Lycan King’s Nemesis

GWEN??

Ashton pushed me deeper into the room whilst still devouring my lips with swooning kisses, his left hand on my waist guiding me back and his right hand holding me hostage by my neck.

At this point, I was striving to stay sane at the same time I was relishing in the goodness of how sweet he tasted. My hands twitched by my side, not sure of what to do; touch him back or push him away. It kept twitching.

“Gosh, I have been envisioning this since morning, little wolf,” he groaned into my mouth in a bass that reverberated through my body, leaving my head reeling like a fool.

Is this the apology he owed me for the accusations from earlier? So, he was here merely because he has been having visions of fucking me, not necessarily because he wanted me. For me. He wanted my body.

I tore my lips away, shaking my head. “I can’t do this, Ashton,” I purred, still feeling heady as he peppered my neck with unholy baby kisses. “I can… argh,” he sucked into the dipped point in my neck, grazing it with his mini-elongated teeth. The action was like an electric shock.

“You know you want this,” his left hand took my hands and placed them above my head on the wall, starting to lick downward in the direction of my cleavage. My head fell backward. “I know you want this more than life itself, little wolf.”

“Ash…” I sucked in my teeth, my eyes rolling back when he caught my nipple through my dress, tugging at it. My chest shot up, my thighs beginning to feel wet from excess juice jetting out.

“Let go, my little wolf,” he said huskily and yanked down the front of my gown, circling his lips on my right hard pebble and sucking at it with such passion every form of resistance died in my body.

“Fuck, yeah…” I was writhing on the wall, my thighs bumping and rubbing together to increase the friction down there. I seriously needed a release. It was like I was high on something strong. On alcohol.

“Come here.” Ashton ripped me from the wall and when I thought he was taking me to the bed to finally fuck me, he slapped my front against the wall, his right hand pinning me there as his left hand slid to my zip to drag it down. In a flash, my gown pooled on my feet.

“I can’t get enough of this, little wolf,” he placed his nose at the back of my neck and caressed it slowly lower to the middle of my back. When I came in initially, I had removed my bra, about to go to the bathroom before he knocked. When he knocked I had to shrug back the gown and hurry to him without my underwear.

My hands were on the wall, willingly, small puffs of erratic air emitting from my mouth and marking the point in front of me as I took it in with hazy eyes. Eyes of passion. I dragged my bottom lips into my mouth, shooting out my bum to him as he reached there, his tongue sliding into my bum split and licking it like a plate of his favourite dish.

He has never done this before.

His left hand circled my waist and held it down from trembling as he stealthily thrust his tongue in and out of the hole of my ass before licking into my core.

“Arh, please,” I begged, feeling myself about to go. Why does Ashton always choose to torment me like this? He should have just apologized for what he did but his pride wouldn’t let him. Instead, he chose a method he knew despite how much it irked me, he knew it would be hard for me to refuse.

“Yes, little wolf, you taste so good. So beautiful.” Just like that day at the hotel, he was doing it again, saying these words to me that made me think he had changed.

And I was falling for it.

He flipped me about in one swipe and as I was working to steady my breath, his finger was next to thrust inside of me as his hungry wolf eyes fixed at me, he began working me up. It was frantic, non-stopping, harsh, forceful, and merciless.

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m almost there, please don’t stop,” the words were flowing, my hands finally on his biceps digging into his skin. By tomorrow I’m sure there would be evidence of scars.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered hoarsely, his thrusting not wavering. “Keep looking into my eyes, little wolf.” It was hard. It wasn’t every day I could bring myself to look into his eyes. Maybe because somehow in the middle of trying to pretend like I wasn’t fazed by him, inside I was terrified of him. Of what he could do to me in the snap of a finger.

But right now at the mercy of those fingers, I found myself-however little I can, looking into his stone-black wolf eyes just as my release hit me. “Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah…” he silenced me with a kiss, my waist grinding against him as I rode out the stormy waves. It felt like paradise.

I have never felt like this in my entire life. Yes, I felt the attraction, the bond, the electricity that came with bonding, but today took it to a different level. Today, Ashton brought my imagination to life; the things I only read beneath the covers of sinful magazines.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as he kissed my cheek, bringing his fingers up to put into his mouth and as I watched him, licked every of my juice off them, not breaking eye contact.

I nodded, unable to utter a word. Then he placed those fingers in front of my face and said,” Open,” and I did. “suck it off.” I did. Truly it tasted great.

“That is what I need you to think of my little wolf,” he leaned in to purr into my ear and my stomach twisted with need again. “Always remember that only I can bring you this amount of pleasure. Only me.”

The arrogance.

The spell fell off my eyes and I pushed at his chest. He was quick to grab my hands between his left large ones with a smug smile on his face and led me in the direction of the bathroom. What is he doing now?

Still, trying to prove to me things he can do that Tyler couldn’t?

What an oaf!

As he opened the door and allowed me to go in first. I thought he was coming in, but then he paused there, and that was when it occurred to me that throughout he was devouring me, this man was still fully clad in the clothes he wore to the games. While I was stark naked.

As if reading my mind, the sides of his lips pinched in a smirk. A knowing smirk. His eyes shifted to the tub. “Hurry and take your bath and come down for dinner. We have a meeting with the elders this evening.”

“A meeting?” I was astonished. “I’m permitted to attend?”

He pushed off the door, his scowl returning. “Being a Queen isn’t only about satisfying my bed desires, Gwendolyn. You said you wanted to be a part of the decision process. Don’t make me wait.” With that, he left, the front door slamming after him.

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