Deviant Kings: Claimed by The Four Lycan Kings

Author’s pov~

The dimly lit chamber was thick with heat, heavy with the suffocating scent of cologne and alcohol.

"Yes, I am ready..." the woman gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as the heat of the two men pressed against her from both sides.

The man behind her wrapped his heavy arms firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his bare chest. His lips brushed against the soft skin of her throat.

"You are killing us..." he purred into her ear, his deep voice vibrating straight down her spine as his hands gripped her hips, anchoring her to him. "How do you expect us to wait another month when you stand here looking like this?"

In front of her, the second man stepped closer, his dark eyes fixed on hers with an intense, possessive hunger. His hand slowly traced down her bare skin, his calloused fingers sliding down her thigh with deliberate, agonising slowness.

The woman tilted her head back against the chest behind her, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips.

She let out a soft, sweet pout, her eyes wide and dark with a desperate, playful fire as she looked up at the man standing before her.

"Then don’t wait..." she whispered, her voice dropping into a soft, alluring purr that made both men tense instantly.

"Why should you wait, when I’m standing right here? Claim me tonight."

The man in front of her let out a low growl, his grip on her thigh tightening.

"Do you have any idea what you’re asking for?" he rasped, leaning down until his lips hovered inches from hers.

"If we mark you now, if we claim you completely, there is no turning back. You will be bound to both of us forever. You won’t belong to yourself anymore. You’ll belong to the throne."

"Good," she murmured, a wicked, adorable little smirk breaking across her face as she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him down.

"I don’t want to belong to myself. I want your mark on my skin."

The man behind her let out a rough, dark chuckle against her neck, his teeth grazing over her pulse point.

"Listen to her, brother," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

"She’s trying to ruin us. She acts so innocent, so sweet... but she knows exactly how to drive us out of our minds."

"I’m not trying to ruin you," she cooed softly, batting her lashes as she looked between the two dangerous men holding her captive in the dark. "I just want what’s mine. Mark me. Claim me. Stop playing with my patience and make me yours."

"To give you our mark... to place the seal of the throne on your skin, we have to wait," the man behind her rasped, his voice rough and low as his teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "The Elders demand the official ceremony next month. The ritual blood, the public vows... the entire pack watching us take what is ours."

The woman let out a soft, dramatic sigh, pouting as she tilted her head up to look at the man towering in front of her.

She reached up, her small, delicate hand trailing down the line of his hard jaw, her fingers tracing the edge of his sharp lips.

"A whole month?" she cooed, her voice pitched into a sweet, desperate murmur. "You’re really going to make me wait thirty whole days while every female in the territory stares at you? While they whisper about whether I’m truly enough for the two of you?"

"Let them whisper," the man in front of her growled softly, catching her wrist in a grip of pure steel, though his eyes burned with a dark, unyielding intensity.

"They know who you belong to. But if you think we’re waiting for some grand altar to make you ours, you’re severely mistaken."

A slow, triumphant spark lit up her eyes. "Then prove it," she whispered, her lips parting as she leaned into his palm. "Don’t leave a single doubt in my mind."

The man behind her let out a low, dangerous laugh that sent a shudder straight down her spine. His heavy hands slid down to lock around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, anchoring her against his broad chest until there wasn’t a single inch of air left between them.

"The ceremony can wait for the Elders," he murmured against her skin, his tone dropping into a possessive, lethal register. "But tonight? Tonight, we claim you."

The second man stepped fully into her space, his heavy shadow completely swallowing her as his dark eyes locked onto hers with absolute dominance.

"No more talking," he commanded, his voice dark, quiet, and final. "You asked for this, baby. Now you don’t get to pull away."

With that, the man in front of her hurriedly undid his belt and pants. He was standing completely naked before her. She looked at him as she slid her hands lower down on his chest.

The man pulled her by her hips, slamming her against his huge, hard length. She let out a gasp at how big he was. The man smirked as he drank in her expression.

"Ready, baby?" The man behind her whispered near her ear as he tilted her head back with his finger.

"Yes---" Her words died in her throat when he pushed his hard length into her in one single thrust.

The man behind her slowly placed kisses, small marks all over her neck and throat. She gasped at the feeling of being filled.

"OMG, Ahh---"

"Shh..."

The man didn’t wait for another minute as he pulled all the way out just to slam back in with full force. Her breathless moans filled the room as he started thrusting with a deliberate, agonising pace that left her moaning and breathless.

The man behind her murmured. "On the bed. Now."

Within seconds, they were lying on the bed. The man pushed his hard length into her in one brutal thrust again as he started thrusting in ruthless precision, making her moan wildly in pleasure. Her nails drew crescent moons on his shoulders.

The other man slid beside her as he turned her head towards him and captured her lips in his mouth, swallowing her moans.

Her body trembled violently as a flash of white liquid washed over her. His release washed over her, and soon after he pulled out. The other man hovered over her, pinning her wrist above her head.

"Ready to take me, baby?" the man whispered, slowly grinding his length against her already filled wet core.

"Yes... Yes, I am ready!" She gasped breathlessly.

He slammed into her in one thrust, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips in pleasure.

The room was filled with nothing but their breathless moans and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh as they claimed her ruthlessly, desperately and completely.

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