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

I was ravenous, unaware that he could awaken such desire within me, obliterate any semblance of shyness because the need for him was all-too consuming. The charge between us was electric, crackling rhapsody that sent shivers down my spine from his words.


Angling my hips forward until I felt his cock throbbing against my core, expelling a sharp breath as I felt myself grow wetter with anticipation. His needy moans poured into my veins like the sweetest aphrodisiac - creating an addiction.


Judah tore off his blindfold, slithering his hands along my thighs until he reached my ass, palming the flesh, relentlessly squeezing until I felt sore, a whimper slipping from my lips. Our eyes were locked in a trance, those irises glowing a perfect golden shade, heavy with lust.


Suddenly he shot to his feet with me in his grasp, each step caused his length to rub against my pussy, initiating an ache with sparks of excitement and need. “You’re teasing me on purpose.” I pouted.


Chapter 164 Judah And Nova's Escapades Part 3