Lycan King’s Nemesis

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After a long day of meeting with the men from Asia to negotiate for a new batch of Arabian Strikers, I was worn out and mentally stressed.

It hasn’t been easy these past few days and right now, all that my body desires is a woman’s touch. The delicate care of a woman’s tender attention.

I groaned, my right hand instinctively finding it’s way to my crotch to rub mildly as the cold water splashed angrily from the shower host. As I shut my eyes without meaning to, the first person that crossed my mind was her.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My mate. Gwendolyn.

I snapped my eyes open, grunting in displeasure. Damn her! Damn that cursed creature for coming into my life to suddenly cause chaos where there used to be none. I used to be happier with my life. Alone. Without having to desire anyone in particular but the willing warmth of any woman my cock finds wet at the point of penetration.

“Arh!” I sighed, throwing my head back as a sweet hot sensation hit my nether nerves, and I increased the pace of my stroke, her face teasing me to an endless ride of delight.

However, my pleasure was short-lived as the sound of the bathroom door opening made me let go and whipped my head there to see Merit walk in. Completely naked.

My Wolf went into an uproar inside of me, knowing very well what that sight meant to me.

“Hey,” She purred, hinging her sizable hips to the side of the wall in obvious flirtation.

“Hey,” I turned off the shower, my eyes not leaving her. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?…” She crossed the distance and swung the cubicle door open to step in, her sharp hazel, drawing me in.

“Stop!” I howled inside as Fang dragged his paws through my chest. I tentatively touched there, enjoying the very sight of this woman in front of me who I know what she was doing was unacceptable, yet, I couldn’t tell her to leave.

Not when she fell on her knees right in front of me, those eyes not leaving me.

“You are a wretched lech!” Snarled Fangs. “Think of mate! Think of how much you will hurt her! Don’t do this.”

Merit hands started from my toes to trace a feathery light touch slowly towards my thighs, and then to my cock. Her lips parted to stick out her tongue and dragged her lower lips gently in and let it bounce out.

“Fuck!” I hissed as she took my flesh in her hand and started caressing it at the same time she broke eye contact with me and shifted closer until her breath was fanning the tip of my cock.

How can I resist this? It’s been a damn week! A week of playing husband to a woman I despise. A week of enduring a bond I never wanted. A week of watching the rise and fall of her ample bosom, her pink soft pouty lips while she slept, craving to take her hard like on the first night, nonetheless unable to.

Once Merit’a mouth completely covered my cock and began sucking passionately, I knew there was no holding back. “I’m sorry, Fangs. I really need this,” I told him apologetically as I stuttered on jittery feet, reaching out to grab Merit’s head and commenced pumping steadily into her mouth.

I filled her until I hit the back of her throat, slowly retreated and hit at once, enjoying watching her choke on me, hold my thighs for stability and fight to please me. “You like my cock, don’t you, dirty whore?” I was pumping harder, repeatedly, not caring that she was tapping my thighs, begging for breath.

As I looked at her, all I saw was Gwendolyn. I imagined it was her and this is me making her pay for all the mental torture I’ve been going through because of her.

“Ash_” I slammed into her mouth once more, not allowing her finish whatever she had to say.

“Say you like it, whore…” I pulled back gently and when she opened her mouth to say something with her apprehensive eyes up in a plea, I plunged in, hitting her vocals. Lud, this feels so good.

I was almost there. I could feel the powerful veins in my cock trying to survive bursting from being so hard. Yet, I wasn’t getting the satisfaction I craved.

All because of her.

“Say it, whore!” I tightened my hand on her hair that I nearly pulled away her scalp as my waist slapped into her face, producing a squishy sound from plenty saliva.

Then it was coming. Finally. I spread my legs, closing my eyes to let go, when my state of euphoria was wiped out by the rapid opening of the door.

Someone fell into the bathroom, flat on the floor.

I vaulted back, Merit falling back on the floor in the process, holding unto her chest as she coughed profusely. But my attention wasn’t on her. It was on the person lying across the ground outside the cubicle, pain written all over her face as she took rapid deep breathes.

Gwendolyn

I stepped out, shameless about my state of undress and stooped to push her to her back to look at her. But at once, she slapped my hand away and scooted away from me until her back was against the wall, still making a comeback.

It was working. She was suffering. Just as I wanted. It made me feel good. That my plan was working. I don’t even care about helping her. I wanted her to suffer more until she can’t take it and will have to grovel for my rejection.

“Why, Ashton?” She asked as she looked steadily at me, tears shimmering in her moonlight eyes.

Perhaps, I felt a tinge of guilt. Or, maybe it’s my Wolf. He was the one whimpering inside from seeing her in so much pain. It affected me too, nonetheless, I had a goal to achieve and I won’t let her manipulative words and actions get to me.

I stood up at once, wearing back my armour of wickedness. “Because I hate you, and I will not relent until I see you grovel for my rejection. So, a piece of advice, stop trying so hard to gain my attention.” I moved in the direction of the door, stopped and look back. “And stop following me about. This will be the last time you come to me without my permission.” With that, without any feeling of remorse, I slammed the door, leaving both women inside the bathroom.

A slight smile grazed my lips. I think my life is about to become more interesting.

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