A. Vitiosis

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

From Slave To Wolf Queen

“Lazarus.” She cries, her body shaking as I flick my tongue against her clit. “Too sensitive.”


I chuckled, spreading her lips and marvelling at the way her clit pulsed, and her entrance fluttered in desperation. “God, your pussy is divine baby.” I groaned, salivating at the blush pink it was turning from her orgasm. “And you taste even more exquisite.”


Dragging my tongue between her folds with one forceful swipe, darkened delight slithering in my veins at the sight of her squirming under my grasp. “I can’t.” She sobbed repeatedly, “It’s too much, I can’t.”


“You can and you will.” I stated definitively, shoving my tongue into her heated core while simultaneously rubbing two fingers against her clit in quick motions.


“Lazarus.” She groaned with an intensity. It was exhilarating to hear those sinful sounds from such pretty lips, feeding into my hunger.


“Shh darling.” I whispered soothingly. “As much as I would love to hear you scream my name.”


Chapter 84 Good Girl, Open