Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 109: Why Can’t You Say It?

Obediently, Lorelai parted her lips, and the tip of his manhood grazed her tongue. A moment later, her mouth filled with the hot, salty heat of his release.

"Ugh... haaa..." Rhaegar exhaled heavily, his chest heaving as he struggled to steady his breath. The rhythmic pounding of his heartbeat seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the charged space between them.

Lorelai sat frozen, watching him in silence. Her wide eyes lingered on his face, captivated by the sight before her. He was utterly breathtaking—gorgeous and commanding, yet somehow erotically vulnerable in a way that sent her pulse racing.

From their very first encounter, he had made it clear—he loved marking her.

Just as a beast claimed its territory, Rhaegar sought to leave his essence on her, within her, as if staking an unspoken claim. The more he did, the more her skin carried his scent, unmistakable and potent. It clung to her, a primal warning to any who might dare approach his mate.

As she held the lingering traces of his release in her mouth, his hands moved tenderly over her, stroking her hair, her flushed cheeks, and the contours of her face as though praising her.

His touch was both possessive and reverent. Finally, his thumb brushed across her reddened lips, now slightly swollen from her efforts.

"You did well," he murmured in a soft tone. "Spit it into my hand."

Obediently, Lorelai parted her lips and released the sticky liquid into his palm. It mixed with her saliva, pooling warm and viscous at the center. Without hesitation, Rhaegar tilted her back slightly, his amber eyes locked on hers as he spread the mixture between her thighs.

His fingers moved with precision, sliding the liquid into her opening. He pushed it deep inside her, swirling it to mix with her own wetness. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every moment. Some of his essence lingered on her flushed, pink flesh, marking her yet again, while the rest he worked into her, sealing it within her body.

By the time he withdrew his fingers, his desire had reignited. His hardened length pulsed with renewed urgency, the heat between them rising once more.

Grasping her slender calves in his tanned hands, Rhaegar spread her legs wide, his intense gaze fixed on her blushing face. He rubbed himself teasingly over her mound, eliciting a sharp gasp, before finally thrusting his full length inside her.

"Ahhh..." Lorelai cried out, her back arching instinctively from the sudden, overwhelming impact.

Even though she had been already stretched by his fingers moments ago, the fullness of him was almost too much to take all at once.

The intrusion bordered on pain, but the pleasure it brought was far greater, overwhelming her senses. A trembling moan escaped her lips as his length pressed against her sensitive inner walls, igniting sparks of heat that coursed through her body.

Rhaegar leaned over her, enveloping her trembling form in his strong arms as if to steady her. His voice, low and hoarse, murmured her name.

"Ah... Lorelai..."

He captured her lips in a ravenous kiss, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth. His lips trailed down to her chin, nipping gently before moving to lick the tears that had slipped down her flushed cheeks. As his hips began a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement sent a jolt of sensation rippling through her.

"Ahh, Rhaegar, wait... not so fast!" Lorelai pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. But Rhaegar showed no intention of slowing. Instead, his movements grew more intense, his powerful hips slapping against hers in an unrelenting rhythm that left her skin reddened and tingling.

Caught between sensations of helplessness and ecstasy, she reflexively looked up, meeting his burning amber gaze. The intensity in his eyes was breathtaking, filled with raw desire and something deeper, something animalistic.

In that moment, everything else faded. The world beyond them ceased to exist. The emotions he felt for her were on full display—unrestrained, searing, and impossible to ignore.

Inside Rhaegar’s mind, a voice clawed at his thoughts, urging him forward, relentless and consuming. ’Tell her... Force her to say yes. She belongs to us. Without her, you will ache again.’

"Lorelai..." he whispered passionately, his voice trembling as he shook off the insistent growl of his wolf. "Run away with me, please..."

Lorelai blinked several times, stunned and conflicted.

Fear gripped her heart. She was terrified of the words hovering on the tip of her tongue, words she longed to say but dared not: ’I’ll do it. I will run away with you. Because I love you too. I don’t care about anything else anymore.’

"I’ll take care of everything," he continued, his tone growing desperate, clinging to the flicker of hope in her eyes. "Come with me, Lorelai. I will protect you. I will take care of you. I will make you happy."

His large hands cupped her red, bewildered face, holding her as though she might disappear if he let go. His amber eyes burned with longing, and his words poured out like a prayer.

"No one needs to know. When they find out..."

A sudden, deep thrust cut off his sentence, drawing a sharp, breathless moan from Lorelai. Her body arched instinctively, overwhelmed by the pleasure that surged through her like fire.

"They’ll try to take you back," he growled, "but I won’t let them. You’re mine, Lorelai. I will protect you. I will kill anyone who dares to separate us. I promise you that."

His breathing grew heavier, his amber eyes darkening further as they bore into hers with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

The beast within him roared impatiently, clawing for dominance, furious at the princess’ silence. Though his mark was already on her, Rhaegar needed more. He needed Lorelai to accept him willingly—completely—just as he had accepted her.

"Let me make you officially mine," Rhaegar groaned, his hot breath brushing against Lorelai’s swollen lips. "Once it’s done, no one will ever touch you."

Tears streamed down Lorelai’s face as she moaned softly, her body writhing beneath him. The pleasure and frustration tangled together, threatening to tear her apart.

He thrust so deeply inside her that her lips parted on their own, and yet she bit down hard on her lower lip, desperate to stop herself from saying the words that burned in her chest. Words she longed to confess: I will follow you. I am dying to be yours.

"Why can’t you say it, Lorelai?" Rhaegar’s voice was thick with longing as he kissed her again, his lips fervent against hers while her body squirmed beneath his weight. "Tell me, what do you really feel? Is there something holding you back, keeping you from saying what’s in your heart?"

His gaze bore into hers, raw and intense. "I need to know, Lorelai. Please... don’t torture me anymore. Tell me how you really feel."