Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 

Chapter 159 

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SAGE 

“Y–You’re not funny,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, betraying the nervous tremble in my chest. 

“I’m not trying to be,” he murmured, his voice dark and edged with something far more dangerous than humor. 

Before I could process his words, his hands were on me. He quickly wrapped it around my waist. My breath hitched in panic, and instinct took over. My palms shot up, pressing desperately against his broad chest in an attempt to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He didn’t move an inch. 

Before I could protest, he lifted me effortlessly, placing me atop the heavy wooden table. My pulse pounded as he stepped between my parted legs, closing the distance until his heat and presence consumed every inch of space between us, 

“Titus-“I gasped, but my words were stolen the moment he dipped his head, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. 

“Let me feast on you,” he whispered, his voice thick with hunger, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine. 

And then he kissed me. 

The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs, his lips claiming mine in a way that left no room for hesitation. I turned my head, trying to break free, but his hand slid up to cradle the back of my neck, holding me in place with an undeniable possessiveness. 

I pushed at him, pressing my hands against his chest again, struggling against the overwhelming sensation of his mouth moving against mine. My heart was pounding, my body warring between resistance and the intoxicating pull he had always had over me. 

Finally, I managed to break free just enough to gasp, “Your Majesty-” 

But he silenced me once more, this time with an even deeper, more possessive kiss. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, exploring, tasting, staking his claim as if he had every right to do so. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, torn between pushing him away and holding on for dear life. 

This was madness. 

And yet, in the midst of it, a terrifying realization settled deep within me. 

I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him to stop. 

A desperate whimper escaped my lips, a sound I didn’t recognize as my own. My body was betraying me, melting against him even as my mind screamed at me to fight, to push him away, to not let myself get lost in him again. 

But he was relentless. 

Titus deepened the kiss, his grip on my waist tightening as he pressed himself closer, his body heat searing through the thin fabric of my shirt. My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. 

I had to stop this. 

With every ounce of strength I had left, I turned my head, breaking the kiss. My breath came in sharp gasps as I tried to clear the fog clouding my mind. “Titus, stop,” I whispered, though my voice lacked the force I intended. 

As I turned my head, his lips landed on my cheek. Instead of stopping, he ran his lips along my jawline before he proceeded to run his lips down to my neck. 

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“Tell me you don’t want this, he murmured against my neck, his votre hunky, Jared with something raw and dangerous. 

I swallowed hard. The words caught in my throat. Did I want the 

Damm R 

I clenched my fists again his chest, my breathing uneven as I forced my next words out. “Let me go 

Tins didn’t move. Instead, his grip on my waist tightened, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I’m sorry, but f 

can’t do that‘ 

A shiver coursed through me as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my jaw, his mouth tracing slow, deliberate circles along the hollow of my neck. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, tilting slightly to grant him better access, betraying me in ways I wasn’t ready to admit. 

But he didn’t stop there 

His hand moved with agonizing patience, trailing up the curve of my body, fingertips ghosting over my ribs before settling over my chest. My breath hitched as he cupped me through the thin fabric of my nightgown, his touch both possessive and 

teasing. 

“Aaahhh… A soft, helpless sound slipped past my lips before I could stop it. My body arched instinctively into his hand as he kneaded my breast with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke sending fire through my veins. 

That was it. My last thread of resistance snapped. 

Titus must have sensed it too, because his smirk returned, slow and victorious. His free hand slid to my back, guiding me down until my spine met the cool surface of the table. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as he hovered over me, his gaze Jocked onto mine–intense, unreadable. 

“You’re mine, Sage,” he murmured, his lips descending, claiming a path down the valley between my breasts. “You always 

have been.” 

I gasped, my fingers instinctively curling against the hard surface of the table as his lips trailed lower. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, a war raging between my mind and the desire he effortlessly awakened. 

“Titus…” I breathed his name, unsure whether it was meant to stop him or urge him on. 

He chuckled, the vibration against my skin making my stomach tighten. “You say my name like it’s a plea,” he murmured, his tongue flicking against the sensitive dip between my collarbones. “Tell me, kitten… is it?” 

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But my silence did nothing to deter him. If anything, it only encouraged him. 

His fingers moved on the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, sliding them up my shoulders with agonizing slowness. My breath caught as the cool air met my heated skin, and I quickly crossed my arms in front of my belly when I remembered the mark left by my pregnancy. 

“You don’t have to hide it from me. I’ve already seen it all. It might have been years since I last saw you naked, but I can perfectly remember every inch of you.” 

I was relieved when Titus thought that I was just being shy with my body. “Turn the lights off.” 

“Sweetheart, there’s no need for that,” he smiled. 

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“It’s either you turn it off, or I’m leaving this table this instant,” I warned him. 

Titus let out a quiet sigh, but I heard the soft click of the switch, and just like that, the room was swallowed in darkness. The only light came from the faint glow of the fireplace, flickering shadows against the walls. 

“Done,” he murmured, his voice a little huskier in the dimness. “Satisfied?” 

I didn’t answer right away. My heart was still racing, my arms still crossed tightly over my stomach, as if I could somehow shield myself from his touch. 

A moment passed. Then, his hands found my wrists, warm and sure, peeling them away with gentle insistence. 

“Don’t,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. 

“Don’t what?” His fingers slid over my skin, his grip firm but not forceful. “Don’t touch you? Don’t look at you?” He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Or don’t remind you that you’re still mine?” 

I shivered, both from his words and the way his body pressed into mine. 

“I’m not yours,” I bit out, even as my resolve weakened. 

Titus chuckled, low and knowing. “Then why are you still here?” 

I opened my mouth to argue, to fight him the way I always did, but the words died on my tongue when he dragged his lips down my neck, lingering over the pulse hammering beneath my skin. 

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his hands mapping my waist, my ribs, and the soft curve of my hips. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” 

Silence stretched between us, thick and charged. 

But I didn’t say a word. 

Because we both knew the truth. 

I didn’t want him to. 

He unclasped the hook of my bra, revealing my full breast right before his eyes. Despite the darkness swallowing us, I can see the desire burning in his eyes as he looked at my naked body. He then gently laid me on the table. He lowered his head and planted soft, gentle kisses on my collarbone, down the valley of my breast. 

“Aaahhh…” I moaned louder when he put my nipple inside his mouth. I felt the heat of this tongue surrounding the tip of my mound. He flicks his tongue, teasing my nipple like a candy. He was sucking it as if there’s no tomorrow. And there’s nothing else I can do but moan in pleasure. 

It didn’t take long before his lips moved down. He ran his lips along my belly until he finally settled on top of my femininity. He lifted his head, and our eyes met. He was watching me as he slowly pulled my pants down along with my underwear. 

I bit my lower lip as I was tense in too much anticipation as he was slowly revealing my nakedness. 

I took a sharp breath when I felt the cold air brush against my nakedness. He then pulled the chair and settled himself in between my legs. He managed to put my feet on the table, and he spread my legs wider. 

I felt so vulnerable as I lay there in front of him like turkey on Thanksgiving. Once he finally settled, he positioned his head near the center of my femininity. He grabbed both of my thighs before he started to feast on me like he promised. 

“Oooohhh…fck!” I cursed loudly when I felt his wet tongue running across my slit. He freely let his tongue play with my clit as if he was starved for half a decade. 

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I grabbed the edge of the table in my desperate attempt to find something to hold onto as he continued to eat my wet pussy. 

“Ooohhh… my, sh*t!” I covered my mouth when he started sucking it aggressively. He really lived up to his promise that he’s going to feast on me. He was taking his time and eating me as if he were at a buffet. 

I bit my lower lip when I felt his finger teasing my entrance as he continued to run his tongue along my clit. He continued to tease my entrance but deliberately didn’t move forward.