Lycan King’s Nemesis

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I’ve never felt more humiliated or angrier than I felt today. Firstly was from that spineless human, Sweeybaby and the other was from the rogue, Tyler.

Sweetbaby as they popularly called him, was a disgusting human who fed from experimenting with supernatural beings.

It was a family business and I found out from my father that for decades they had been running the enterprise. I think it’s from their great grandfather who was a mad scientist and was bent on proving something to his kind. Something that had to do with discovering the strength and weakness of a Lycan or if they could use specimens from us to create another creature of more powerful ability.

Since then, the family’s hunting legacy has spread in the East, garnering more allies and a few top hands in government who gave them the go-ahead to do their dirty work. Mostly, the high-ranking Lycans like me. We were after all, pure blood.

However, what they didn’t know was that they weren’t the only ones out in this dirty game. The Lycans, since noticing our heads were staked at a high price, had also set out to hunt them. Especially the Mckenzies, from which came forth Sweetbaby. I don’t even know how he came to own that nickname. I just knew that from the first encounter I had with him twenty years ago, his obsession with me had led him to tell me the name in mortal combat that nearly cost him his head.

Then. Today, my dear good mate, Gwen, decided to sell herself on a platter of gold to the bastard. She didn’t know what that meant. That dude ate women for breakfast!Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Not to mention she dragged me into it. Thank goddess, there were no traps.

I slammed the bathroom door, striding into the hotel room we rented for the night. I had asked for us to stop along the way because I hated night trips! “Do you understand what your recklessness nearly cost us today?”

She stood at the corner of the room, her lips puckered, not in the least looking remorseful. “You would have killed him, Ashton!” She defended the rogue. I growled.

It irked me more that Fangs found her behaviour adorable and wanted nothing short of putting her in her place for her misbehaviour. And that was what I was going to do.

“You are very stubborn, little wolf,” I said softly, shocked at my calm disposition. I applied an ointment I carried with me anywhere I went to, dropped my towel and somehow I was overjoyed at seeing her sinful eyes widen and look away.

“This is not the time, Ashton.”

“At least be grateful I saved your ass,” I huffed, making my way to her. “I don’t want to see you with him again. I’m serious.”

“And since when do you think I take orders from you?” She inclined her head forward. Boldly.

I nearly laughed out loud. Is this me? Or is it Ashton the other night who needed my mate so much that I was so shattered when I thought I had lost her? This woman I despised so much yet can’t think straight without her. “I am going to punish you. Now.” I cringed. What am I saying? Definitely Fangs.

“Excuse me,” She moved back, but I was fast to catch her and slapped her against my front, my groin thickening at once at the contact. “Ashton…”

“You are my mate.”

“You only remember that when you want to fuck me.” Fuck, must she use that word? Does she even know what she does to me?

“I_” In a flash, I swung her around to face me, further amused at the level of blush her face was spotting. I knew she was scared of me. This is what I never wanted my mate to be. Yet, Emma turned me into this and now I can’t even trust any werewolf. Not even one as lovely and endearing as this one.

“Cat got your tongue? You know I’m telling the truth.” Her voice was so silky. So… husky.

“We haven’t had sex for days now. We owe the pack an heir.”

“We can’t have our first child in a hotel room, Ashton.”

Oh, how she says my name. It was like a song on her sweet lips. I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter where we have him, as far as we do it.” Gosh, did I just literally agree to her accusation. “Look, little wolf, stop putting words in my mouth, okay? Look here,” I grabbed her left hand and placed it on my hard dick. She winced but I held her tighter, feeling hot blood spurt through my cock that it became so painful and hard to breathe. “That’s how you make me feel, little wolf. Can we not quarrel now, please?”

I could see the look of confusion on her face. Yes, I was always mean to her, but on nights like this, I could grovel if she wanted me to.

Slowly, very slowly, I kissed her. Her eyes fluttered, becoming dark. Fangs groaned, wanting to get our mate naked and moaning for us. I kissed her again and this time held onto her lower lip until her eyes shut down. I walked us backward and fell on the bed, me naked above her. “Gosh, you are so beautiful, little wolf.”

She moaned, “Am I?”

“You have no idea.” My moves were urgent now, licking down to her neck and taking the point where I am supposed to wholly mark her on the night of our red moon ritual. I sucked at it repeatedly until she was pushing against me, begging for me to take her.

My right hand travelled down to her trouser and I unzipped it, dragging the trouser down her legs, and then I sat up and ripped off her shirt. The damn hoodie!

Once in her pants and bra, I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I took my time admiring the wonderful creation of the goddess. The creation which happened to be mine now. “No man is ever permitted to see you like this, little wolf. No man!” Calming my raging nerves, I fell back on the bed, supporting my body with my elbow and tracing my finger to her pussy, watching her every movement and action closely.

I parted her folds, smeared my finger with her juice and softly caressed her pussy lip. When she grabbed my wrist I shook it off and proceeded to drive her crazy. I held her legs apart with mine, working her up with intense attention to how she cried my name. Yea, baby, only my name is licensed to be on your lips like that.

“Yes, Ashton, ye-oh my, I’m going to come. I’m going to cum. Fuck!” I removed my hand at once, sat up and positioned myself between her legs as I ripped her pants, followed by her bra. I sucked her red titties so hard that by the time I slammed into her wetness, she convulsed and she hit the blissful aftermath. Yet, I didn’t stop.

I fucked her from every angle, every position, glad she took it. She took me. All of me. Over and over she came for me. Just for me. My little wolf. I was thoroughly sated and spent by the time I fell across the bed, taking her with me.

Somehow inside of me, I was glad we were away from the palace. By tomorrow when we get back, I will be ready to get back to work.

‘Cause, there were so many of them.

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