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 radiated an aura of distilled enmity, seeping into the radioactive silence between us. He marched with me in toe, not yielding in his punishing grip on my arm. “Lazarus, I need to-“


“Don’t speak.” He commanded steely.


Pressing my lips tightly together, suppressing the irritation bubbling in my chest. He burst into his room and threw me onto the bed, bathing us in a hue of red lights as I briefly catch a glimpse from the window of the starry night sky.


I blinked and suddenly – Lazarus loomed over me; eyes locked upon mine with an overwhelming presence that left me breathless.


“What are you doing?” I gritted out in annoyance, “Get off me Lazarus, I need to return to the palace.”


“You aren’t going anywhere.” He stated definitively, darkness swirling in his eyes. “Ma Cherie, you forget who you belong to.”


My fingers dug into the silk sheets, arching a challenging brow at him as my expression oozed with defiance. “It’s not like you ever let me forget.”


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