The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter-Chapter 134: All of Me

Warning! Smut ahead!

Sebastian~

I had never felt like this before.

Cassandra was the kind of magic that didn’t ask for permission—it just happened to you. It wasn’t just her warmth or the way her breath lingered like smoke in the cold; it was something buried deeper, something dangerous. She was a storm stitched into skin, a force of nature cloaked in beauty. Her essence carried the wild—earthy woods, blood like fire, and an untamed something that clung to her like a secret she dared you to uncover.

Kissing her felt like the most extraordinary thing I had ever done—like the gods themselves had carved that moment just for us. Cassandra had barely caught her breath, her chest heaving as if she’d just outrun the moon. And then, without a single word, she was on me again—wild, breathless, and irresistible.

Her hands, small but strong, gripped my shirt, pulling me toward her with a force that belied her size. The foil-wrapped plate sat forgotten on the counter as her lips crashed into mine again. The kiss was a storm, wild and untamed, a desperate attempt to reclaim every moment stolen from us, every missed opportunity. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer as if she could erase the distance that had always stood between us.

I gasped against her lips, and she seized the moment, deepening the kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, hungry and demanding, as if she could consume me whole. Her hands roamed my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, setting my skin aflame with her touch. I mirrored her actions, my hands sliding down to her ass, pulling her flush against me. She moaned, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine, a melody that stirred something raw and untamed within me.

She broke away from my lips, trailing soft, lingering kisses down my jaw, her breath hot against my skin. "Sebastian," she whispered, her voice low and trembling like a prayer. "I need you."

I gently cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her cheek. "Cass," I murmured, searching her eyes, "are you sure about this?" Her breath caught.

"I mean it," I said softly. "I could wait for you for years, if that’s what you needed. We don’t have to rush anything. All I want is for you to be happy, to feel safe—especially when you’re with me." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

She stared at me for a heartbeat, then rolled her eyes with a breathless laugh and pressed her forehead to mine. "Sebastian, shut up," she said, her voice laced with need. "I’ve wanted you since the very first day I laid eyes on you. I’m not going anywhere."

I didn’t need any more encouragement. With a swift motion, I spun her around, pressing her against the cold granite of the kitchen counter. My hands found the hem of her oversized t-shirt, pushing it up, my fingers tracing the lace edge of her panties. She shivered, her breath hitching as I slipped a finger beneath the fabric, finding her already wet and ready.

Her head fell back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. And I leaned in, my lips brushing against her skin, my tongue tracing the line of her pulse. She shivered again, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please... claim me. I want to feel your teeth on me."

My heart jumped, eyes darkening as her hands found my chest. "Cass..." I said slowly, "you want me to drink from you?"

"Yes," she breathed, leaning in until her lips brushed my ear. "I want to feel you—completely. I want you to give me everything and I’ll do the same."

I pulled back slightly, my eyes searching hers with hesitation. "But... isn’t werewolf blood dangerous for vampires?"

A smile tugged at her lips—slow, sultry, knowing. "Not when it’s your mate," she whispered, her voice a silken thread. "I’ve studied everything about vampire and werewolf bondings. My blood won’t harm you, Sebastian. It’ll fulfill you... like nothing else ever could. And I want to feel fulfilled too. I want you—your bite, your mark... all of you."

I hesitated for the briefest moment. I couldn’t help it. After all, just hours ago, this woman had tried to kill me. But as I stared into her eyes, luminous and full of longing, something inside me surrendered.

If something must kill a man, I thought, let it be her. Let it be Cassandra.

I could die in her arms, and it would still be the most alive I’d ever felt.

"Then don’t beg me again," I growled, my voice sounding rough with want. "Because I won’t be able to stop."

And I didn’t.

My fingers curled around the back of her neck, drawing her closer as my lips ghosted over the frantic beat of her pulse. She trembled, breath catching, heart pounding just for me. Then I sank my fangs into her skin, slow and deep, drinking her in with a hunger that was all lust, worship, and wicked devotion. She gasped—soft, breathless, aching—as her body arched into mine. Her blood spilled into my mouth like fire-laced honey, rich and heady, as if her soul was laced in every drop. It flowed through me, lighting me from the inside out, and I felt everything—her desire, her surrender, her love.

Cassandra clung to me, moaning softly against my neck, her nails digging into my back as waves of pleasure rolled through her. The bond between us pulsed and flared like a living thing, binding us in heat, in power, in something ancient and irreversible.

And I drank like a man starved for centuries.

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, her hips grinding against my hand. I could feel her climax building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I increased the pressure of my fingers, my thumb circling her clit, sending her over the edge.

She cried out, her body convulsing, her blood pulsing into my mouth. I drank deeply, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her moans. It was the most intimate, the most erotic experience of my life, a communion that transcended words. She was right. Cassandra’s blood was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.

As her body relaxed, I pulled away, licking the wound on her neck. It closed instantly, leaving no trace of my bite. I turned her around, my hands on her hips, my body pressing against hers. She looked at me, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses.

"You were right. That was so delicious." I whispered, kissing her temple and then her cheeks.

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes filled with warmth. "I love you."

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too, Cass. More than words can express."

I lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against me. I groaned, my body aching with need. I wanted her, more than I’d ever wanted anyone. And I was going to have her, right here, right now.

I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my hands roaming her body, exploring every curve, every line. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching against me. I could feel her lust, her need, matching my own. I broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I unbuttoned her t-shirt, exposing her breasts, her pink nipples hard and begging for my attention.

Driven by pure lust, I took one into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her. I lavished attention on her other breast, my hand squeezing and kneading, my thumb circling her nipple. She was writhing beneath me, her body begging for more.

I trailed kisses down her stomach, my hands pulling down her oversized jeans, exposing her panties completely. I hooked my fingers into the lace, pulling them down, my lips following the path of the fabric. I could smell her pussy, her sweet arousal, her desire, and it was making me go crazy. I pushed her legs apart and leaned in, my tongue tracing the line of her wet slit, tasting her, savoring her.

She moaned, her body arching off the counter, her hands gripping the edge. I increased the pressure of my tongue, my fingers sliding into her, pumping in and out, in time with my tongue. She was close, I could feel it, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I looked up at her, her eyes glazed with need, her lips parted, and I smiled. My fingers pumped faster, my tongue swirling around her clit. She cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. I drank deeply, savoring the taste of her cum, the feel of her pussy, the sound of her pleasure.

As her body relaxed, I stood up, my body pressing against hers. I could feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against boxers covered cock. I groaned, my body aching with need.

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes screaming her needs. "I need it."

I smiled, my heart swelling with deep emotions. "Alright."

I slided down my boxers and I positioned my hard, pulsing cock at her entrance, my body aching for her. I looked into her eyes, seeing my own desire reflected back at me. "Are you ready?" I asked with a smirk and she smiled back, "Always."

With that said, I pushed into her with a soft grunt, slowly, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate me. She moaned, her body arching against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my body sliding in and out of hers. She met my thrusts, her body moving in sync with mine, her moans filling the air. I could feel her pleasure, her desire, her love, all intertwined in every touch, every kiss, every thrust.

I increased the pace, my body slamming against hers, my hands gripping her hips, holding her to me. She cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. I followed soon after, my body tensing, my cum spilling into her.

As our bodies relaxed, I pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my chest, her body pressed against mine. I could feel her heartbeat, rapid and erratic, matching the rhythm of my own. I could feel her love, her lust, her need, all intertwined in every touch, every kiss, every beat of her heart.

I looked down at her, her eyes closed, a soft smile on her lips. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. She opened her eyes, looking up at me, her eyes filled with love.

"Sebastian," she whispered, "That was mind blowing. I love you so much."

I smiled. "It was. And I love you, Cass. More than words can express. More than life itself."

I captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, my heart filled with happiness, my body filled with desire, my soul filled with her. And in that moment, I knew, I was home. I was where I was meant to be. With her. Forever.

With one last lingering kiss, I pulled her upright and smirked. "Alright, I’ve had my fill—your turn to eat now."

Cassandra gave me a slow, wicked smile. "You’re right," she purred, her voice dripping with tease. "Gotta recharge... wouldn’t want to run out of energy before round two."

I let out a deep laugh, shaking my head. "You’re trouble, you know that?"

She leaned in, brushing her lips close to my ear. "The best kind," she whispered.

"Yeah," I grinned, planting a kiss on her cheek, "fuel up. You’re gonna need it."