Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 146: A Wild Blur

Lorelai couldn’t remember much after that.

Her mind was a haze, consumed entirely by what she was doing with her husband.

They were truly one, bound together in every sense, sharing the same overwhelming sensations. Greedily, they devoured each other, giving and receiving the pleasure they both craved and deserved.

Every inch of her body belonged to Rhaegar, and the same was true for him. From his bronzed, powerful frame to his mesmerizing amber eyes, the very ones she loved so much—every part of him was hers.

It felt too good to be real.

They owned each other completely. Even if the world shattered into pieces the very next moment, that truth would remain unshaken.

Exhausted from the hours they had spent together, Lorelai eventually lost consciousness. When she woke, she was still sprawled on the cave’s cold, uneven floor, and Rhaegar had not stopped. His body pressed against hers, relentless, his deep, rhythmic thrusts drawing gasps from her lips.

"Ahhh, ahh...!" A surge of pleasure hit her the moment her eyes fluttered open. Her body was so sensitive now, trembling with every motion, and she realized that even while she had been unconscious, he had continued. The wet, intimate friction between them sent her over the edge again, making her climax with startling ease.

"Ugh!"

Rhaegar let out a low, guttural grunt, his hips snapping harder and faster against her. His sheer strength left her breathless, her body trembling beneath him.

"Ahhh, stop, I can’t take it anymore..." she cried out, struggling weakly against the onslaught, her voice trembling with desperation.

But Rhaegar didn’t stop. He didn’t even falter.

His teeth sank into her trembling neck, leaving yet another mark on her soft skin. His amber eyes, wild and dilated, burned with untamed passion. There wasn’t the faintest trace of reason in them, but strangely, she felt no fear. Lorelai trusted him with her life—her husband would never hurt her.

Meeting his darkened gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, even as another wave of pleasure wracked her body. She had lost count of how many times he had driven her to this point, yet each time felt as intense as the last.

Grimacing, she clung to him, enduring the overwhelming sensations as Rhaegar moaned, his strong arms tightening around her trembling form. With a guttural sound, he released into her again, his body trembling against hers.

Lorelai fainted once more, only to wake to the same relentless rhythm. She had no idea how much time had passed. Her belly felt strange—tight and impossibly full. Rhaegar’s manhood was still buried deep within her, still swollen and moving, still intermittently spilling his seed into her.

I don’t think I can feel my body anymore, she thought hazily, her blurred vision struggling to focus. It’s both terrifying and... exhilarating.

Rhaegar’s arms encircled her even tighter, pulling her close. Though Lorelai had fainted twice, it seemed he hadn’t rested at all. His eyes, now clearer, reflected both tenderness and remorse as he gazed at her. At last, he had come back to his senses.

He stilled, no longer thrusting, and lay quietly within her. The silence between them was filled with unspoken understanding.

Gently, he kissed her forehead, and Lorelai buried her face in his chest. A strange, aching fullness consumed her, and she let out a soft moan as the king’s hand lightly patted her back. In the peaceful quiet, their bond deepened without the need for words.

As Rhaegar’s hand stroked her back with gentle affection, Lorelai’s mind wandered. She couldn’t help but think...

It would have been wonderful if I could get pregnant with his child...

Lorelai longed to raise a child—one who looked like him or perhaps even like herself.

She had never experienced the warmth of a proper family. Her mother had died too early, her father was nothing more than a hollow shell of the man he used to be, and her stepmother and stepbrother had only ever shown her cruelty and arrogance.

Even though she knew he was barren, and even if she herself were not, Lorelai harbored doubts about her own ability to create a happy family. Her concept of family was fragmented, twisted by her painful past.

Could she be a good mother to her child? What could she offer to that new life she so desperately yearned to bring into the world?

Still, a part of her held onto the hope that it could be different if she shared a family with Rhaegar.

He would be a wonderful father—attentive, protective, and loving. He was everything her own father had failed to be. Even if they never had children, she knew their love would remain unshaken. They would still be happy.

Yet, the desire to fill the hollow space in her heart lingered, aching quietly.

Nestled against Rhaegar’s warm chest, Lorelai sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Is the night over? she wondered as her mind began to drift. I wish this night would never end...

***

Time flew by in a wild blur.

The brief moments of rest Lorelai managed to steal, drifting into unconsciousness from sheer exhaustion, were quickly interrupted by Rhaegar’s insatiable vigor. They were so utterly engrossed in each other that the passage of time became incomprehensible. It felt as if the world beyond the cave had ceased to exist entirely.

Lorelai had lost all control of her body. Though they had been together countless times before, this ceremony made every touch, every sensation, feel entirely new.

Now, she truly understood what he meant when he had vowed that she would be the center of his world. She couldn’t imagine a life without him. And each time she stirred awake, they were tangled together once more, unable to resist the pull of each other.

"Ahh..."

Climaxing again, Rhaegar released his hot seed deep inside her, and Lorelai followed, her entire body trembling. He kissed her tenderly, covering her with warmth before finally withdrawing from her, his amber gaze darkened with intensity as he assessed her.

But then, suddenly, he winced, a deep crease forming between his brows.

A long, wide beam of orange light seeped through the entrance of the cave, casting a warm glow that signaled the arrival of a new day.

It was morning. Their wedding night was over.

Lorelai, still half-dazed from exhaustion, noticed his expression and asked quietly, "What’s wrong?"

Rhaegar shook his head slightly and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, his touch impossibly gentle.

"It’s nothing," he assured her, his voice soft. "Get some sleep, Lorelai. I’ll be right here, resting beside you."