Lycan King’s Nemesis

**GWEN**

My room felt foreign to me when I entered it. I stood at the door, my bag dumped on the floor, staring emptily. Or maybe the emptiness was from within. I had that ilk that my feat was in vain; one without triumph and that made me feel stupid.

I hissed, strode to my wardrobe to deposit my bag and went to sit on the bed with my hands covering my face. By now, I was certain Ashton must have heard I was back. Or sensed it.

I was ready for whatever punishment he had in store for me. All I cared about was for him to release Tyler. The young man did nothing to deserve what was done to him.

I caught his scent even before he reached my door.

Ashton.

The door bounced in and there he stood, all-powerful. And for once I allowed myself an illusion that he truly missed me. Adverse to yesterday, today he looked really awful. His cheekbones were visible and his stubbles were slightly overgrown. Black bags the size of my balled fist were designed beneath his eyelids and his entire carriage was in shambles.

Albeit, he still looked devilishly handsome.

I stood, compressing my lips in readiness. He didn’t move at all, merely stood appraising me, as if I was a phantom or he didn’t still believe I was here.

“A-are you going to continue staring at me like that?” I cleared my throat after the wording, moving my eyes to the spot behind him. “You can call the guards to apprehend me, I don’t care. All I care is that you…”

I didn’t finish before I saw my body pressed into a wall of bricks. A human-overwhelmingly-sweetsmelling wall of bricks. My eyes dilated in shock. What was going on?

“Thank you,” He purred, stroking my back. His left hand secured me right to him while his right travelled to my hair to massage deeply, the feebly attempted pack I made was gone in a flash. In all these, I was still astounded. First at his speed- which I haven’t gotten used to and secondly, the behaviour he was displaying.

He wasn’t throwing me in the dungeon?

I gathered courage, lifted my hands lying useless by my side, placed them on his vast shoulders and shoved them. Relentless.

“Shhhhh, just stay calm,” he moaned. “We need this.”

And truly I did.

I let my hands fall and relaxed into him. This was one of the things I dreamt about which I was certain was never going to come to pass. Ashton displaying any form of affection towards me. I don’t want to wake up from this one.

I shut my eyes.

I didn’t realize when he picked me up from the ground until I was floating. I snapped my eyes loose. “What are you doing? Put me down, this minute!”

He smiled. Oh, gosh, please not now.

I was hypnotized. Blinked severally and when I opened my mouth to contest another round, he dropped me on the bed, on my back. I sat up, and he dived above me, sending me back on my back.

“Stay,” He ordered, his smile gone, replaced by a look that I was familiar with. A look that if he put into action, I didn’t think I had the balls to resist. Now was my last chance to react.

“Stop,” I spoke up. “I need Tyler out.”

“I promise to attend to that, little wolf, just let me feel you.” As he spoke he was beside me, pressing into me but partially on his elbows that I didn’t feel his massive weight.

He took my hair and scrubbed it on his face, sniffing fervently. I candidly watched him, caught in the moment yet uncertain how to come in. With supernatural creatures of our kind, it was usual for things like this to occur particularly when one partner had been away for a while. But it’s mostly with people who are in love.

People who share heart interests.

Something I knew was impossible where Ashton was concerned.

He said it himself, he could easily have any woman he wanted. Why then was he so possessive of me in this manner? Why was his drive to have me this intense?

He swooped in while in my thought, his left hand grasping the back of my neck, and his now dark hungry eyes-his lycae- took me in intently.

“Mine,” He grunted and kissed me.

I moaned at the contact, all sense of decency flying through my open window. Our lips danced in protest, each of us trying to show the level of our frustrations while striving to win the implicit combat.

I sat up with him, my lips thrusting as my fingers latched around his neck and deepened the contact. He also dragged me closer by my neck, fitting my body into his so that my lungs would soon start aching with lack of breath.

When I gasped for air, his tongue was down my throat, teasing, tasting, thrusting and claiming. This might be the longest and thickest kiss we have yet to have since the inception of our marriage.

I didn’t notice his finger go behind me and unzipped my gown until it wobbled at my shoulders, and sagged down demanding I shook it off. That left me in my black bra.

He tore his lips away and as he was slipping out of the bed, he was taking me with him.

He made me step out of my dress, only in my drawers and bralette before he took my waist and draped me over the wall for another round. He kissed my neck, massaged my bottom cheeks and trailed light kisses from my mouth to my neck.

When he began descending, my bra reached the floor first and Ashton grinned, stopping in front of my two babies to tease them with his fingers. I purred like a cat, searching for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” He questioned me, and I nodded.

He shook his head and pinched a nipple. I cried out. “I need words.”

“Yes!” I arched my back.

He flipped his thumb back and forth on my nipple it ached so badly, needing his mouth surrounding them. “Yes, what?”

“Ash_”

“Tell me what you want, little wolf.” He began blowing them, that sent me to the edge.

“Fuck, I need you to suck on them, damn it,” I admitted, clutching my hair into my hands to pull back in frustration.

He granted my wish, his lips first locking on the right like a babe and sucking passionately. I was shaking, only still standing due to the support his hand was giving me. He was on his knees as he sucked from one breast to the other, intermittently massaging while at it.

Soon, his left traced a faint line down my belly button to my pelvic region, stroking back and forth but not making any attempt to go lower.

I ground my waist, relating an unspoken message of what I needed.

When I peered through clouded vision, he was looking at me, a hint of a knowing smile on his face. I didn’t care that the smile somewhat connoted his victory. Yes, he won and so what? I needed him and that was all that mattered. He could say whatever he wanted, and as far as he drove me to the height of pleasure my body yearned for, I was fine with that.

I landed on the chair and his hands clasped around my pants, pulling down my legs to leave me more exposed.

And my mate was still fully clothed.

“Relax, baby, I’m going to make sure your body’s fully sated,” He croaked hoarsely, adjusting on his knees with his arms nudging my legs apart.

My pink pussy displayed to him and made me feel awkward, but he didn’t loosen his hold as he intently took it in. When his lips touched there, I bulked and sat up forcefully with a loud moan.

“Yes, Ashton, I’m about to cum.” My waist was grinding faster now, my hands holding his head prisoner to my core. His tongue continuously flicked my clitoris, and that euphoric feeling built so fast I could burst.

When it came, I didn’t hesitate to let go, squirting my anger, my frustration and all the pain I had been holding into his face. And it didn’t surprise me when he took it all in. He licked me clean before he stood and lifted me up, replacing me on the couch and gently positioning me on his lap. His cock was hard rock I felt it would break if I mistakenly sat on it.

Instinctively, my hand went there and touched him. He groaned and took my hand, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked, “I want to feel you too.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yeah,” I shook his hand off. “I want to suck you… please.”

We maintained eye contact for some time until he eventually agreed and relaxed back.

I slid off him to my knees facing him and began unassembling his total ensemble, one after the other…

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