Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

030 i foment Even Feel Good 25 Bonus It Doesn't Even Feel Good LUCIEN'S POV Her thighs trembled under my palms, slick with sweat and want. Those gray eyes glared down at me, full of fire and fury, lips parted as she dragged in ragged breaths. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen-cuffed to my bed, dressed in shreds, chest heaving, pussy glistening and begging for my mouth. "Don't you dare, you fucking asshole," she spat, voice shaking with rage. She tried to snap her legs shut, muscles straining, but I was already there.

I wedged my shoulders between her thighs and held them open with bruising force. My lips brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh first-just a tease -then I dropped lower and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right against her slick folds. She shivered hard, a full-body jolt that made the cuffs rattle against the headboard. She was trying so hard to pull away from me despite how her body was responding to my touch. "That doesn't even feel good," she lied, the words sharp and breathless. I looked up the length of her body, met her glare, and smirked.

"Really?" Then I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked. Her hips bucked clean off the bed, a broken cry ripping out of her throat. Fuck, her taste exploded across my tongue-sweet, salty, pure addiction. I groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs quake. I was already lost, already hooked. One taste and I knew I'd never get enough. She yanked at the cuffs, wrists twisting, chains clinking loudly. Her legs tried to close around my head, either to trap me or crush me-I didn't care which. I shoved them wider, pinning them to the mattress.

"Stop fighting me," I growled against her, lips brushing her clit with every word. She was swollen and glistening, the sight of it messing with my senses. "Maybe I wouldn't be fighting," she gasped, voice cracking, "if you hadn't been an insufferable bastard for four whole months!" I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her center in one long, slow lick. "Yes-yes-" she moaned, then immediately switched, "No, no, no, get away from me!" I didn't listen. I buried my face deeper, tongue plunging inside her, lapping up every drop of her sweetness like a starving man.

She tasted like heaven and hell mixed together, and I couldn't stop. I licked, sucked, devoured. My nose brushed her clit with every thrust of my tongue, and she writhed beneath me, hips rolling, thighs shaking. She screamed both things at once-more and get away-voice raw and desperate. The sound went straight to my cock, already painfully hard in my pants. My control was hanging on a thin thread. I slid one hand up her thigh and pressed my thumb to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while my tongue fucked her. "You're mine," I snarled against her soaked flesh.

"This is fucking mine." "In your wet dreams," she shot back, but her voice was thin, trembling on the edge. I could feel it-she was close. Her walls fluttered around my tongue, her breaths coming in short, frantic pants. She was fighting the orgasm with everything she had, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut like if she didn't look at me it wouldn't happen. 1/3 I wasn't having that I pulled back just long enough to slide two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet they sank in without resistance.

I curled them, found that perfect spot, and stroked hard while my mouth latched back onto her clit. She shattered. Her whole body arched off the bed, back bowing, cuffs clanging against the headboard as her wrists strained. A raw, broken scream tore from her throat-my name mixed with curses and pleas. Her walls clamped down on my fingers, pulsing, flooding my hand. I kept sucking, kept stroking, drawing it out until she was shaking, oversensitive and gasping. Only when the last tremor faded did I slow. I licked her gently now, cleaning every drop, savoring the taste of her release.

She moaned weakly, trying to twist away, thighs quivering under my palms. "Too much... stop..." I ignored her. One last slow lick, then another, until she was perfectly clean and trembling. Finally, I crawled back up her body, settling between her spread thighs. My cock pressed against her through my pants, aching, but I didn't move to free. I wanted to see her face. I braced myself over her, one hand beside her head, the other sliding up to grip her jaw. I forced her glazed eyes to meet mine. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, lips swollen and parted, chest still heaving.

"Tell me you're mine," I said, voice low and rough, every word scraped raw. She stared up at me, defiant even after coming undone on my tongue. "No." Comments Support Share 2/3 Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.