The Feral King’s Forbidden Mate

The king’s hunger

Lin’s POV

The heavy doors to the King’s chambers slammed shut, the sound echoing like a finality. Moses didn't put me down. He carried me toward the massive, fur-covered bed in the center of the room, his grip on me so tight it was nearly bruising.

The room smelled of cedar, old leather, and him. It was an intoxicating, masculine scent that made my head swim. I was still shaking—from the shift, from the shock, and from the overwhelming, liquid heat that was currently dripping between my thighs.

He dropped me onto the bed, and before I could move, he was on top of me.

Moses was a mountain of a man. His weight was crushing, but I craved it. His wild, bloodshot eyes searched mine, his breath hot against my face. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The feral need radiating off him was loud enough.

"You're wet," he growled, his hand sliding up my thigh, his rough palm catching on the soaked lace of my panties. "I can smell how much you want me, little wolf."

"I... I've been waiting," I gasped, my back arching as his fingers found the source of my heat.

He didn't waste time with gentleness. He ripped the thin fabric of my chemise down the middle, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My n*****s were swollen, aching for touch. He groaned, a deep, animalistic sound, and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin.

"Five years," he whispered against my pulse. "Five years in the dark... and you were here."

He moved his hand, his long, thick fingers sliding into my slickness. I cried out, my eyes rolling back as he found my rhythm instantly. He wasn't like Ricardo. There was no cruelty here—only a raw, desperate hunger that matched my own.

"So much slick," he rasped, his fingers moving in and out of me, the squelching sound of the friction filling my ears. "You’re overflowing for me."

I couldn't help the pathetic whimper that escaped me. The sound of his fingers sliding against my wetness was loud in the quiet room—a squelching, friction that made my vision blur.

"Please," I begged, my fingers digging into the furs of the bed. "Moses, please."

He didn't make me wait. He shoved his trousers down, and the sight of him made my heart stop. He was thick, heavy, lethal, and fully gorged, his tip already beaded with pre-come. He looked like he was made of iron. His length already beaded with the evidence of his own hunger.

"You’re mine, Lin," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine. "Every inch. Every drop of this slick belongs to me."

He grabbed my knees, shoving them back toward my shoulders, exposing me completely to his dark gaze. He stared at me for a heartbeat—adoring the way my body looked, the way I was trembling for him.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he growled.

Then, he drove into me.

I screamed as he bottomed out, the sheer size of him stretching me to the limit. He didn't move with Ricardo’s cold indifference; every thrust was a reclamation. He was hitting my cervix with every plunge, his large hands gripping my hips so hard his fingerprints would stay for days.

The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of our union. The heavy thwack of his pelvis hitting mine, the frantic, wet sliding of his length in my tight heat, and the animalistic grunts he made as he buried his face in my hair.

"Mine," he panted, his pace turning into a blur of motion. "Tell me whose you are."

"Yours!" I sobbed, my climax already building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me. "I’m yours, Moses!"

"I'm going to fill you," he rasped, his thrusts becoming violent, frantic. "I'm going to put my mark so deep inside you that you’ll never remember his name."

The sensation was overwhelming. He was so much larger than Ricardo, so much fuller. He filled me until I thought I would break, his length hitting my cervix with a force that made me scream his name.

"Moses!"

"Yes, baby. Take it all," he grunted, his pace immediately turning frantic.

The sounds in the room were raw. The heavy thwack of his hips hitting mine, the wet, sliding noise of his c**k disappearing into my tight, soaked heat, and the ragged gasps we both shared. He was feral, his movements unrefined and powerful. He flipped me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees, and drove back into me from behind.

It was deep. So deep I could feel him in my stomach. He leaned over me, his large hands reaching around to grab my breasts, his thumbs raking over my hard n*****s as he pounded into me.

"Good girl," he rasped, his voice vibrating through my back. "Stay tight for me."

I was lost in it. The way he worshiped my body even as he used it, the way he sucked on my neck and whispered that I was his, and his alone. I wanted more. I wanted him to never stop. I reached back, my fingers digging into his muscular thighs, trying to pull him even deeper.

"Harder," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, Moses, harder."

He obeyed, his thrusts becoming violent, twisted, and absolute. Every time he bottomed out, I felt a new wave of pleasure ripple through me. I was on the edge, my vision blurring, my body ready to shatter into a million pieces.

He pulled back for a second, his breath hitching, his eyes turning a lethal, pitch black.

"I’m going to mark you, Lin," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck. "I’m going to make sure everyone knows you belong to the King."

I arched my neck, offering him the spot, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted his mark. I wanted his claim.

But as his teeth sank into my skin, the heavy doors to the chamber burst open.

I screamed, but the sound was drowned out by a roar of pure, jealous rage from the doorway.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!!"

The roar shook the walls. I jerked, the pleasure of the mark turning into a sharp jolt of adrenaline.

I looked over my shoulder, my hair tangled and my skin flushed. Standing in the doorway was Ricardo, his face twisted in a murderous rage, his claws extended. But he wasn't alone.

Behind him stood three massive, silver-furred wolves—my brothers. Their eyes were glowing with anger, and the sheer shock on their faces as they saw their "wolfless" sister pinned under the feral King was enough to stop my heart.

Moses didn't pull out. He didn't even cover me. He tightened his grip on my waist, his teeth still bloody from almost marking me, and turned his head to snarl at the intruders.

"Step one foot closer," Moses growled, his voice a promise of death. "And I’ll show you why I’m still King."