10. CHAPTER 10
The servants have come to wake us way too early for my liking, especially since we’d fallen asleep a little more than an hour ago.
Garren and I have spent the whole night alternating between fucking and making love. It was only when neither one of us could even move a muscle that we managed to stop but with a silent promise to continue first thing in the morning.
The morning’s here, but unfortunately, our duties got in the way. Even though the wolves will be able to smell the scent of sex on us that’s coming out of our pores, we still decide to take a shower, if only to prolong being together for a little while longer.
Garren turns on the water, then yanks me into the shower stall with him, pulling me in for a kiss. We’re already naked because we never bothered to put back on clothes from the night before.
When the kiss finally breaks, he locks his dark eyes with mine and gives me a playful smile before glancing lower at my heaving chest. My breasts are soft under the warm stream of the water falling all over me. Garren’s hand slides down my side, over my waist and hip, then underneath and up again, teasing my pussy.
Coming up higher, he takes one of my breasts in his hand and gently massages it while leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, before lowering himself so he can take my eager nipple into his mouth. I moan and bury my fingers into his wet black hair when he sucks on it.
“It’s like you know exactly what I want and need,” I reply.
As he continues nibbling on my nipple, his hands find their way down my body again. With the left one, he grabs my ass in a tight grip, while the other explores my demanding pussy. His fingers delicately and carefully slide between my lower lips, entering my wet warmth. Reaching in further, Garren inserts the whole length of his middle finger as deep into me as he can.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you either, everything you do feels so good,” I say with a moan.
My breathing is so heavy from the excitement that I’m glad the running shower’s muffling my loud moans. To feel my mate’s hands on me and inside me…it’s all too much.
I blindly and desperately reach for his cock. He’s already hard and ready to please, making me all the more eager to feel the heat of his hard member. I want him inside me. I need to feel him as close and as deep as possible.
Garren feeds on my breasts, his sucking and nibbling sending little electric shocks through me like powerful jolts that light up my whole being.
Before I can get a good grip on his cock, Garren moves his hips back and out of my reach. I make a small sound in disapproval, which only makes him chuckle.
“I’m going to go down on you to taste you while I still have some semblance of control over myself,” Garren says, his low and rough voice vibrating against my skin. “Don’t make me lose it before I can devour you.”
I’m already dripping wet, and the way he’s rubbing my clit is steadily bringing me so close to the edge. He uses that moment to go lower and kneel between my legs. His face is level with my hips and he has me raise my leg, then places it over his shoulder. As soon as his hot breath comes near my pussy, I begin to shiver despite the warm water falling down my body. My imagination is too powerful, and I’m already anticipating how this will go down.
True to his word, Garren doesn’t immediately dive right in. While gently gliding his hands over my thighs and stomach, he kisses the spots inside my knees, then slowly makes his way up to my pussy. His mouth gets teasingly close to the center of it, but then the bastard goes and switches to my other leg, repeating the tantalizing, erotically sexy, and nearly frustrating process all over again.
He’s blatantly and shamelessly examining my pussy. My legs are open enough to give him the perfect view, and he even puts slight pressure on my knees to make me widen up for him.
The combination of his fingers, lips, and tongue makes me squirm and moan. After kissing my stomach, he makes his way down and finally arrives to where I want him most. He plants a wet kiss on my lower lips, holding his mouth there for a few seconds before kissing them again and again.
I let out a deep moan, my eyes rolling back into my head, and I have to grab onto his hair for balance as he French-kisses me down there. What started as just a kiss now turns into an open mouth and tongue kiss.
I gasp in slight shock when he backs off and caresses my thighs before using his thumbs to open my lower lips and expose my entrance. My hips and legs twitch and tense up as he looks into my eyes and gives me one of the smiles that I’ve come to claim as mine.
He closes the distance between his mouth and my lower lips, pushing his tongue as deep into me as he can. He definitely knows what he’s doing because he’s steadily increasing the pleasure to all my parts.
Not wanting to pull out his beautiful hair, I lift my arms above my head instead and grab for the shower pipe. My eyes close as the ecstasy and pleasure flood me. I’m sure he can give me an orgasm right here and now if he stays down long enough.
He keeps going, only changing the position to bury his face deeper into my pussy as his tongue licks my clit. He opens his mouth to suck my lower lips into his mouth, then fucks me with his tongue, lashing in and out in a hard and unrelenting way. He moves to my clit again, his lips pulling it into his mouth before mercilessly sucking on it. As he does all this, I’m moaning and sighing, clutching at the pipes with newfound desperation.
My pussy gets wetter and more open, which makes me think of only one thing, which is his hard cock.
I throw my head back and look at the white ceiling, ignoring the drops of water falling onto my face. When I gather some strength and control over myself, I reach down and run my fingers through his dark hair as he continues to work my pussy with his tongue.
He’s surprisingly patient and gentle, kissing me with unbearable slowness and caressing me down there. Every so often, he glances at me with his magnetizing dark eyes, making me long for him even more.
I’m doing my best to suppress and muffle my moans. This might bother him a bit because sometimes he gives my ass an unexpected squeeze, which makes me let out a surprised scream.
He’s ups his game, using his fingers to help his skilled tongue. I’m not sure what exactly it is that he does, but I do know that it feels fucking amazing. I find myself shaking with my eyes shut to heighten my other senses. My back curves on its own, my head falls back, and my hands search for anything to dig my nails in for balance and to hold on to the pleasure.
I’ve never done it in the shower before, but I have to admit that the cold tiles are a stark contrast to the warm water and our hot bodies, which drives the pulsating heat that’s growing inside me completely insane.
Garren has me on the edge of the cliff. His talented tongue has me wordlessly begging for relief. I’m there. I’m ready. I’m willing. But he doesn’t let me go. Not yet.
Garren touches my lower lips and spreads them apart, looking at them with pride in his dark eyes. He slips a finger inside with seamless ease and begins an intimate massage. His tongue occupies itself with my clit, happily licking and nibbling on it. He tastes me all around the outside before sliding his tongue into my pussy as deep as he can.
He doesn’t stop licking and rubbing. Even when my whole body starts to tense, preparing itself to jump off the highest cliff I’ve ever been to. My moans turn to inaudible words with a hint of pleading to the tone.
At last, Garren gives in and picks up the pace, combining all his mind-blowing techniques. As the height of pleasure comes, my pussy begins to throb and pulsate with an orgasm. My entire body reacts to him, my back curving and my knees wobbling. He supports my weight as much as he can while still working my pussy until I’ve nothing left to give.
When my lower muscles stop contracting and my body stops trembling, Garren raises his face from between my legs, and though the water is already washing it away, his chin and mouth are all shiny with my juices. He smirks, looking pleased with the intensity of the orgasm he’s just given me.
Before standing up, he carefully slides my leg off his shoulder and sets it down. When he pulls himself to his full height, my eyes fall on his big member. Thick, hard, and proud, his erection points at me.
His smirk transforms into an easy, wide grin as he gently pushes me against the wall. He reaches out and cups my face for a moment before his hand moves around to the back of my head and he pulls me into a kiss.
His breath is sweet, his lips soft and demanding. Though at first, the kiss is tentative and exploratory, he ignites with lust and desire when I teasingly slip my tongue into his mouth to greet his. The kiss turns hungry and desperate, both of us roughly searching for pleasure.
Garren’s body is crushing mine, his thick erection between my thighs. He presses harder against me, the tip of his cock brushing against the base of my ass cheeks, then slides up and nestles against my lower lips.
We’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow, both understanding the gravity of what’s happening out there. His kiss has me desperate with need, so I reach around and grab his ass, getting a good grip on him to pull his cock into me with the help of the thrust of his hips.
His cock fills my pussy in one go, entering it with its whole length. I sink my nails into his ass, a wordless signal for him to fuck my brains out.
With an arrogant smirk on his lips, Garren starts to pump inside me, then leans forward to kiss me like a hungry wolf as we fuck. We soon find a rhythm as he thrusts his hips forward and pumps his erection into me. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his ass humping between them. I run my nails down his back and all the way to his ass again, squeezing his firm muscles as they work their sexy magic, flexing and unflexing under my touch and giving me pleasure.
Still locked in a passionate embrace, we smile at each other when we break the kiss long enough to take a breath before diving back into satisfaction.
This man drives me crazy. I can’t get enough of him. Even when I have him, I want him more. I need him closer. All of him. He’s mine just as I’m his.
Garren pulls his cock almost all the way out and just as I make a little sound in complaint, he violently pumps his hips forward, pushing his whole length into me again. He repeats the process several times before he completely pulls it out and grabs the tip of his cock to rub it against my pussy.
Catching me by surprise, he pushes the whole length of his thick hardness deep into me all at once, filling my pussy with his cock as far up as it can go. His pelvis is crushing against mine and he groans, the sound possessive and territorial. I realize that he also wants us as close as possible, which is why he’s pushing as hard and as deep as he can. I love it. I love him.
Our fucking doesn’t resemble anything sensual or loving anymore. We’re having a proper, deep, and passionate fuck-fest, fulfilling our most primal and basic needs. His exaggerated thrusts push my ass back against the cold wall. I watch as he pulls out most of the way to show some part of his shaft, before plunging back in, fucking me senseless. I’m not sure how long we do this, but neither one of us can stop. Nothing is enough.
He moves his hand to one of my thighs to hold it up, allowing me to keep my legs spread wide. The other hand lazily grabs at my ass. With my breasts crushed against his bare chest, I tilt my head to claim his mouth again, using him as a buffer to suppress my moans. My hands roam freely on his back, leaving angry red nail marks in their wake.
After fucking like this for a short while, Garren slows down and pulls out. Both of us breathe deeply, our chest heaving. We briefly smile at each other before sharing another round of passionate kisses.
I’m still trapped under him, a prisoner to his primal, wolfish desire. He reinserts his cock into my pussy, the gesture forceful and purposeful as he claims me completely for himself.
The recent revelations are starting to sink in. He’s not my Omega anymore. He’s my future king, my fated mate, and my equal partner. He’s a pure Alpha to my Alpha.
I quiver as his cock systematically and methodically claims me in his name. I moan into his mouth when his tongue extends the territory. I sink my nails into his back so deep that it’s quite possible they’ve transformed into claws as we make a promise written by lust and desire, then signed with sweat and blood.
I gasp, overwhelmed as his cock makes all my sexual fantasies come true. Sex was always amazing and fun, but it was never this good. I just came right before he started fucking me, and yet, he already has me heaving with another orgasm in the making. I sink my nails deeper and harder into his back, pulling him tight to me as my throbbing and pulsating pussy mercilessly contracts around his erection.
Garren slows down his thrusts and gently strokes my face and hair, giving me a chance to recover. He pulls his head back just enough to lock his eyes on mine. There’s an infinite amount of emotion in them, gentleness and softness that no one would ever associate with the Party Prince as he was known before he got assigned to my pack. He’s a Dark Hunter through and through now. He’ll be the great Dark King who will never stop to hunt in our bedroom.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Garren tells me with a raw and hoarse voice that could make me climax all by itself.
As I let out a loud noise which is a weird mix between a moan and a prolonged scream in pure pleasure, Garren showers my neck with kisses as he wraps me tightly in his arms, fully supporting my weight for a few moments. With my head resting on his shoulder, I’m gasping for air as I’m slowly coming back from the blissful jump off the cliff.
While Garren slowed down his thrusts, he never stopped fucking me. He fucked me all through the orgasm, being privy to his cock being squeezed and milked by my lower muscles contracting around it, inviting him to join me. It must’ve been working because just as I somewhat recover, Garren lets out a low curse and begins to shudder in my arms. It’s the only warning I get before he explodes inside me, filling me with everything he has, with everything he is.
I bite my lower lip to suppress a playful smile as I step on my toes and push my hips against his, teasing him even more. His cock reacts and shoots out a second round of his significant load in a fierce and strong current deep inside my pussy.
We both pant loudly, our chests heaving with the best kind of exertion. Garren slowly stops moving but remains inside me while tightly wrapping his arms around me to pull me even closer. The heat of his skin is not entirely the result of the warm water, but also our own sweaty exercises.
I’ve never been one for relationships, and yes, I did have a lot of flings here and there as it’s the nature of wolves until we find a close approximate to our mate, or even better, have the original bond of fate click in. What I feel with Garren is completely out of my hands. It’s more than great sex. There’s a vastness of feelings and emotions between us that the words can’t explain. Granted, they could be the side-effect of the bond, but there are known historical cases where fated mates hated each other, so my feelings aren’t all because of the fated bond.
I try catching my breath as I feel him put his soft lips against my cheek. My own lips react, curling up into a small smile.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I confess in a barely audible whisper.
“Alyssa Hunt,” my mate calls me by my full name as he pulls away to make me look in his deep dark eyes that are shining with joy and pride. “You are a force to be reckoned with. You are it for me. My only one.”
My eyes tear up, a knot forming in my throat. I swallow hard, touched by the sincerity in his voice.
“With all that being said,” Garren continues, the corners of his mouth lifting up in what I came to recognize as a mischievous smile. “I’m not done with you yet, but it’s true that now that we’ve taken care of our bond’s needs, we should focus on more pressing matters.”
I smile and nod. “I’m sure they’re already waiting for us.”
“I somewhat doubt it,” he replies with an easy grin. “Throughout the years, I became sort of known for being late, so I’m pretty sure that my father ordered the servants to wake us a lot earlier than necessary. Haven’t you noticed that no one has come to get us yet?”
It is true that we’ve been in the shower for a good while now and even I had heard of the Party Prince’s many reputations, including the one where he was never on time.
We each wrap ourselves into a towel of our own and return to the room. With a start, I realize that someone has brought a set of clothes for me to wear. I lock eyes with Garren, who bursts out laughing. While he clearly doesn’t mind that someone was in the room while we were fucking like two wolves on steroids, I can’t do anything about the blush that spreads across my cheeks and surely leaves them looking like a pair of angry red lobsters.
“This is so embarrassing,” I mutter, wondering how I’ll be able to show my face outside of these four walls.
“Don’t worry about it,” Garren assures me, coming up to me to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.
“It’s not funny,” I tell him. “I’ve worked very hard to get where I am and to become who I am. My reputation is everything.”
“I assure you that your reputation will remain intact,” Garren promises, taking my hands into his as he meets my gaze. “My Father told you that the pack’s being taken care of, which means that the Alpha Captain’s also been notified. Besides, after I make you my queen and announce to the world that you’re my fated mate, no one will dare use your name in vain.”
While that’s not exactly what I had in mind, it does help to know that he’s on my side and serious about whatever this is. We’ll have time to figure out our next step later, but right now, we have to return to reality and deal with the threats that the witches pose. Hopefully, the Dark Hunters are all rested and ready for round two.