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

Bathed in darkness, keenly aware that my every reaction was being analysed by him. The question swirled within my mind, a definite answer at the tip of my tongue and yet I couldn’t speak because I knew the consequences of the truth.


It would hurt Lazarus and I’d have to face these feelings that I’ve buried. I wasn’t ready nor did I have the privilege of a choice. Both lie, both deceive, and both make me feel things I cannot explain.


Lazarus twists his wrist, urging his fingers deeper while the elated buzzing under my skin gradually increased. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, antagonizing me while the electric current zapped in my bloodstream. I released a sharp exhale, completely at his mercy.


“Your cunt is dripping down my fingers, can you hear that.” His honeyed voice announced. The lewd sounds of my soaking wet pussy echoed within the room, blending with the vicious pounding of my heart and breathy moans.


Chapter 95 Who You Want More?