Seducing the Supreme Lycan

CHAPTER 5

​The heat in the room was absolute madness. Kaelen hung over me, his muscles rigid, staring down into my face as his massive c**k remained balanced perfectly at the entrance of my dripping p***y. The teasing was over. The game had pushed both of us past the point of sanity. My hips twitched upward, practically begging for the impact, my slick walls contracting around the very tip of him.

​"Say it again," Kaelen commanded, his breathing raw and uneven as his hands clamped onto my hips, anchoring me to the mattress. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to this tight body, Elena."

​"f**k me," I cried out, the words ripping from my throat without a shred of shame. "I want your c**k inside me, Kaelen! Now!"

​He didn't make me beg another second. Kaelen drove his hips forward in one deep, brutal thrust, burying his entire massive length completely inside my tight p***y.

​A loud, breathless scream tore from my lungs as my back arched violently off the sheets. The sheer size of him filled me to the absolute limit, stretching my walls so intensely that a wave of pure, blinding heat crashed over my brain. It was a tight, thick, perfect fit. My core gripped his shaft instantly, clenching around him like a vice.

​"Ah, f**k, Elena," Kaelen groaned, his head dropping into the crook of my neck as he felt my p***y clamp around his c**k. He stayed still for a fraction of a second, letting me adjust to the massive fullness, before he drew back and slammed into me again.

​The pace he set was unyielding. He pulled almost completely out, dragging the thick head of his c**k against my swollen c**t, before ramming all the way back inside until his bone slammed against mine. I thrashed beneath him, my hands clawing at the muscles of his back, leaving red marks as the friction drove me insane.

​"You are so hot, so tight," Kaelen muttered, shifting his grip to my thighs, pinning them high up against his ribs to open me up even deeper. With every brutal shove, he hit the very back of my throat with pleasure. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the quiet room, a dirty, primal rhythm that fueled my inner wolf.

​"Harder, Kaelen! Please, f**k me harder!" I whimpered, tossing my head from side to side.

​He obliged, increasing the speed until his thrusts became a relentless blur. The internal pressure was building rapidly, a tight coil of tension tightening between my thighs. My p***y was weeping slickness, lubricating his massive shaft as he drilled into me, relentless and dominant. He was taking me like a true alpha, claiming every single inch of my body as his exclusive property.

​Kaelen changed the angle, leaning down to trap my mouth in a deep, wet kiss while his lower half continued the savage pounding. I sucked on his tongue, matching his wild energy, my hips rising to meet every single downward stroke. The pleasure was bubbling up, hot and heavy, ready to burst.

​"I'm close, Kaelen—I'm going to break!" I screamed into his mouth as my internal walls began to twitch and pulse around his thick c**k.

​"Come for me, Elena. Let me feel how tight you get," he growled against my lips, driving his c**k inside me with terrifying force.

​With three more hard, frantic thrusts, my p***y snapped. A violent, shattering orgasm rippled through my core, my tight walls clamping down on his c**k in waves of high-pitched pleasure. I screamed, my vision going dark as the ecstasy ripped through me, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.

​Hearing my cries and feeling the intense suction of my climax, Kaelen let out a deep, guttural roar. He slammed into me one final time, burying his c**k as deep as it could go, and froze. His entire body went rigid as he blew his warm, thick load deep inside my pulsing p***y, filling me. He held me tightly against him, panting heavily as our combined heat rolled off the bed.

​For a long minute, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Kaelen slowly slid his wet c**k out of my twitching p***y, leaving me open and leaking his cream onto the sheets. He pulled me against his bare chest, his heart hammering against my back.

​I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, thinking the storm had finally passed.

​Suddenly, an explosion rocked the entire castle.

The blast knocked us straight out of bed. I hit the floor hard, the cold air biting my bare skin as the room filled with gray dust and smoke.

Alarms began screaming throughout the hallways, a piercing, frantic wail that signaled disaster.

​Before I could even process what was happening, Kaelen was on his feet.

He yanked his trousers up with speed.

His eyes were no longer filled with lust, they were glowing with lethal fury.

​"Get behind the bed, Elena" he commanded, reaching into the wardrobe and pulling out a long, dark dagger.

​The bedroom door didn't just open—it was blown clean off its hinges, flying across the room and shattering against the opposite wall.

Through the smoke, three figures stepped into the wreckage. They weren't wearing the uniforms of the royal vanguard, nor did they look like Derek's Silverfang enforcers. They wore tattered black cloaks, their skin deathly pale, and their eyes completely hollow.

​"The Crimson Luna is ours," one of them said.

​Kaelen lunged forward, driving the dagger straight through the first attacker's throat. Black, poisoned blood sprayed across the floor, but the man didn't drop. Instead, he grabbed Kaelen's arm with supernatural strength, throwing the King backward into the vanity mirror. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces.

​I scrambled backward against the wall, my heart hammering. My p***y was still leaking Kaelen's seed, the sticky warmth dripping down my inner thighs as I tried to stand.

My inner wolf roared in my mind, a sudden surge of untamed power flooding my veins.

​The remaining two cloaked men turned their attention directly to me. One of them lunged, his fingers extending into razor-sharp claws aimed right for my neck.

​"Get your hands off her!" Kaelen roared from across the room. He tackled the man from behind, ripping his head completely off his shoulders with his bare hands. blood-drenched Kaelen's bare chest, making him look like an absolute demon.

​But the third attacker was already right in front of me. Before I could strike, he grabbed my bare wrist. A sudden, paralyzing shock wave shot through my body, freezing my muscles instantly.

A glowing, dark sigil appeared on the skin of my forearm, burning hot.

​"Elena!" Kaelen screamed, desperately fighting off the first attacker who had miraculously stood back up, his severed throat knitting itself back together with dark magic.

​The man gripping my wrist raised a syringe, aiming it directly at my heart.