Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 145: My Husband, My King

Lorelai’s eyes widened as Rhaegar’s manhood swelled even further inside her. Once again, she was reminded of the night when he had almost torn her apart, and her entire body trembled, terrified.

"Ah! I can’t... it feels strange, Rhaegar...!" she cried, her voice tinged with fear.

"Strange? Do you mean you don’t like it?" he murmured, biting her neck with his sharp teeth. He then bit her shoulder, and finally her breast in quick succession, sending shivers down Lorelai’s body. freewebnσvel.cøm

His bright amber eyes burned with an almost unrestrained excitement and he continued. "Lorelai... I thought I told you many times before to always be honest with me? So tell me, do you really not like it?"

She couldn’t reply. The dull, stretching pain between her legs made her gasp uncontrollably, still scared for her own safety, and she bit her lip as her hand moved to rest on her slightly swollen belly. For a moment, she feared she might tear if he grew any larger.

Still, Lorelai shook her head, hot tears streaming down her face. "Ahh, yes..." she gasped, struggling to compose herself. Taking several deep breaths, she added. "I... can still handle it."

She forced herself to catch her breath and reached out to cup his cheek with a trembling hand.

"I want to be strong for you tonight," she whispered, her voice unsteady yet resolute. "I want to be good for you..."

Everything she said was true. This night was far too important for her to be meek. No matter what was awaiting her, she knew she had to endure it. For her own sake.

Her thumb brushed gently against the edge of his lips, her pale fingers stark against the burning heat of his tanned skin. Her voice softened as she spoke the name she had longed to say aloud as if it was giving her courage.

"Rhaegar... My king..."

The effect of her words was immediate. His face grew rigid, and his manhood, already pressed firmly against her cervix, swelled uncontrollably. It wouldn’t soften—not until he had filled her again, not until he had completely devoured her.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as quiet sobs escaped her. She fought against the encroaching dizziness, trying desperately to hold on. But just as she was about to lose her senses, the sound of metal groaning caught her attention.

The iron chains, which had bound him so securely, bent as if they were made of rubber. And then, with a sharp snap, they finally broke.

Lorelai fell backward onto the sheer fabric of the torn curtain, her body sprawled as she looked up at the king in shock. Rhaegar tore off his pants, exposing his fully naked form, and thrust into her immediately, leaving her no time to recover.

"Lorelai... what kind of games are you playing?" he panted, his voice rough and breathless. "Talking to me like that only makes me want to devour you."

Lorelai struggled against his large hands as they gripped her wrists tightly, pinning her down. "I’ve been holding myself back until now, you know..." he growled, his amber eyes blazing with intensity.

But his restraint was gone.

Tears welled in her eyes from the sheer power of his grip, yet the pain was muted, blurred by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her inner walls felt stretched to their limit as he pounded into her with beastly force. But it wasn’t purely pain—the boundary between pain and pleasure had dissolved, the former becoming a driving force for the latter.

Panting heavily, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her slender calves gliding over his taut, muscular hips. Her toes curled, digging into his skin as she let out a moan.

The swollen tip of his manhood throbbed as it spurted hot liquid deep inside her, and he bit down on her nipple as her body convulsed in response.

"Rhaegar..." His name escaped her lips in a shaky whisper, a plea and a prayer all at once.

Rhaegar flexed his body against hers, his movements deliberate, as though he were stirring his release within her. Lorelai shuddered, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.

She was at her limit. Her own fluids mixed with his, held inside her by his unyielding manhood. She could feel every movement, every pulse, as he rubbed his essence into her sensitive walls.

"Rhaegar!" she screamed his name, no longer caring about the volume of her voice. Her cries were frantic, desperate. And every time his name left her lips, it seemed to fuel his ferocity further, pushing him to take her with even greater intensity.

She tried to pull herself together, but the effort only unraveled her further. Reality seemed to blur and fade, replaced by a lethargy that spread through her like a warm haze. Her body felt weightless, as if she were floating among clouds.

"Ah..." A soft moan slipped from her lips as her body stretched, trembling uncontrollably.

Rhaegar kissed her, his lips tender but consuming. The sensation was as vivid as the lingering heat of his seed inside her, and it sent a shiver of pleasure rippling through her. She kissed him back, their gazes locked as their tongues intertwined, deepening the connection between them.

They were one.

The pleasure coursing through her was so intense it felt inexpressible, a force beyond words. Her mind was a tangle of chaotic sensations, a mess she couldn’t hope to untangle.

It felt as though the world she had known had shattered, the fragments giving way to something entirely new. In that moment, a profound truth dawned on her: the man before her was her husband, her king.

Unable to contain herself, she whispered the realization aloud, her voice trembling with emotion.

"My husband... My king."

Rhaegar’s smile was radiant, a slow, possessive gleam lighting up his face at her words. His lips moved in a response that was both fervent and tender.

"I love you, Lorelai. I love you, my queen."