Lycan King’s Nemesis

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“Yes. Exactly like that, my little whore.” I pumped steadily into her mouth, relishing every moment of watching her plump lips wrapped around my cock and struggling to please me.

I see it in her eyes. In her actions. In every of her body movement.

Since last night she hasn’t been herself and I know why. It all amounted to what I said last night after our passionate lovemaking even if I didn’t mean it.

This she-wolf wasn’t like any I have ever met. Not even the sly she-devil I was involved with in the past. This one had a lot of passion to give. She had love. It was there trying to suffocate my every move to break her.

I had intentionally brought her to the meeting with me today because I knew the people were going to choke her with unconventional questions. I have been avoiding those questions myself and had used her as a shield. And forgive me, also as a means of further threatening her.

“Fuck!” I groaned as my release approached. I tightened my right hand on her hair and tugged as I increased the speed of my thrust. The visible veins around my cock were protruding right now, threatening to burst if I don’t offload the monsters searing closer. “Yes! Yes!” I trembled, the weight of my orgasm sizzling through in such a way that I saw stars shooting in my vision and everything within blurred into grey nothingness.

It was like never before.

Slowly, I stepped back, my hands letting go of my mate who heaved a restrained sigh and fell back on her hunch, looking ghastly.

My ass touched the edge of the table behind me and I relaxed there to catch my breathe. It was then the realization of everything that just happened began flooding back.

I closed my eyes and reached out to comb my fingers through my hair in incredulity. What is going on with me? “You have to leave.” I said calmly, trying to hide the disgust in my voice.

“Ashton.”

“Now.” I didn’t want to see her face. If I did, I might lose the control over my wolf and jump her once more. Fuck!

“I just want us to talk… like adults. Please…” She used that voice. The voice I despised most. It was manipulative. Just like her. Emma. They are the same. No difference.

“Get the fuck out!”

Her body shuddered, and then she stood and scurried out, brushing her hands through her rumpled gown. She looked just the way I wanted her to. Well-ravished.

I shook my head. It was happening all over again. I was losing my guard over a werewolf again. I was being foolish.

I was supposed to be mean, insensitive and brutal to her. Only taking but never giving. I was supposed to be keeping to my word of making her life miserable. Sending her in the direction of madness until she can take no more and give up, falling on her knees before me to beg for my rejection.

By then, I will send her back to her people to inform them that I, Ashton, King of the chronicles, had the last laugh.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

So, why am I falling for her manipulations? Why am I finding myself relishing how she responds to my touches? Her purr, her moan, her tremble, her fears, and the smell of her wetness each time I jump her? I think I am_

“Ashton!”

I jerked, flashing my eyes towards the door to snap at whoever dared to interrupt me. It was Williams. Of course, only him would dare call my name like that. “What?”

“I have called you five times, five good times and you were far away in your head that you didn’t hear me.” He closed the door completely and took a step closer. “What is the problem?”

“How did you find me?” I rolled my eyes at my own question, already knowing the answer.

He replicated my act, crossing his warrior arms in front of him as he jabbed his head my way. “How else, if not your scent? As if it can be easily concealed.”

I pushed off the table and adjusted the holds of my trouser in shame that he knew what I just did. “I just wanted to be left alone.”

“With your mate?”

I gritted my teeth. The son of a bitch knows. “So, you saw her, so what?”

“I didn’t see her. I smell her scent over the place which means she had been here.” His brow arched in the air, his nose stuck up. “Mind explaining what is going on?”

“Like hell,” I sneered, planning to leave and go about my business. I have to check on the horses to make sure they have been fed the proper quantity of their hay today.

I already passed him when his voice stopped me in my tracks. “I think you should think properly about whatever you are doing, mate. I know you are mad at what Emma did to you… and I also think Gwen is different. She is… dedicated.”

“Emma was.”

“Yet, she never showed up on your ritual day.”

“Williams…”

“Emma was a cowardice. And if you tell me you still love her after these years, I will say you are a coward. And I say it as a friend, not your Beta.”

“I don’t fucken love her anymore!”

“Nonetheless, you still carry the burden of her betrayal in your chest that you have failed to see how you are afflicting another badly with your heartache.”

“I hate her.”

“And yet, you fuck her.”

“Williams,” I took my time to face him, very close that our breath was on each other faces. “What I do with my mate is none of your business.” I jabbed my finger into his chest. “As long as I live, I will make her pay for forcing her way into my life. Besides, if we have to produce an heir soon, we have to be active.”

The corners of his lips pushed to the side impishly as his hand extended to touch my left shoulder, holding my gaze. “Again I am going to say this, Ashton. Don’t be the reason you remain in the endless pit of wretchedness. Life is too short to live punishing yourself over worthless things when you can very well live. Happily. Gwen has so much to offer and accepts all your unkind attitudes with a touch of patience. Don’t lose her as a result of your foolishness.” He stepped back, bowed and sauntered out of the room.

I stood there, watching the shut door, heaving steadily in renewed anger. He was right. I am the very cause of my prolonged misery. I have continued to harbour this pain from ten years ago, refusing to let it slide. Refusing to accept that my chosen mate left me. Dumped me at the altar and doesn’t deserve any more of this pain.

And that is the very reason I am even going to make Gwendolyn pay. She must pay dearly for this unhappiness occupying a large part of me.

This unforgiveness in my heart that no matter how much I want to let go, had refused to budge. It would be unfair that I hurt alone. Someone had to hurt with me.

And that is where my little wolf comes in.

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