Lycan King’s Nemesis

“Julian?” I called, surprised to see him sitting down in one of the red-plowed daisies in the palace’s massive elegant living room with his eyes taking me intently in as I ambled towards him in unmistakable shock.

How is it possible that he came to be here? I reasoned, stalking closer with my right brow arched high on my forehead unable to hide my astonishment.

He was still the same. Nothing new. Only this time his hair seem to have grown an extra inch from the last time I saw him. And also, he was still seating down rather than coming to engulf me in his familiar papaish hug that I have come to miss.

And he wasn’t talking. Just grinning.

“What are you doing here?” I stopped directly in front of his splayed legs, happiness bobbing through my body at his very presence. To say I have missed him would be an understatement. And that was exactly what I told him.

Still, he didn’t say anything.

“What is going on_”

The great palatial doors swung open, gathering my attention at once as the words died in my mouth at seeing who came in. Theresa. What the_

“Gwendolyn!”

I scooted away as I jolted off the bed in anxiety, realizing at once that it had been a dream. They weren’t real. Julian wasn’t here with me. Must have been my subconscious teasing me with the last of my memories before I went to sleep.

However, the shock from my dream was heightened by the person hovering over me. Even in the dim light room, his glossy Lycan eyes twinkled as a result of the moonlight slithering in through the open windows and his sharp jawlines were distinct as he regarded me in the darkness and slowly, I returned back, hissing as I made to adjust to the other side of the bed.

I must have taken up the entire space.

“Sorry,” I muttered, touching my forehead as I felt cold there from accumulated perspiration. “Do you want me to leave?” I further asked, seeing as he wasn’t climbing into the bed. “I could… use the couch if you will feel more_”

“Stop being pathetic, Gwen,” he hedged and stood to his full six-foot-eight macho height. It was so intimidating, mostly in the darkness. “I-I was worried when you kept thrashing in your sleep.” He admitted, then he huffed and sat down, the smack of his slippers across the floor resonating as he shifted and climbed fully into the bed. “And you can lay down properly. Stop acting like some terrified mouse.”

I was still recovering from the dream where I saw the love of my life, now to the bane of my living. And he is telling me to lay properly? I thought… I thought he would want to stay with his mistress. “Ash_”

“We have to start trying for an heir.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He pivoted to his side to face me, his face holding no form of amusement. “My mother made us get married singly because she wanted us to produce an heir for this Kingdom as soon as possible.”

“But-But you said you_”

“What I said in the past doesn’t make any difference.” His eyes were like a volcano of fire, raging blindly across the little space separating us and threatening to roast me. “If I am going to be rid of you sooner I have to obey my mother’s wish and birth an heir. That way my people will know I didn’t marry a failed woman.”

Laying close to him was like placing two functional magnets beside each other. Of course, you know the result. But the words oozing out of his mouth, they made the entire connection deplorable. It made me feel filthy that while he saw me as an object to prove a point and a breeder, I was busy lusting for him. Even with his coldness, my body was yielding, and I knew even if I hated this man across from me, my body longed for him.

Which was why when he lifted off the bed and slid towards me, I stiffened in anticipation and my breath quickened at once.

My mind numbed out all the echoes of what happened downstairs. His mistress under my roof, his callous words. Even his condescending words a minute ago.

And all I could think of was what was going to happen now.

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He grabbed my left thigh and yanked forcefully and I bulked and fell on my back, my hands falling beside me as my eyes found his and held.

“You are nothing but my whore, Gwendolyn…” His two hands found my nightdress and in one tug rented it into two, exposing my flesh to his eyes which are now turning a darker shade of hue. “… I will use you as I see fit, when I want, and how I want.” He nudged my legs apart and settled between them, his hands trailing down my thighs to my cunt to palm me and at once like I was electrocuted, I gasped and my spine lifted off the bed to sigh in unexpected pleasure.

He must have found me wet, because he growled like a wild beast and began rubbing me roughly, without an iota of mercy.

“Ash…” My eyes fluttered and my hands commenced searching for what to hold onto as the weight of this excitement became unbearable for me.

“Filthy thing.” He hissed in tight voice, his hardness pushing at me as his hands became more frantic.

“Yes,” I moaned as he slid two fingers into me and pumped repeatedly that I was shaking, my thighs widening for him. I wanted more, craved nothing but more of his fingers, his hateful word and everything in between.

I was so close. So close to something I didn’t know. And he didn’t give me the chance to know because while I was still trying to decipher that feeling, I didn’t notice him sliding off his sleeping trouser until I felt something huge at my entrance and then without warning, he slammed into me.

I winced, with a cry of pain emitting from my mouth as my upper body moved off the bed but then it appeared my movement made him mad. He pulled off.

“You stupid, stupid slut!” He flipped me around to expose my ass to him and as I made to acknowledge what he wanted to do, his hand came down hard on my ass.

Another round of pain looped through me.

“Shut the hell up!” Another smack.

“Please…”

Another smack

“Ash_” Smack!

I buried my face in the pillow to quell another cry from departing my lips, to avoid another one of the stinging spanks. My body was shaking by now. This was totally embarrassing. It betrayed every reasonable ideology of copulation, yet, as I cried there, my pussy got wetter that it dripped down my lap.

“Fucken hell!” He crooked his arm on my belly and lifted my waist up until my ass was suspended and then I felt his face down there.

I panicked at first, the act seemingly too bizarre for my liking. How could he_Fuck! Another sensation itself replaced the first, especially when his two big palms massaged my ass cheeks as he started eating my pulsating pussy.

“Arck! Ashton… yeah…” I went from crying to moaning, incapable of containing the euphoric sensation.

One of his hands came to my front and soon he was rubbing my clit not gently but also not roughly and by this time, it was as though the animal in him was fighting to come loose. Ashton was all over the place, his large grunt echoing as his finger worked me up.

Once more I was chasing that feeling, so intense that the moment his large cock found my sweltering hole and pounded into me like a mad horse on heat, it didn’t take time and I started convulsing.

My knees failed me, but Ashton grasped me tight and continued thrusting, harder and harder until he followed, his cum spewing inside me that the feeling itself caused me to release for the second time before he pulled away from me and fell on his back on the bed.

I collapse face down, deprived of every energy to move.

We remained like that, with the jagged hum of our breaths the only sound in the room.

I was starting to dose off when I heard him slid off the bed in his full glory, grabbed his trousers and began putting it on.

I opened my mouth to ask him where he was going but he shut me up as he said, “that was the driest sex I’ve ever had.” My mouth went dry in shame. “Better sleep, we have a meeting tomorrow by eight. It’s time you meet the head of the other twelve Lycan packs.”

And like that he strod off.

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