The Villains Must Win-Chapter 198: (+18) Lyander Wolfhart 48

[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

Liora was damn good with her mouth. Lyander fully understood why his wolf had wanted her so badly—it wasn’t just instinct. It was a craving carved into his very soul.

Even with his earlier description, he wondered if she’d catch his meaning. But then her eyes widened suddenly, realization dawning. Her gaze flicked to his hard cock, then back to his eyes. Her lips parted in a shocked little "Oh."

She understood.

But what truly floored him—what made his wolf’s heart stutter—was what came next.

Her expression shifted, blossoming into something wicked and seductive. That soft innocence turned into playful fire as she held his gaze and slowly, dragged her tongue across her lips.

His wolf blinked.

She’s messing with us again.

Lyander couldn’t help but laugh—low, husky, and full of need. She gave as good as she got, and he fucking loved that about her.

The heat, the play, the spark—they had it in spades. And he hadn’t expected it. Not like this.

His balls drew tight, a flash of panic slicing through his arousal.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t—

If he lost control now, his wolf would never let him live it down. But somehow—somehow—he held on.

She flashed him a smug little smile, like she knew the power she had over him, and then—without a word—she climbed on top of his wolf. Her body glided over his chest, smooth and slow, her slick warmth settling right above his cock.

For a beat, he couldn’t move—completely frozen by the vision she made. His mind unhelpfully conjured the image of her lips wrapped around him, her tongue teasing—

"Really?" he groaned out, half in exasperation, half in awe.

His wolf rumbled in warning.

Lyander snorted.

But any banter was instantly forgotten when she eased herself down, her slick heat slowly engulfing his length again.

He groaned low and deep. His wolf growled like thunder in his chest. Liora shivered, a tremor running down her spine, pleasure blooming and echoing through the forming bond they shared.

For a long moment, they didn’t move. They just felt—the tight stretch, the heat, the overwhelming intimacy. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Then Liora started to move, her pace slow and exploratory. She rose and sank, hips finding a rhythm that suited her. Each motion sent jolts of heat through Lyander’s core, making his fingers twitch against the ground.

Until this very moment, he hadn’t realized just how different her body was—not just in form, but in strength. Nymph or not, she was far from fragile.

She gripped his sides with her knees, her thighs strong and steady, and rode him like he was hers and hers alone. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her fingers fisting tight in the fur on his chest. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she yanked some clean out.

"Fuck!" he snarled, hips jerking up to meet hers. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with her riding him like her life depended on it.

She was close too. He could feel it through the bond—the tightening, the sparks just beneath the surface. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted, and a series of soft, mewling growls escaped her throat with each bounce of her hips.

And then—without warning—her eyes glowed.

A brilliant light, ethereal and wild.

That should’ve been terrifying.

But it was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

His wolf couldn’t take it anymore.

With a primal growl, Lyander’s wolf surged forward and sank his canines deep into the opposite side of her neck, marking her for all to see.

Liora screamed, her voice echoing through the cave and surely beyond. Lyander was confident everyone in the pack heard it—even miles away.

Her pussy clamped down around him in an earth-shattering climax, squeezing so tightly he saw stars.

And then—gods—her little teeth sank into the side of his neck.

A shockwave tore through them.

Heat exploded through every nerve ending, lighting them up from the inside out. The bond flared open like a supernova, a deeper connection unfurling between them, burning away every last barrier. His wolf threw back his head and roared with pure, unfiltered pleasure, the sound shaking the very stones around them.

Liora’s voice joined his—singing, howling, claiming—and Lyander had never felt so whole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—

He felt like he was going to pass out. His heart pounded against his ribs like a war drum.

He’d thought he understood the mate bond before with his previous mate.

He was wrong.

This—this—was what it meant to be made for someone. Liora wasn’t just his mate. She was it. The one. The forever.

"Fuck," he rasped again, breath ragged. "How the hell does any wolf survive mating?"

Eventually, their howls faded into silence, the cave settling around them once more.

Liora slumped forward, her head resting against his chest, panting hard.

Lyander wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his heart still thundering in his ears.

They had crossed a threshold.

And there was no going back.

After a few moments of quiet, Liora looked up with wide eyes, clearly startled.

Lyander could tell the moment she realized what had happened—why she couldn’t move anymore. Given her innocence, he wasn’t surprised she hadn’t expected this part.

Her expression was a mixture of confusion and dawning awareness. She didn’t say a word, but her question echoed loud and clear through their newly formed mental link.

Lyander smiled gently, brushing his fingers through her hair as he answered her softly.

"It’s called a knot," he explained, his voice soft and calm in her mind. "Male wolves expand at the base of their cock after they climax. It locks us in place for a little while . . . makes sure the bond takes."

Liora blinked, cheeks flushed. "Oh . . . oh. Um, okay," she mumbled. She looked a little worried, even if she tried to hide it.

Her soul—the part of her that had read countless werewolf romance books and dramas—expected it. It was always portrayed as the highlight of every mating scene.

But experiencing it firsthand? That was an entirely different matter. Reality wasn’t something you could flip through in a Chapter.

He felt her discomfort and responded with a reassuring caress down her spine, his touch soothing and warm.

"It’s perfectly normal," he whispered aloud this time, brushing a kiss to her temple. "It eases up after twenty to thirty minutes. Just give it a little time."

"Alright . . . ," she murmured again, sounding more settled, but still a little embarrassed. Then she yawned—wide and unfiltered—and rested her cheek back against his chest.

All the tension seemed to melt from her limbs in an instant. Her body softened, her breaths deepened.

Lyander had almost forgotten how exhausted she was. They had been up nearly the whole night, their connection, their mating, having taken everything out of them.

Within moments, her breathing evened out, slow and steady, as sleep overtook her.

Lyander stared up at the ceiling, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. His wolf purred with contentment beneath the surface, wrapped in the warmth of their bonded mate.

After that ride? His wolf was starting to rethink everything he thought he liked about sex. For years, he’d sworn that fucking from behind was the superior position.

But now? With Liora’s warmth wrapped around him, her body still pressed to his chest, her scent tangled with his own, her nails still etched into his skin?

Yeah. Missionary suddenly had its merits.

Maybe once she woke up, they could try both again—side by side comparisons. Purely for science, of course.

"We still have plenty of other things to do," Lyander said in his mind. "You’re gonna have to circle back to that question later."

His wolf snorted under his breath, stretching his limbs just enough to work out the tension without dislodging her.

"Yeah, yeah . . ." he whispered, letting the thoughts go for now.

With Liora asleep atop him, locked together, hearts and souls intertwined, Lyander let his own eyes drift closed.

Liora wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Lyander’s wolf nudged her awake with a soft rumble. She stirred, lifting her head groggily and blinking as she took in her surroundings.

"W-what? What happened?" she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

It only took one glance at Lyander’s expectant expression—and the warm press of his body still tangled with hers—for the memories to come flooding back. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as heat climbed up the back of her neck.

Lyander’s voice slipped gently through their bond, honey-soft and calming.

"It’s okay to get up now."

She nodded shyly and slowly eased herself off of his cock, careful not to rush. Once she was free, she sat perched on his broad chest, brushing her hair out of her face.

"So . . . what happens next?" she asked quietly, unsure.

The books and dramas she’d seen never really covered what came after the first mating. Were they supposed to cuddle now? Mate again?

She didn’t have to wonder for long. A low, rumbling growl of arousal vibrated from deep in his chest.

"Roll onto your back," his wolf murmured, voice thick with heat.

Okay then.

Liora obeyed without hesitation, sliding off him and rolling onto her back, the soft fur blanket beneath her a comforting contrast to her racing heart.

Lyander rose to his paws, his massive form looming over her with restrained power as he looked down with quiet approval.

"Open your legs."

Her breath caught. Slowly, nervously, she bent her knees and parted her thighs, granting him access. He settled between them, gaze focused and intense as he studied her.

She flushed under his scrutiny, shifting slightly.

What was he looking for?

Her question must have rippled through their new bond, because he answered her in the same quiet way he had before—directly in her mind.

"I’m making sure you’re okay."

Warmth spread through her chest at the unexpected tenderness. Despite the hunger in his eyes, despite the primal edge to his presence, he was still being careful. Still thinking of her first.

Not that he needed to worry. She was a nymph—her body healed quickly, and she already felt fine. A little sore, maybe, but not in a bad way.

He lingered a moment longer, gaze roaming over her with reverence. But the shift in his energy was unmistakable. The concern faded, replaced by raw, unfiltered male lust. The air thickened with the scent of mating pheromones, his desire impossible to miss.

"Alright. Enough," Lyander growled, his voice darker now, edged with something feral. "It’s my turn now."

In the next breath, he shifted back into his human form—powerful, breathtaking, and undeniably hers.

Liora’s breath caught in her throat. She knew what was coming.

He leaned over her, eyes locked on hers, his mouth trailing down to the curve of her neck—right where her pulse fluttered beneath the skin.

Now it was his turn to sink his teeth into her and complete the bond.

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