Lycan King’s Nemesis

“Ashton?” I exclaimed as I was roughly awoken by my growling mate, his long canines pointy as he scowled at me. Even in the darkness the distinct lethal spark shooting through his now ethereal orbs doesn’t escape me.

I looked around the bed in confusion. What did I do now?

“Come here!” He commanded as he wandered to the black dais by the hearth to fall plush on and wagged me to him. I looked back as if expecting someone else to emerge from behind me but when I faced him again, he was still fixed on me, his head down in a predatory manner.

I gulped down heavily. Did I do or say something in my sleep?

“Don’t waste my time, woman!” He lashed out at me, sitting up from the chair with his two hands by the armrest. I cowered and scurried off the bed to the edge to go to him.

“On your knees.” He brisked, his eyes not faltering from me. “Don’t make me say it again.”

I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. Raking my head to recollect what happened before I went to sleep or during it. Of course, nothing came to mind. Its not like I have some power of knowing what happens in my unconscious state. So, to avoid any unnecessary squabble, my knees connected with the rug, reaching down to grasp the hem of my nightwear.

Ashton was still regarding me. He started from the crown of my hair to trail his eyes slowly down to my bosom and lower until he reached the point my knees touched the Mahogany wood red rugs and he looked up and appraised me the more.

There was something else in his eyes now. It was always there but today, it seemed to have more significance.

Repulsion.

But why?

If anything, I should be the one who should be repulsed by his behaviour during dinner. He embarrassed me before the new guy and his elders. Yet, here he was snarling down at me.

“How many men have you been with before I met you, Gwendolyn?” Ashton asked in the gentlest yet daring voice possible.

“Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes at him in askance. How dare he ask me such a degrading question when he had not-so-kindly taken my virginity on our wedding night?

Swiftly his face tilted in my direction until our breath mingled as he grunted. “When I ask you a question, you fucken answer me!”

“I-I-have been wi-with no man but you,” I stuttered, my eyes not leaving his face.

He further inclined his head to the side-heaving audibly-as though he didn’t believe me. Where is all this coming from?

I sharply looked down at my ground, the first thing my eyes fell on being the bracelet. Without thinking, I let my hands move backwards despite knowing there was no way he would know who the bracelet came from.

He sat up, and relaxed back. “It’s time to carry out your duties as a submissive wife to me.” He shifted his waist upwards to my face.

I was aghast. Does he even listen to the words that emit from his mouth? It’s time to play my dut-do I look like his fucken slave or something? As much as my body craved him. I won’t allow him take advantage of that to enslave me. “I-I’m not in the mood, Ashton.” I fell on my hunch, pouting my lips defiantly.

“It’s not about what you want, little wolf. I am the King and what I say is_”

“And I am the Queen, Ashton. I am your fucken Queen. You married me before your-your priest. Do you remember or do you need a rain check?” I couldn’t catch my breath.

His chest rumbled with a disapproving groan. “You have grown wings.”

“You have to respect me.” I vented, not allowing him win this time. “I am not your slave. If you need a slave, you get one.”

“We have to produce an heir.”

“Then, let’s go over to the bed and do what parents do to produce pups.” I made to stand up.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Gwendolyn.” He spat and grabbed my right arm. I shuddered vigorously. I’m sure he saw it. “I forgave you for embarrassing me before my elders this evening and now…” his eyes danced in their sockets from the glow of the moon cascading into the room from the open windows. It gave the side of his face a shadowy sheen as he skimmed me. “You are a whore… I always knew it. There is no way in hell you could have been perfect.”

“You took my virginity!” I cried, tugging at my arm which he held captive.

“This won’t work on me,” he used his other hand to begin unbuttoning his slacks. “You can’t whore for other men and deprive me of my right.” He tugged forcefully and I fell over, grasping his lap for support. “I need you to suck me off, and you will be a good wife and do your duties. And don’t make me repeat myself, little wolf or you will regret it.”

My chest was rising and falling from rage and so was his. While mine was from apprehension, I didn’t know what his was from. “I-I am sick, Ashton.” I commenced dragging his slack down his lap, my burning eyes pleading with him.

I needed him but not like this. He was mad about something I don’t know, but this was not the way to settle it. “Let’s talk about whatever it is.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

It appeared he was impatient and the next thing, he slapped away my hands and finished removing his pant. The next was his mini brief which he pushed down to release his huge cock that bounced out straight at my face.

I swallowed.

Instantly my body came alive…

He fastened his hand around my right hand and tugged me forward until I was holding him and began stroking himself, back and forth.

I opened my mouth to protest but the rocky feel of him against my bare hand did crazy things to my head and before I knew it, I lifted my eyes to look at him and forgot what I wanted to say.

Those eyes.

Those eyes that looked lethal were now vulnerable as he took ragged breaths repeatedly, increasing the strokes of my hand on him. I looked at his pulsating manhood and glanced back at his eyes. My legs drew together tightly as I felt my pussy churning with hunger.

“Suck me off, little wolf…” Ashton beckoned huskily, taking my other hand to join the first. “Mmm, yeah

.. like that.” He became rougher. Damn, at that point I was possessed by something alien. I desired to please him. To give him satisfaction. I wanted to make him happy, hoping he would return the favour.

I lurched forth and took over. My lips docked on the tip of his cock and licked like the little whore he called me. I repeated it over and over and Ashton fell backwards covering his face. I was relishing in this.

I grabbed his root and tightened my hold as my hungry tongue took a swirl upwards and travelled downward. When I drove up once more, it was to capture him and suck him in, hence proceeding to shove him down my throat until I gagged and then I lifted up to moan. All this while I was massaging his root, but stopped to take his balls and kissed them.

“Oh, Goddess, who taught you that, my little wolf? Fuck, yea! I like that. I fucke…” he gasped as he sat up abruptly, nudged me backwards and grabbed my neck. His eyes were staunch black. Must be his wolf trying to take control of him. “You are such a little whore, you know that?”

I nodded. For him. If it makes him happy to call me that.

“Say it.”

I choked, opened my mouth but nothing came out.

“Say it, little whore.” His fingers became tauter.

“I-” I tapped his hands around my neck and held them with my two hands. “I-I am your little whore.”

“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now you will act like my little whore, little wolf.” He breathed and in a flash ripped the front of my nightwear to expose the white flesh of my bosom to him. “Look at those nipples. You want me to touch them, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I declared too quickly, meaning it. My breasts ached, but mostly my nipples. They were so hard as a rock and needed more than just his touch. “Please…”

“Then, please me.” He gripped the remaining part of the lingerie and tore it off me. I was now stark naked.

He was smiling devilishly as he drew me closer by my neck and jerked me in the direction of his standing cock where his thumb gently pushed my lips apart and shoved him into my mouth.

That was the only feeling I knew for the next five minutes. Mouth-fucking my mate’s junk.

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