Lycan King’s Nemesis

**GWEN***

“Fuck, little wolf.” Ashton’s hand clasped around a junk of my hair, holding it against him as he thrust into my open mouth. “Yes, baby, just like that… Arh!” He went faster.

I wanted to be in control, despite not knowing the details about these things. I was still learning and I needed it to be pleasing for him. If he was moaning that meant I was doing it right, yeah? At this point, I was literally choking and my lungs lacked sufficient air.

“Almost there, almost there, baby.” He was thrusting and panting and I took it all in, happily.

Gone was the initial rage I came in with, here I was striving to please the same man I came to make pay for throwing my best friend in prison and forcing me back here.

My finger located my clitoris and worked on it whilst still pleasuring him. I was stroking myself, that former sensation building again. I craved to cum, but I needed to do it with him.

Ashton let out a thunderous groan and spiked his seed up my throat, holding my head firmly down that I had to gulp it down. It didn’t taste as awful as I imagined it.

Instead, somehow, it was salty and delicious.

Possibly because it was my mate’s seed.

“That was amazing, little wolf,” he rasped. “Come here.” He helped me up back to his lap. I splayed across his chest and pressed lower until I was hugging him. “I missed you so much.”

Goodness, if after all these ended up being a dream, I wonder how I was going to survive this round.

“Next time you want to be rebellious, please do it within these walls,” he continued lowly. “You can hate me, do whatever you like to show your outrage towards me but please never leave again.” What is going on? Was this the man who wanted me gone by all means? The same man who has been doing everything possible to make my life miserable who is sitting here begging me not to leave again?

I eased back to peek at him. He groaned like I physically hurt him.

I pursed my lips, realizing I had triggered the hard nerves behind me. It was still hard and poking at my ass.

He started laughing.

I zoned out.

Okay, Ashton smiled on rare occasions. But laughing, that was something I have never ever seen him do.

And if you think Ashton was gorgeous smiling, then you have no idea how he looked laughing.

Gosh, this was too much for me.

I made to stand, his hands grasped around my hips and held me back. “What?” He asked. “Did I do something wrong now?”

“Nothing.” I was shaking my head and trying not to peer at him. “I-I just need to breathe. This is too much.”

“Hey.” He took my cheeks between his palms and angled to face him. His blues danced, cheerfully. “It’s fine. I’ve already mind-linked the Deltas to set Tyler free. You see, we have the entire time to ourselves.”

“What changed?” I had to ask, confounded.

He simply stared, lowering his gaze.

“I’m confused about you right now, Ashton. You need to tell me what changed. I-I can’t be sure you won’t turn the monster from before and try to maul me once this is over. Who knows, perhaps, you are trying to make me comfortable and then strike at me.”

“I will never do that.” His eyes held honesty, but I have been through a lot with him I didn’t know if to trust him. “I am messed up, Gwen… I might not be the prince charming you desire but you said you were willing to try with me… You wanted me to give us a chance.”

“Well, that was before.” I quickly inserted.

His eyes narrowed. “That was before? What of now? You no longer love me? Wait, are you in love with Tyler?”

That was it? I made to move and when he refused to let go, I began fighting him, struggling to leave his arms. “You are an insufferable bastard! I knew this was too good to be true.”

“Wait, Gwendolyn!” He ordered. “It’s just a mere question.”

“Back to where we came from, huh?” I paused to ask. “You accuse me of things I never did just because you want to justify your wickedness to me. What of your mistress? Is she still under this roof?”

“I told you she is not my mistress and yes, Merit is still here.”

“Then what are you talking about?” I inquired in laughter. “You are a clown.”

“I am your husband and mate.”

“The only reason I came back here was because of Tyler. Because I couldn’t bear the guilt of sleeping with him in the dungeons. If not I will never listen to a lying male like you.”

“I am lying?” He said close to my face. “You say I lie then why is it that when I touch you, you tremble in my arms?”

“That is different!” I resumed my struggle. He closed my two arms steadily making my efforts vain.

He laughed in mockery. “You lie to yourself and then you turn around to call me the liar. Every word I have said to you I have never cloned. I messed up and I admitted it, why won’t you believe me?”

“Because she is here, Ashton. Until you have your mistress out from here, fire all those guards who dared disobey me, I will never trust you.”

He halted, his eyes piercing at me as he gaped hard, in a challenge. That was my condition. Even if I doubted he would grant me those, I didn’t budge. It’s up to him to try to gain my trust if it means something to him.

“Fine, I will do it.” He said.

“What?” I gasped in disbelief. “You will ask her to leave? You will fire them?”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Granted. If that is what you want. If it will make you trust me.”

It was my turn to gape, open-mouthed.

“Now, can we have a little truce even if for today, Mrs Mcgregor?” I blushed. It was not often I was addressed like that. In fact, I often forget I now bear his surname.

“Cool,” I shoved my hand his way to seal the deal. He took it and we shook to it.

“Since we have an agreement, I believe in one mind we can agree that this man down here,” he nodded to his cock, “and this lady down there,” he referred to my pussy, “have an agreement to fulfil.”

I was about to protest when he lifted me up and in one thrust drove into me. Words died in my mouth substituted by an audible cry. I held his shoulders as he adjusted on the couch with his hands still wounded about my waist and began pounding into me.

My head fell back, my hip riding up and coming down hard. I was floating in space, every protesting part of me yielding to him to relish in the present bliss.

Ashton and I were like two rough roads, it was with time I would learn that in order for these roads to meet, there were going to be a great deal of compromises to be made. It didn’t matter who made it, what mattered was he was accepting his wrong and perhaps, in moments like this, I was willing to give him a chance.

Sometime later, I laid in bed in his arms thinking how we ended up here. I was tired and needed to go and see Abby but my body was telling a different story.

“We are going to have a ball,” Ashton whispered behind me. “Mother would be coming.”

I snapped about, my eyes like saucers. “Your mother is coming?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” He reached out to stroke a finger down my face. “She informed me two days ago.”

“That’s… good.”

“Maybe for you, but definitely not for me. She said she wanted to precede over the entire preparation. I guess she isn’t fully ready to get used to the fact that she now has a replacement in that area.”

“It would be a great idea if you ask me.”

His finger faltered on my face, his brow arching to the top. “Please, do educate me on how that idea managed to be great?”

“I mean, I am a novice towards planning such big occasions, so having someone to guide me won’t be such a bad idea. Not that you will anyways.”

He scoffed. “There’s nothing much to plan. You, women, make things appear too exaggerated. Just proper management which of course the welfare team could oversee. You don’t necessarily need to stain your hands.”

I shifted my dishevelled strands. “I am not that kind of Queen, Ashton. I take part in everything that concerns my Kingdom. I want to stain my fingers. So, if your mother shares in my opinion, then rada! I can’t wait to see her!”

“I can’t believe you are happy my tormentor is coming.”

I nipped his chin. “Loosen up, your mother isn’t the way you make her out to be.”

“I will remind you that sometime later when you will be in my shoes.”

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