by C Y Jones
“Do you remember the rules from last time, my love?”
“Yes,” I answer, growing wetter, remembering the last time we were in this position. I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said so.
When he says, “same rules apply,” that’s the only warning I get before he grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders and dives in. Ethan devours my pussy like a starving man. His tongue is down right magical as he licks and taste me. It feels so good, and I tightly grip the sheets not able help the incoherent noises coming from my mouth. I know I’m being loud, and probably close to waking the whole house, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. In and out, his rough tongue fucked my sensitive folds, moving me closer and closer to sated bliss. Just like before, I could barely keep myself from cuming. I’m close to the edge, more than happy to jump off. Ethan knows my body very well, and everytime I’d get close, he would pull back, leaving me frustrated. When he does it again I growl loudly, and he chuckles against my overheated skin.
“Patience, princess,” he chastises before sucking my pearl nub between his perfect lips. I start to bulk my hips to meet his tongue, and he grips my legs tighter, holding me still as he increases his torturous efforts on my clit.
“So sweet. I wonder how many licks does it take to make my naughty wolf cum?” He taunts, changing the words in the old Tootsie Pop commercial while he adds his finger to my clit, furiously rubbing my nub in tandem with his tongue. Both move in and out my pussy, and I completely lose my tedious composure. Turning my hands to claws, I shred the sheets to ribbons. When the pressure gets too much, I cry out his name, and he takes pity on me and growls, “cum,” and I shatter into a million pieces in his mouth. My body instantly turns to jelly, having had one of the most intense orgasms in my life, but Ethan is far from done.
After sucking up my juices, he sits up long enough to remove his jeans and briefs, and throws them on the floor. Pulling me to him, he bends my legs gently. positioning them how he wants them as he stares deep into my eyes. He’s issuing a challenge in bed and this is the only thing my wolf will yield to him. Pulling me to him, he lines himself up with my throbbing pussy.
“I love you,” he whispers before entering me all the way to the hilt, making me scream. My greedy cunt happily accommodates him, and easily takes him in having been warmed up by his magic tongue. Pulling out, he slams back into me before he starts a fast, frantic pace pounding into my body. His careful demeanor is long gone, and the beast that he so carefully holds in has been unleashed, and I love every fucking minute of it. Uncaged Ethan is beautiful, and as he pounds in and out my small body, I’m transfixed by the beauty that is him.
“Fuck, Ethan,” I moan as I rotate my hips to meet his thrusts.
“Shit, Aspen you’re so tight, so fucking tight. You’re mine,” he babbles on incoherently over his own caveman growls, while driving his glorious cock deeper than before, assaulting my g-spot and showing me that I do indeed belong to him. In the back of my mind, I think Ethan is way too good at this, but quickly I dismiss the thought. No matter his past, he’s mine now and that will never change. Again I can feel my orgasim building, begging to be let loose. With a knowing grin, Ethan wraps his arm tightly around my waist and flips us until I’m on all fours and he’s behind me, still seated deep in my pussy. Wrapping my hair in his fist, he pulls until my neck and back arches and he continues his frantic pace. He drives in and out of me with no intention of stopping. He’s on a roll, having been past go, not even caring to stop to collect his two hundred dollars, and I’m enjoying the ride as we go around the board, ride or die I’m his. With a roar he yells, “cum,” and we both fall apart at the same time. Together we fall onto the bed in a sweaty heap and Ethan rolls off me, pulling me to his sweaty chest.
“I love you more,” is the last thing I say before I fall into oblivion.
7
Aspen
I wake to a glorious ache between my legs, and I smile when I think about where it came from.
“Good morning, love,” Ethan says pulling me closer.
Turning, I stare into his beautiful blue-grey eyes and he holds my gaze. Impressive since I’m the Alpha wolf out of us.
“Morning,” I reply with a growl and straddle him, pinning him to the bed. My wolf may have let him have his way with us last night, but now she wants to show her dominance. I can feel my eyes glowing as I take in his beautiful naked body. The solid muscle and the dips and ridges of his glorious abs, the happy trail of blonde hair leading to his delectable V, and his very large, very hard dick. Ethan is truly a work of art made just for me. Bending lower, I take his mouth in mine, devouring him like he did me. His already hard dick gets harder, and I sit up on my knees so I could lower myself on him. Once I’m fully seated, we both groan, filling the quiet room with our moans. I’m the one in charge now, and I ride Ethan like an exotic dancer, twisting and swiveling my hips like a pro. Because this is Ethan, he can’t help grabbing my hips and bucking his own body, meeting me and ready to take back control, but I don’t let him. I continue to ride him at my own pace and soon we both find completion together, him filling my womb and me screaming his name.
“Maybe we should get up,” Ethan says as he softly runs his finger up and down my spine.
“Why?” I answer, content to stay lying in his arms. We’ve been fucking like rabbits all morning, neither one of us bothering to go downstairs for breakfeast, nor has anyone bothered to bring our food to our room, or if they did they decided not to bother us.
“We can’t stay in bed all day,” he laughs.
“That sounds like a great plan to me,” I reply, smiling, and as if the others could hear our conversation, someone knocks on my door. “Bloody hell,” I mutter. Stomping out of bed, I grab my silk robe from the hook on my closet and yank the dook open. “What?” I growl at Trevor, my ever faithful guard.
“Your father wants you to get dressed for your lunch date,” he answers, looking uncomfortably at the ground. He starts to shuffle his feet and I kind of feel bad for him.
While I’ve been in my sex bubble with Ethan, I forgot all about my father’s parting words about a lunch date with the Alpha he was trying to sell me off to. I’m tempted to tell Trevor to fuck off, but I know that won’t end well for me or Ethan. I have him to look out for now, so I can’t be reckless with my mouth. I need us both to survive this.
“Fine,” I huff.
“Here,” he says, handing me the garment bag I just now notice he has hung over his shoulder. Taking the bag from him, I nod politely before slamming the door in his face.
“What’s that?” Ethan ask as I set the garment bag on the bed.
“A present from dad. No doubt it’s another dress with enough fabric to cover my marks.”
When I pull the zipper down, I hiss at the atrocity that had the nerve to be called a dress. Whoever the designer is should be shot. Like I thought, it would completely cover my entire body, more like swallow me up. It has enough fabric to keep the whole state warm. I’ve never seen anything like it, and that’s not a compliment. It starts in a turtleneck style that flows in ruffles past my hips all the way to the floor. It’s unflattering, and just plain ugly, and no way in hell was I wearing such a thing, consequences be damned. When I look over at Ethan I could tell he was trying not to laugh, and I narrow my eyes at him. Chucking the dress out in the hall, I carelessly wave my hand, and a ball of flame shoots from my palm and lands on the dress, engulfing it in flames. Slamming the door shut, I barely hear Trevor curse, and his frantic movements. He can put the flames out himself. Serves him right for bringing the ugly thing up here.
“Dramatic much,” Ethan says, chuckling, and I just shrug.
“Want to take a shower with me?” I answer instead, and he quickly stops laughing, gathers me up in his arms, and practically runs into the bathroom.
We end up taking a very long shower since we both found ways to get dirty over and over again. I’ll never get enough of Ethan’s body. No matter how long I l
ive, I will always want him. I was starting to turn into a nymphomaniac, and I couldn’t find it in me to care. Fuck rehab. I’ll take my mate’s dick sinking into me as medicine any day. Have I traded one addiction for another? Do I even care? No, no I do not.
Because the guards took Ethan's bag from him and never brought it back, he had to put on the same clothes from yesterday sans underwear. My wolf and I like the fact that he’s going commando, but I’m going to have to see about getting him fresh clothes. His shirt has dirt and dried blood stains from himself and the wolves he fought yesterday, and I could tell he’s uncomfortable. Maybe I can get Trevor to find him some clothes.
Since I’ve already burnt the dress my father expected me to wear, there’s no point in going halfass now, so I decided to piss him off even further and donned a tight halter top and a flowy skirt and ankle boots. The outfit was cute and most importantly left every mark of mine on display. I’m not trying to impress my date, in fact it was the total opposite response I’m trying to achieve, so I don't bother with putting on any make-up or do anything special with my hair. Instead, I combed through the tangles, and piled it in a messy bun on top of my head.
“You look beautiful,” Ethan says, and I smile at his compliment until I remember why I’m dressed up in the first place.
“I’m scared,” I admit. “I remember that man, and I don’t want to go anywhere near him. He’s bad news Ethan, I can tell.”
“I’m sorry, love,” he says, palming my cheeks in his big hands and staring intensely in my eyes. “I wish I could protect you from this, but you’re stronger than that man and your father. Never forget that.”
I wish I could stay in his arms, but our tender moment is ruined by a knock at the door. Sighing, I step away from Ethan and open the door for Trevor. This time he’s carrying a tray of food for Ethan I suspect, since I’m going out. Stepping inside, he lays the tray on the table in my sitting area and looks me over slowly from head to toe which makes Ethan growls. Wolves are very possessive, especially newly mated ones. It’s common knowledge to stay away from newly mated mates for at least a week, or so I’ve heard.
“Relax man,” Trevor says, holding his arms up. “I mean no disrespect.”
“Then don’t look at my mate and we won’t have any problems,” Ethan says, still growling. He’s seconds away from letting his wolf loose.
“I didn’t want to believe her when she said she has three mates. I saw one of the marks and still stayed in denial, but now I can’t. I can smell the two of you on each other, and I’m so fucking sorry you’re going through this,” Trevor says, lowering his eyes, and Ethan calms just a fraction.
I don’t know what to say. It’s not like I haven’t been telling Trevor this since I’ve decided to talk to him. Lecturing him about following along with the orders of a madman, but lucky for me I don’t have to say anything. Ethan is the one to take care of that with his next words.
“What matters now is what you plan to do about it. Will you still stand by and blindly follow orders, or are you prepared to help fix the problem?”
“What do you need me to do?” Trevor asks.
“When the time is right, help us break free,” Ethan answers, raising his brow.
Trevor isn’t as shocked by Ethan’s answer as I am. Sure I was thinking of something along those lines, but I never thought to actually ask him. Maybe Trevor isn’t as brainwashed as the rest of the wolves that work for my father, but it’s asking a lot for a wolf to go against their Alpha. Him and his mate wouldn’t be welcomed back here and will forever be known as traitors.
“I’ll help you,” he nods, “and if you decide to take this pack from your father and become our new Alpha, I’ll support you,” he replies, looking me straight in the eye long enough for it to be appropriate before moving his gaze to my nose.
“I don’t know what to say,” I finally reply when I find my voice.
“Don’t say anything. Come, your father is waiting in the study with the Alpha from the Bloodmoon pack. He’s not the kind of wolf that should be kept waiting.”
Quickly, I kiss Ethan on the lips and follow Trevor out the room. Maybe after he sees my marks he’ll not want to go anywhere. Hopefully cursing my father on his way out the door.
“You need to be careful, Aspen. The Alpha from Bloodmoon is not a good man. He’s known for his cruelty and his pack treats their females like second class citizens, no better than slaves,” Trevor warns.
“And this is the sort my father sets me up with,” I spit out.
“You father is just as terrified of him as I’m sure you’re are.”
We don’t say anything else on the way to the study. The walls have ears and just because Trevor is on my side doesn’t mean anyone else here is. When we enter my father’s study, it's like I’m transported into a little kid again. The same fear I felt when I was a kid rushes back to me with a vengeance as I stare as the Bloodmoon’s Alpha snarling face. He looks exactly the same as he did when I first saw him when I was hiding in the closet of my father’s office. He’s muscular with a bulky frame packed with muscles. Hell, his muscles have muscles, his hair is as black as oil and cut short. Despite being older, he’s very handsome, but the scar running down from his eyebrow to cheek gives him a dangerous allure, hinting at his true nature. He exudes violence, and I want nothing more than to tuck tail, and run back to my room into Ethan arms. His cold grey eyes meet mine before taking a slow trail down my body. With each and everyone of my mating marks he takes in, his jaw would twitch, the only indication that they bother him. His face was so expressionless I wouldn’t be surprised if someone told me his veins pumped stone instead of blood.
“What the bloody hell do you have on?” My father shouts as he rushes over to me and painfully grabs my arm.
“Clothes, what does it look like?” I answer sarcastically. I will not back down, definitely not in front of the dangerous wolf across from me. My father isn’t the threat here, he is.
“This is not what I had brought up for you to wear,” my father snarls, squeezing my arm tighter. No doubt there will be bruises.
“Let her go,” the creepy Alpha says calmly, but you can still hear the threat in his voice.
Giving me a disgusted look, my father releases me and stalks away to the other side of the room, like being close to me was too much of a temptation.
“I’m curious,” the stranger says. “What did your father originally want you to wear and what happened to it?”
“An ugly arse dress that covered me from head to toe, and I burned it,” I answer without wavering my gaze from his cold stare.
“I’m sure the purpose of the dress was to hide the mating marks you have all over your body. What the hell Dante? You owe me a mate, not used goods,” he growls.
“There was a little problem when her mother ran off with her. When I got her back it was already too late, but the mating isn’t fully complete,” dad quickly adds, and I glare at the arsehole that I share blood with.
“This is more than a little problem. I can still smell one of them on her strongly. You haven’t stopped her from being with them. I’m the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the world. Give me one good reason why I should accept someone’s sloppy seconds,” he shouts, and I bristle at the insult. Sure this is exactly what I wanted to happen, but I can do without the insults.
“Not only is she a True Alpha, but she has special abilities over fire and water. Think of how powerful of a litter she could birth for you,” my father answers, and my anger quickly turns back to my father.
“You’re a bloody arsehole. I’m your daughter and here you are selling me off like cattle,” I spit out through my anger.
“You could always gag her. Like her mother, she has a smart mouth, but you only need her pussy to get the strong offspring you want,” my father says crudely, not at all bothered by my outburst or that he’s talking about my vag.
The hairs from my wolf start to sprout on my arms, and I’m mere seconds aw
ay from lunging for my father’s throat. The creepy Alpha still has yet to say anything else. Instead he’s staring at my shaking body, and the peppering of my wolf hairs sprouting in and out on my arms while he comes to a decision. When I gaze up into his eyes challenging him, a wicked smile graces his full lips and he turns back to my father.
“I’ll take her for the day and bring her back tomorrow with my decision,” he says, and I glance back over at him dumb struck.
“What the fuck? I’m not going anywhere with you,” I yell.
Quicker than any wolf should be able to move in human form, he’s in front of me, grabbing my chin in a painful grip. “I suggest you be quiet, little wolf, and do as you’re told. I would hate to break anything on this pretty face of yours. Your father is right. I don’t need your mouth to get what I want.” With that he releases me just as quickly, and I drop my gaze as all the fight leaves me. I’m not stupid enough to ignore his threat, but no way in hell will he ever have me. I will just bide my time until my mates get me out of this mess.
“Remember to be good, daughter. Keep in mind I have someone I’m sure you’d want kept safe while you’re away,” dad says with an evil smirk on his face.
How did I not know how much of a evil fuck my father really is? My mother knew all along she was going to bed with the devil. How could I have been so blind? As a child, I always made excuses for him not loving me as much as a father should. I always thought it was his disappointment over not having a male heir, but I was wrong. I never had a chance. My father has always been, and will always be, a certifiably insane, selfish, arsehole. But regardless of his warning, I could not help myself when I walk over to my father with fire blazing in my eyes and I growl, “hurt even one hair on Ethan’s head and you’ll wish I was never born. I’ll not rest until I burn this whole pack to the ground starting with you.”
“We will see you tomorrow,” creepy Alpha says, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the room. Ethan standing sadly on the staircase is the last thing I see before I’m practically dragged out the front door.
