Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 132 Marked?

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18+ ONLY. Contains explicit content.

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A deep growl rumbled from his chest. "Fuck... Ember... you are squeezing me."

’And you are killing me.’

Every thrust elicited a groan from him.

My body writhed under him, my scream turning into music in his ears.

"I’m going faster now."

My breath caught, but I didn’t stop him.

He rolled his hips with more force, each stroke dragging a cry from my lips. My back arched, pressing my body closer to his. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound muffled under the rhythm of skin against skin and our tangled breaths.

"Fuck," he muttered again, his pace deepening. "You feel too good... I can’t stop."

My fingers clawed down his back, searching for something to hold onto. His name slipped from my lips again and again, in moans, in gasps, in half-broken whispers.

He reached between us and circled my sensitive spot with his fingers, making my entire body jerk beneath him.

"Damon," I sobbed. My legs trembled, and my hips rose to meet his every thrust, needing more.

"That’s it," he breathed. "Give it to me."

I didn’t even know what I was giving him, but it felt like I was unraveling from the inside out.

Pressure built up so fast that it knocked the breath out of my lungs. My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him like he was the only solid thing in the world.

"I can’t... I can’t hold it," I whimpered.

"Yes, you can."

His voice was rough and strained, like he was fighting to stay in control, but there was something else there too... something tender. His lips grazed my cheek, then my jaw, before settling on my neck again.

"You’re mine," he growled.

He sucked on my skin... wait... something sharp grazed my skin, then my skin broke, two razor teeth dug into my neck, pain and hot heat radiating through my body.

’What the heck?’

Before I could say anything or push him away, my body broke apart.

Pleasure rolled through me, wave after wave, so fierce it made me cry out. I shook under him, my eyes squeezing shut as the world blurred. I was on cloud nine, floating with pleasure, that even the pain from my neck was nothing in comparison to that.

This is the best ecstasy I have ever... ever had.

Damon didn’t stop, his fangs were still buried in my skin. He held me through every second of it, his thrusts slowing just enough to let me ride the high until my body slumped against the mattress, spent.

His breath was hot against my shoulder, his body tense above mine.

And then, with one last deep thrust, he shuddered.

A deep guttural growl rumbled from his lips as he snarled ferociously against my neck, and I felt the warmth of him inside me.

His fangs remained buried in my skin, my breath hitched as I felt like I was running a fever... no it was like I was thrown in a river of lava, our sweat-slicked skin pressed together.

I cried weakly, as the world blurred around me. He began to lick my skin before he retracted his fangs. Every lick sent a shudder through my body... I don’t know what this was but I felt this... this is going to mess both our lives... anyway, it was already messy.

My body wriggled, tears streaming down my face. I felt so hot and dizzy. My eyes fluttered as I whimpered in pain.

Damon raised his head to meet my gaze... his eyes... his eyes were silvery grey. This was his wolf.

"Damon..."

"Beowulf... that’s my name." He growled, his fangs bared at me.

Whichever you both are... You have both wrecked the life out of me. This was never how I intended it to go... at least not a baddie like me.

Then everything turned pitch black.

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My chest rumbled in approval seeing how she reacted to every touch and thrust of mine. I never thought it would feel this good, but it was better than I could have ever imagined.

And I never knew I could be this gentle with her considering the fact that she is not my mate. This is the gentlest I had ever been in my life... because I didn’t want her to break.

I continued thrusting into her, increasing the pace. She was so tight that a guttural growl escaped my throat.

"Let me out," Beowulf growled inside my head.

"Why?" I was annoyed and irritated by his interference.

"To also mate with her..."

"NO." I cut him off curtly.

But that just made him growl more aggressively. I shoved him back, ignoring him.

I kissed her cheeks before trailing down to her jaw, then to her neck. Strangely, my claws elongated out of my nails, my fangs lengthening, and my eyes turned silvery grey.

I didn’t know how Beowulf did it but he pushed back to take the back seat. No matter how I tried to gain control back... he wasn’t letting me.

And to my greatest horror, he sank his fangs into her neck.

"Beowulf STOP!" I yelled at him. "Do you want to ruin everything we have suffered to build and protect all this time... just because of her?" I clicked my tongue in disapproval.

He stopped midway, but he didn’t pull his fangs out. "How do you know this is not the right thing to do?"

"I don’t, but until then... we need to play it safe," I said inwardly praying that it should not be considered a mate mark.

A loud guttural growl rumbled from our throat. Ember writhed and squirmed underneath us. When Beowulf retracted his fangs, and met her gaze. She looked like she was in pain, she whimpered, her fingers dug into the sheets.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Damon..."

"Beowulf... that’s my name." He growled, baring his fangs at her.

"That’s enough Beowulf... give me back my control." I forced myself out, pushing him back... well not without a fight.

My dark eyes stared at her unconscious frame, her silver-white hair clung to her skin. Her pale skin was flushed with red marks. Her cheeks were so red and cute. My hands brushed her hair back.

My eyes flicked to her neck, two red puncture marks stared back angrily at me. "BEOWULF... FOR FUCKING SAKE!"

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