Sold To The Lycan King (Little Mate)

g to shed any more tears. Stupid. This is so stupid. She sold me out. Fucking sold me out. It hurt like hell. The door opened again and I didn't bothered looking up since I already know who it wa

dn't want her to feel anything toward such a violent, savage creature even if he could make us feel so much while barely touching us. "If you are anything like the man you were earlier when you had Marcel's throat in your hands, I'm sure I'd be highly disappointed. That wasn't dominance; that was called being fucked u-" He snatched my throat in his hand, squeezing lightly. "You want to see me out of control, Imogen?" he asked, lips grazing against mine. As his hardness pressed against my stomach, I clenched. "Get on your knees." My breath caught in my throat, and I parted my lips to speak. But I couldn't say a word. Goddess, I wanted this more than anything. He pushed me away slightly, his eyes a mix of gold and brown. "Knees," he said. "Before I have to push you down onto them." I boldly brushed my fingers against the front of his pants and swore to myself at how big he felt inside of them. All I could picture was him inside of me, thrusting in and out until I could barely stand. He suddenly lowered his hand, and I stumbled down onto my knees, my face close to his crotch. This was wrong. So wrong. But damn, did it make me feel good to be with someone who knew exactly what I wanted. "Unzip my pants." My heart was racing, and I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that my pussy was pulsing and that heat was crawling up my body until I felt like I was on fire. I willingly unzipped his black jeans and stared at his hard cock through a pair of gray briefs. I didn't care how long I'd known him or how much I hated him at that moment. I couldn't think about anything other than the ache growing between my legs, the heat festering inside of me, my wolf begging me to please our mate like he had pleased us last night. He pulled down his briefs, his cock springing out of them. My pussy tightened at the sight. "Out of control," I said, sneering up at him. I wanted him to get angry, wanted him to show me what he looked like when he was out of control. "This is out of control, Imogen." He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my lips, and then he snatched my chin and the top of my head and pulled me toward him, making me take his length in my mouth. He pushed himself into me ruthlessly, immediately hitting the back of my throat. I pushed my hands against his thighs, gagging. But he refused to move, just stayed there and said, "All the way down." I furrowed my brows together and pushed more of him down my throat until my lips were at the base of his cock. "Fuck," he said under his breath. "Just like that." He pushed his hips closer to my lips and thrust in and out of my mouth. I dug my nails into his thighs, my core warming. Goddess, nothing had ever felt so good. All I wanted was for him to touch me and my pussy again, rub it until I screamed. With every thrust, he became rougher, and he tightened his hand around my neck. "Fuck, my cock feels so good down your throat." He took my hand and placed it against my throat, holding his hand over it and making me feel him inside. I moaned on his cock, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. I pressed my thighs together and moved my hips side to side, trying to ease the throbbing between them. He pushed himself all the way down my throat and stilled. "Let me see your eyes." I gazed up at him through teary eyes and pushed a hand into my pants. His eyes flashed gold, and he pulled his cock out of me. "Look at you. Loved it so much, you can't even resist touching yourself for me." He swept his thumb against my bottom lip. "You want more, don't you,