaegar watched her silently, his narrowed eyes darkening with an intensity that made her heart race.

"...Touch your nipples," he said softly. His words sounded more like a plea than a command.

Thinking of how he used to touch her before, Lorelai tentatively rubbed one nipple between her fingers. His sharp teeth bit down gently on the other, making her flinch. Even so, she continued moving, determined not to stop.

"Faster," he urged, his voice low between licks, his tongue flicking and pressing against her. She obeyed, quickening her pace, her movements becoming more frantic. ƒreewebɳovel.com

The sensation overwhelmed her, leaving her as dizzy as if she were lost in a haze. Hypnotized by the glow of his amber eyes, she moved in a rhythm that felt instinctive, primal.

"More..." she gasped, her voice trembling. She strained her body, pushing herself further, desperate to satisfy him.

Her breaths grew hotter, and her parted lips trembled, slick with saliva. Pleasure coursed through her, consuming her entirely. She dared to meet his glowing gaze, his silent, unreadable expression only deepening her embarrassment. Was she the only one this intoxicated by the moment?

"Ah, does this feel good?" she panted breathlessly. "Ahhh..."

Rhaegar didn’t answer immediately. His lips pressed tightly together as he stared at her—tear-streaked, messy, her heart pounding visibly in her chest.

"You’re doing fine," he said at last, his voice heavy with restraint. "And that is exactly what I find so difficult."