Chapter 16
Ethan
Vulture didn”t let me go back to my father”s house, he was afraid of what they could do to me, he thought it was safer to say that I was safe. The wedding would be in three days and during this period I could see the decorations being put together.
The old stone church, with its colorful stained glass windows and Gothic arches, was being transformed into a dream setting for my wedding to Abutre. Under my supervision, a team of skilled decorators worked tirelessly to create an environment that reflected my passion for white and gold.
Arches of white flowers, such as roses, lilies and orchids, adorned the church entrance, creating a magical portal to happiness. The central hallway was covered in a plush white carpet, with rose petals scattered like a fragrant path.
The stone walls, normally cold and austere, were covered in draped white fabrics, which created an ethereal and romantic atmosphere. Candles in golden candlesticks, arranged at different heights, illuminated the room with a soft, welcoming glow.
The altar, the focal point of the ceremony, was a spectacle in itself. A large floral arrangement, in shades of white and cream, with touches of gold in the foliage, filled the space with its exuberant beauty. Two golden candlesticks, with tall, thin candles, flanked the arrangement, symbolizing the union of two souls.
The wooden benches, normally simple and boring, were covered in white velvet cushions, with gold details. Each pillow had a small gold brooch with the initials ”E” and ”A”, intertwined in a symbol of eternal love.
Behind the altar, a large stained glass window with the image of a golden angel, with outstretched wings, blessed the union. The sunlight, filtering through the stained glass, created a magical effect, as if the angel was descending from heaven to celebrate our love.
The gentle music of an organ, played by a talented musician, filled the space with heavenly melodies. The aroma of frankincense and myrrh, burning in golden censers, perfumed the air with a touch of mysticism.
With every detail, with every touch, the church was transformed into a sanctuary of love and beauty. It was the perfect setting for the beginning of our journey together, a place where our dreams would come true.
The church was turning into a dream, every white and gold detail reflected the happiness I felt. As I supervised the placement of the floral arrangements on the altar, a shadow fell over me.
— Ethan — Javier”s voice, full of venom, echoed through the sacred space.
I turned around, my heart racing. He was standing at the entrance, his eyes fixed on me, with an expression that mixed anger and possessiveness.
—Javier? What are you doing here? I asked, trying to remain calm.
— I came to remind you of something, my dear — he said, taking a step forward. - You belong to Me.
His words hit me like a dagger. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my hands starting to shake.
— Javier, this is over — I replied, trying to control my voice. — I”m going to marry Vulture.
“You can”t marry him,” Javier growled, his eyes burning with fury. — You are mine, Ethan. Always has been and always will be.
— No, Javier — I replied, more firmly. — I never loved you, that was in the past.
Javier took another step, invading my personal space.
“You”re going to regret this, Ethan,” he whispered, with a cruel smile. — I”m going to make your life hell, do you think I can”t take the puppies away from you?
I felt panic overcome me. The tears threatened to spill over, but I fought to hold them back.
— Get out of here, Javier — I shouted, my voice full of embargo. — You have no right to threaten me, you signed the papers, the puppies stay with me.
— Dreaming is good, but you will discover that we have owned you since you stepped into that house, you will be ours.
He gave me one last hateful look before turning and leaving the church. I stood there, paralyzed, trying to assimilate what had happened. Javier”s words echoed in my mind, filling me with fear and insecurity.
Vulture found me moments later, eyes full of concern. I told him what had happened, and he hugged me tightly, comforting me with words of love and support.
— Don”t let him shake you, my love — he murmured, caressing my face. —He won”t get anything out of this.
— I”m too tired... — I whimpered.
— Let”s go home, I”ll take care of you.
I left the church and the decorations, I knew that Javier would perform the ceremony and that one way or another I would have to see him again, but I wanted to prevent that from happening.
Vulture made me some herbal tea and while I was drinking it he opened the piano and started playing. I got lost in the melody and in a way it calmed me down.
The song was familiar, I didn”t know the name but the chorus was “I will always love you, even in the darkness I will find you, your smell is my guide and for you I will go to the end of the world”
I got up and approached him, I sat on the stool next to him and he held one of my hands and made me touch the keys, as if we were playing together.
— When I enter the church I will be playing this song, I want to think of this song as ours, because that”s how I feel, I can find you anywhere. — he said and kissed me and how delicious his mouth was.
Ever since I felt your kiss for the first time, I fell in love with the white wolf. Vulture or Nicolas, I didn”t care who it was, I just knew that he was the only one who could make me happy.
— I”ll cry if I do that.
— I want to see you crying, I will know that it is with joy and that I am the cause of your smiles.
His hand went behind my waist and brought me closer to him.
— I love your smell. — I noticed.
— And I love the way I make you horny. — he sniffed the air. — What do you think we go to the room?
— I find the idea very tempting.
Before I could think of anything he carried me and started up the stairs,
— You have no limits — I accused.
— I never thought about having one, at least not with you.
With every step he kissed me and how difficult it was to separate myself from his mouth.
I don”t know when my clothes were taken from my body, but I”m sure they were left on the way, his were left at the door, on the way to the bed.
Without giving any indication of what he was going to do, Abutre turned me on my side, lifted one of my legs and began to penetrate me, and, on my side, it was much more enjoyable.
He wasn”t calm, he put himself inside me all at once and it hurt, but it caused butterflies in my stomach, along with anguish.
— Nicolas… — I moaned his name.
— I”m desperate... — he thrust deeper and it was as if my soul was abandoning me. My senses increasingly inert, everything around me disappeared and now only his precise and strong thrusts were the center.
He worked me in that position and held me firmly by the waist, his strong arms squeezing me making me even more excited.
I moaned his name breathlessly and with each moan I got a stronger thrust. His mouth slid down my neck, leaving my body with goose bumps.
The next thing I knew, he had turned me to face him and was now taking my mouth with voluptuousness, while his cock was pounding my ass.
Sliding in and out, fast and precise, my ass contracted around his cock, and when I did that he moaned, hoarse and eager and how good it was to hear that manly voice lost in pleasure.
He gave me the same pleasure that I gave him and I don”t know at what moment I started moving with him, together in perfect synchronization, our battle was for the search for pleasure.
His body covering mine was the delight of desire, the realization of pleasure.
— I love you… — he whispered as he fucked me faster.
— Ahhh… I love it more… fuck… make me cum…
— You are mine, understand? — he punched my prostate hard and the pleasure was almost surreal,
— Only yours… hnmmm
While the room maintained its erotic and shameless sound, my body combusted. Nicolas didn”t hold back. We came together, leaving our high-pitched and desperate moans dominating the room.
— Delicious… — he said, kissing me.
His mouth went down my body, with each stroke of his tongue the area became numb and then came the agony. Nicolas licked all the cum I spilled on my body and then took my lips.
— You are delicious, my omega and I want to see you melting more and more.
— Then fuck me again, finish me off, show me who I belong to.
I teased and saw a malicious glow appearing around his iris, and, I shouldn”t tease, but at that moment I didn”t care about anything else, I wanted to be his and be with him, and I wanted it in every way possible.
He started moving again and once again I lost myself completely. His body was perfect and the way he took me was so possessive.
He would never be like those alphas, he was my beloved, my true and only love.
On the day of the ceremony I would say yes to him and I would do it with all the love I had in my chest, I have been thinking about death, but knowing that I am loved and wanted and I am not just a breeder that needs to be hidden, is more than perfect.
I never wanted this life and I never imagined myself in it, when the alphas arrived everything was destroyed, but now I had the chance to be happy and start over.
Nicolas said I was his, but I was the one who was more possessive. Nicolas was mine, and after the ceremony, nothing and no one could get in the way of our happiness.
With each thrust he touched a very specific point and it was this touch that left me ecstatic, the electric current returned and now I myself dictated the speed of the movements, I wanted more and more.
My body was distressed, needy and my eyes left no doubt about what I was feeling.
He put me on all fours and it was at that moment that his movements became much deeper and more intense. The clash of our bodies was the perfect sound effect and our moans were intense, indicating that our souls were connected.
The movements became even faster and my body began to contract due to the involuntary spasms.
Nicolas moaned louder and louder and I followed him, as if one was searching for the other”s vocal note so that the melody of love could be composed with exact perfection.
One of his hands went to my hair and rolled it between his fingers, pulling lightly and leaving me even more surrendered.
I closed my eyes and let out a cry of relief that came from the depths of my soul, my body contracted completely and the spasm lasted for about thirty seconds.
Vulture pressed me against his body and moaned desperately, his hands fixed on my waist and my body lifted, placing my back against his chest.
When his cum arrived I felt completely filled and relieved, after all I had just cum and nothing was missing at that moment.
Happiness had a name. Nicolas Carter D’par.
We fell asleep and I remained welcomed in his arms, in dreams I saw myself by his side, everything was so magical and intoxicating. When we woke up, it was almost night.
- Let”s take a bath?
— Yes. — I smiled and gave him a peck.
Being with him in the shower was even more disturbing, he wanted to fuck me in every way and I gave in without any ceremony. I was sure of my feelings and especially his feelings, it was as if I was there just to love him and to live loving him.
I”m not saying that this is an emotional dependence, but I”m saying that it”s something very intense, maybe over time I”ll become a little detached and just focus on the love I feel, but at the moment I want Nicolas, the Vulture, at all times and in all the positions.