by Cara Wylde
“Mmm… no,” whispered Amelia. “I want to see you.” She liked it when Seth took her from behind, but it was even more thrilling when they faced each other and she could see the adorable way his brows furrowed and his lips pursed when he came deep inside her.
Seth turned her around and captured her lips in a possessive kiss while burying his throbbing cock inside her soaked pussy again. “You’re so wet and tight… you’re driving me insane,” he whispered against her lips.
Amelia smiled and clenched her walls around him.
“Oh, don’t do that…” He stopped to catch his breath and regain control of his body. Amelia could be quite naughty and wicked sometimes, and instead of listening to him, she just did it again. He pulled out almost completely and his hand flew to the base of his cock to squeeze it gently. He massaged his sack, trying to relax and delay the impending orgasm.
Amelia used her elbows to crawl up on the bed and put some distance between them. She sighed when she felt the head of his rod slip out of her passage. She loved playing with him. His body was so responsive to her every touch, and his cock was so eager to fill her… It had been too long since they last had sex. She looked down and bit her lower lip at the sight of his strong hand wrapped around the base of his engorged member.
Seth noticed her and smiled mischievously. He guided the head to her slick folds and ran it up and down, pressing down on her clit every time he reached it. She moaned and raised her hips to meet him, only to be disappointed when he pulled back.
“How much do you want it?” he asked.
“Oh, you know how much.” She lifted her hips a few more inches, letting all her weight fall on her elbows and heels. The position was great. She could spread her legs wider and see Seth’s cock as it rubbed against her folds, the dark pink head glistening with her juices.
“I’d rather hear it from you.”
His cock slapped her clit lightly and Amelia moaned and shuddered from head to toe. “Oh, I want it. I want it so badly. This past month has been a nightmare.”
Seth looked into her eyes and positioned himself at her entrance. “Do you have any idea how many times I jerked myself thinking of you?”
She felt like her chest would burst with love and something akin to… pride? His cock started stretching her pussy inch by tantalizing inch while he kept talking.
“… thinking of your gorgeous tits…” He watched hungrily how she began massaging them, pulling at her nipples to turn them into dark, hard pebbles. “… your tight pussy… sweet lips…” He buried himself completely, moaning at how good it felt. There was no way he could last long no matter what he did. “You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me even when you’re not here. I can barely focus on anything else.”
“Oh yes, right there…” She rolled her hips and pushed against him to make sure all of him was nestled inside her.
Seth grabbed her hips, pulled out until only the head was in, then impaled her mercilessly. The quick, rough motion earned him a scream.
“That’s what I want! That’s exactly what I want! Fuck me!”
He did it again and her whole body tensed.
“Harder!”
“You’re so hot…” Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “My love, my Amelia…” He slammed inside her tight cavern again and again, increasing the pace and giving in to what his body had craved for so long.
“Seth… Yes, yes… don’t stop!” She pulled at her nipples, the slight pain bringing her closer to orgasm. She moved her right hand down her body, and when her fingers found her hard clit, she started rubbing it fast.
“So close, baby… so close…” Now Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her fingers spreading her folds, using her own juices to lubricate the sensitive nub, pulling at the skin to expose it completely to his hungry eyes. He licked his lips, wishing he could suck that small piece of flesh into his mouth as he fucked her, knowing it was physically impossible.
“Me too… Seth, harder… faster… please!” She tried to keep her eyes open and trained on his muscular chest and hard abdomen. She loved it how all his muscles tensed as he pounded her pussy. As her fingers became a blur over her clit, her stomach tightened and her walls clenched. “I’m coming… I’m coming…” She let out a long scream and came on her hand, her juices running down the base of his rod and his tight balls as they pumped thick, milky seed inside her womb.
“Oh god… oh yes…” He grunted as he coated her pussy and thrust a couple more times, until he was done. She was still rubbing her clit lazily when he came down from his height, and he couldn’t help the strong need to have a taste. He pulled out and replaced his cock with two fingers, while he lay on his stomach, his head between her legs, the tip of his tongue forcing her fingers away and attacking the sensitive nub with quick, feathery strokes.
“Mmm… I like that.” She relaxed against the pillow and allowed him to lick her and finger-fuck her into a second orgasm. Her pussy was slick with his seed, and every time his fingers dug deep inside her, they came out more coated and slippery. The sensation was maddening, heightened by the dirty sound her dripping, yet still hungry pussy made. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit and an electrifying jolt ran up her spine, exploding at the back of her brain. Her hand flew to his head, and she pushed his head flush against her folds, at the same time lifting her hips, trying to force his tongue onto that delicious spot it had just found earlier. “Yes, right there. Harder, baby…”
Seth followed her lead and he soon felt her take in a sharp breath and tremble under his ministrations, only to relax a few seconds later and release the air with a long sigh. He waited for her to ride out her orgasm, stroking her nub carefully, and massaging the inside of her pussy slowly, teasingly. He knew she would soon be ready for more, and he could already feel his cock growing at the thought of being buried in her mouth or inside her hot passage.
Amelia’s back hit the bed and she cringed when she felt the sheets stick to her sweaty skin. Then Seth decided to remove his fingers, and she laughed when she felt the wetness run out of her and soak the bed. “Yeah. I need a shower.”
Seth caressed her glistening folds, admiring his handy work for a long minute. “I never get tired of looking at you.”
“Well, I’m up here! Jerk. There’s more to me than my pussy.”
He laughed and climbed on top of her. “Oh, I know, my love. And I adore every part of you.”
Amelia’s smile froze on her lips as she lost herself in his striking purple eyes. She felt his erection pressed against her stomach, and goosebumps broke on her skin when she realized he would soon claim her again. Being with a shape-shifter was amazing. Seth could fuck her for hours, and then some more for good measure. He kissed her gently, then leaned his weight on an elbow and propped his blond, messy head on his hand. He was half lying on top of her, careful not to crush her. His other hand found her breast and cupped it possessively.
“I can’t believe the trial is tomorrow,” she said. She had been thinking about it for the past week, and the sex had only managed to distract her for a little over an hour. Now that her mind was clear, it flew to Avelyn, Max Blackmane, and their confrontation with the rogue wolves and the two earths of werefoxes.
“Yeah, we’ll probably spend the day in Roman’s room. He intends to be on the phone with one of Jonathan Redfur’s advisers until it’s over.”
“Who’s the guy? Is he trustworthy?”
“In fact, it’s a gal and she’s Redfur’s cousin. We can trust her.”
“Distant relatives, brothers, cousins… you fox-shifters really have tight communities.”
“Unfortunately, we rarely agree on the things that truly matter.” Seth sighed and squeezed Amelia’s breast. Touching her comforted him, made him believe everything would be fine in the end. If they were careful and ready for anything, there was nothing that could go wrong, right?
“It’s insane how they ended up in this situation!” Amelia shook her head in disbelief. “I mean, Av
elyn does have a unique talent at getting herself in trouble, but this is too much.”
“How come you never mentioned her before finding out about the battle at Alma Venus?”
“Oh, we weren’t that close. In fact, we kinda’ hated each other.” She chuckled. “We had different views, you see. She wanted to run away, refused to be bought by a shape-shifter, had great plans for her future… I, on the other hand, was grateful for being given a second chance.”
“A second chance…” murmured Seth.
“Hey!” She turned to look into his eyes. “I wouldn’t be here with you if it weren’t for Alma Venus.”
“Hmm… You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those assholes who…” He stopped and tried to rephrase his sentence. He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him. “You would’ve had your parents, and I don’t care if growing up with them meant we would have never met.”
“Don’t say that… Neither of us knows how destiny works…”
“We found a lead. Blake and I…”
“What are you talking about?” Since she had told them about the murder of her parents and how the two murderers were never caught, neither Seth, nor Blake had mentioned the case again.
“It’s weird, though… Weren’t they married?”
“Of course they were!” The second she said it, Amelia doubted it was true. After all, what did she know about her parents? She was too young when they died, she understood too little.
“You see… You have your father’s name.” He threw her a quick glance before continuing. He knew shifter brides rarely kept their names after they were bought or taken in by a boarding school, and even though Amelia was one of the few, he was afraid that the sound of her family name would bother her.
“Bennett. Stephen Bennett was my father’s name.”
“Yes…”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m Amelia Sylfur now.”
He tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. “Your mother didn’t have the same name.”
They were silent for a minute, then Amelia shrugged. “So what? She wasn’t Milla Bennett, she was Milla…?” She looked at him for a clue. She had never thought about it until now, but she actually didn’t know her own mother’s maiden name.
“That’s the thing. It’s just Milla. And that’s not even the weirdest piece of information we found since we started digging. We can’t trace back her life. We found everything there was to know about your dad… birth certificate, death certificate, old pictures, we even found some of his friends… but nothing about your mother. One month into this investigation, and Milla remains a mystery.”
Curiosity finally piqued, Amelia turned on her side, slipping completely from under Seth’s body. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not… I’m not following…”
“There’s nothing to follow.” He shrugged. “We’re just as confused and out of ideas, but it doesn’t matter because Blake and I are not giving up. We’ll just try a different approach, look somewhere else, think out of the box… We’ll stumble upon something eventually.”
Amelia sighed and snuggled against his broad chest. “What’s the point anyway? Even if you do find the ones who did it, that won’t change anything.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t say that. You never know what might come out of this… It’s always better to know than to live in the dark, even if it means bringing back demons you tried to bury a long time ago. Trust me, I would know.”
“How come?”
“That’s a story for another time…”
Amelia would have insisted if Seth hadn’t entered her in a quick, swift motion. She moaned and let her head drop on his shoulder, relishing the feel of his pulsing cock inside her still soaked pussy. She dug her nails into his back as he made love to her slowly, his hands running all over her body, massaging her breasts, squeezing her hips, and burying themselves in her messy hair. They felt as if they were one, their bodies moving against each other in a perfect rhythm, their hips rolling and thrusting, dancing to a song only the two of them could hear. Their eyes were locked when they came, their muscles tensing and relaxing, their lips parted to let out the long, silent moans which had been building up in their chests. Amelia sighed when she felt her pussy filled with his hot, sticky seed, and Seth let the last milky streams pump up close to the entrance of her womb. He didn’t pull out not because he was too exhausted, but because he wanted to be connected to her for as long as possible.
***
Initially, Roman Sylfur had wanted to have the meeting in his office downstairs, especially since he hadn’t used it in a while. When his brothers announced they wouldn’t miss it for the world, he grumpily changed his mind. Damon had gone back to Canada right after the mating ritual, but Sebastian, Julian, and Charles had been eagerly waiting for the Blackmanes’ trial the whole month. There was no way they would miss the updates they knew Redfur’s cousin would give Roman in real time. So, Roman plastered a big, fake smile on his face and invited his brothers to join him, Seth, Blake and Amelia in his own room. It was bigger than his office, but after half an hour of chatting and speculating about what was happening in London, it had gotten pretty stuffy.
“It’s curious that the advisers aren’t participating in the trial,” noted Sebastian. His dark, bushy eyebrows looked as if they were frozen in a frown.
“I think it’s better this way,” said Roman. “After all, Councilor Voinom’s own advisers were involved in the battle at Alma Venus. Maxwell and Karl Blackmane have a lot of explaining to do. It wouldn’t be fair for the other councilors to have their advisers by their side.”
Charles raised an eyebrow and huffed. He was leaning comfortably in an armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand. “Werewolves have always been trouble. I’m not surprised this has happened. Humans bitten and turned against their will, a bloody battle they actually thought they could cover up… It’s disgusting.”
Amelia was boiling with anger. From what Seth had told her, she understood that it hadn’t been Clan Blackmane’s fault. They were just trying to defend themselves, and Max was protecting Avelyn, his bride, and their unborn baby. She couldn’t believe Roman’s brothers could have such a terrible opinion about the wolf clan without knowing them and before hearing the whole story. She pursed her lips and swallowed hard. There was no point in arguing with them, and she was sure they wouldn’t care about what she had to say anyway. She pressed herself against Blake’s side, making sure her human scent covered the vixen’s. Blake wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist, playing the role of a very enamored husband. Seth was sitting close to Roman, his Inari. Amelia was grateful she could look at him every time she needed some encouragement.
“You forget about the fox-shifters who sided with the rogue she-wolf, brother. Don’t you think what they did was also disgusting?” Roman’s voice was low and well-measured. He didn’t need to shout to make an impact. None of his brothers said anything to that. The phone rang and Roman picked it up. “Yes.”
“If it’s Jane, then you should put her on speaker,” Julian pointed out.
As much as he hated it, Roman knew he had no choice. He would have loved to be alone with his Yako, Blake, and Amelia, the only people in this room whom he trusted. Unfortunately, being the main Inari didn’t mean he could do everything he wanted, didn’t mean he could defy his brothers, who were Inaris in their own right and ruled over their own earths of fox-shifters.
“Jane, I’m putting you on speaker.” Roman pressed the speaker button. “I’m here with Sebastian, Julian, Charles, my Yako, my son and his bride.”
“Oh… hello everyone!” Jane’s voice sounded hesitant. She probably didn’t expect such a phone conference. “The trial hasn’t begun yet, but all the parties involved are here.”
“Tell me, Jane, what’s Jonathan’s position on what has happened?” Roman didn’t have time for pleasantries or small talk.
“Just like all the other councilors, he wants to find out the tru
th. Right now, he doesn’t seem convinced by the Blackmanes’ story, although the fact that Viggo, the dragon-shifter, supports it does make him a bit reluctant. We’ll see… There will be many witnesses called at the stand.”
“Dragon-shifters are known for their loyalty and truthfulness,” whispered Blake into Amelia’s ear. “What about Jason Woodtail?” The question was addressed to Jane. “Has he been found?”
Jane hesitated for a split second, which was enough to ring the alarm bells and make Roman uncomfortable. He doubted he would like what she was about to tell them, and if he didn’t like it, then it meant his brothers would cheer at it.
“About Jason Woodtail… long story. I don’t know if I should tell you. I mean, Jonathan doesn’t even know I’m talking to you now.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?” asked Julian harshly. As the councilor’s adviser, Jane should have been honest with Jonathan and loyal to him at all times. The fact that she was doing something behind his back meant things weren’t so peachy between them. Yes, Roman had been offered the position in the Council of the Six Factions first, but he had refused it and given it to Redfur. Jane was supposed to stand by Redfur’s side.
“It’s starting,” she said quickly. “I have to go.”
“We’ll be here, Jane. Keep your eyes and ears open,” said Roman. The phone clicked on the other end, and Roman closed the connection. He looked at his brothers, then at Blake. “Well, this will take some time.”
“What the hell is happening, Roman?” asked Charles. “I thought Jane was updating us because Jonathan had asked her to.”
