Chapter 8: FOR ME

Ethan sent all servants out of his room for now. It was a very hectic day and he needed some alone time to think.

He soaked himself into his bathtub, a luxurious oasis of relaxation and opulence.

The bathtub itself was a sculpted work of art, an exquisite vessel of pristine white porcelain that seemed to gleam with an inner light. Its edges were adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, reminiscent of ancient designs.

Within the depths of the bathtub, Mongolia flower petals floated serenely, their vibrant colors a striking contrast to the pure white of the porcelain. These petals created a breathtaking tableau, a fragrant carpet of natural elegance upon the water's surface.

The soap foam that frothed within the bath was a testament to decadence. It was as if a cloud had descended to caress the water, its texture impossibly soft and rich. The scent of the soap was intoxicating, a delicate blend of floral and citrus notes that enveloped the senses in pure bliss.

The surroundings were equally regal. Red curtains and veils, rich and velvety, draped the bathing area, casting a warm and inviting hue upon the scene. The curtains billowed gently in the soft breeze, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and grandeur.

In this setting, one could not help but feel like royalty, a monarch soaking in a bath of unparalleled splendor. The combination of the porcelain masterpiece, the vibrant flower petals, the luxurious soap foam, and the rich red drapery created a truly majestic and beautiful environment, a sanctuary of indulgence and relaxation that was fit for a king or queen. Fit for Ethan Blackwood.

He closed his eyes peacefully as he continued to think about the case in Westside Silverwood. It looked like he needed to capture a few witches and question them. If their precious creation was stolen, then they should know something about who had swapped and taken it.

He had been dreaming about such ethereal power and chased after it for years. As soon as he found out that it was with the Westside witches, he sent out his trusted right hand woman, Lady Jane and her skilled disciples to steal away the gem, but only more problems surfaced. Even worse, this person had known about his plan to take that gem.

Amidst his thoughts, he could hear light footsteps behind him. Although he shifted a little, he still held his eyes closed and his breath calm.

“Who are you?”

A feminine voice came from behind him, but it had a hint of fear in it, “I am here to serve my Lord.”

“You are the beauty?” he asked.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Why so afraid? I am not going to tear you up,” he said.

She was silent. With his eyes still closed, his muscles still relaxed, he sighed, “take off your clothes and step in.”

The she-wolf did exactly as she was told. Soon she was in the tub with Ethan, body bare.

Ethan scanned her with his grey eyes for a while, then nodded silently, “you are indeed a beauty, Alrond knows my taste so much, but you lack one thing,” he said.

“May I ask what, my Lord?” she asked.

Ethan tilted his head at her, “you aren’t as fierce as I hoped. The mere sight of me is making you tremble,” he replied.

“This humble wolf have never slept with the supreme lord before, she is indeed privileged to and is scared she won’t be able to satisfy you enough,” she said, head low.

Ethan’s eyes moved around her body, she was indeed a curvy young lady. Her exposed shoulders looked soft and it shone brightly. She stood there, half buried under the thick foam. Ethan immediately took interest in her.

“I still think you can, I am interested to see what you can do,” he said.

The young she-wolf mouthed the words ‘what I can do’ slowly before nodding.

Ethan smiled, “then may this gentle she-wolf serve me with her hands.”

She nodded and immediately moved to action. At first she was scared that she would make a mistake that would cost her life, so she handled him carefully, slowly. Ethan’s slow moans filled her tender ears making them as red as a maple leaf.

With time, Ethan felt impatience, he groan with a hint of dissatisfaction, “faster,” he said.

The she-wolf did as he said, her movement became roughly fast, and became faster as his moans filled her ear, sending warmth through her whole body. She had gone insane and lost it. The fear gone, replaced by a sudden confidence as she became too rough, her lips moved around his neck and chest without restraint, but Ethan enjoyed every bit of it.

He threw his head back, breath unhinged and his body reacting to the surge of unspeakable pleasure. In-between gasps he said, “and what is this beauty’s name?” He asked, but was answered a forceful pinch. This had aroused him to the point he became a beast. He suddenly dragged her and they swapped places. She was now resting on the wall of the bathtub and Ethan forcefully plunged into her, violently thrusting in and out without mercy.

The young she-wolf was bombarded with both the feeling of pain and pleasure. The waters rippled at his thrusts and the bathtub shook. No mortal would dare to take it, but the one before him was a she-wolf. She felt as Ethan’s hard member protruded in and out of her fiercely. Her moans driving him deeper. As he did this, his gaze fell on her pink lips which was slightly open and gasping. Ethan didn’t like kissing on the lips, in fact he had never kissed on anyone’s lips before. He always thought that to be a more intimate and tender show of love, of true love. Ethan never believed in true love, all he engaged in was pleasure, filling himself up and having so many women as possible. So showing such a tender form of love to one’s lips wasn’t his thing. Instead he put his lips on her bosoms, kissing and sucking wildly making the young she-wolf throw her head back in pleasure.

His breathes were too fast, his beastly nature in bed shown as the she-wolf began to beg for his mercy. She begged and begged but to no avail. She endured this for over an hour and her legs became numb.

When he was done he pulled out and they both gasped for air. He took the she-wolf’s hair and played with it smiling, “here I thought lady Jane was the one who could satisfy me the most, you are extraordinary”

The she-wolf blushed, “you flatter me my Lord, this one was left at your mercy.”

“Wasn’t that the result of the way you handled me?” Ethan rose a brow and she blushed.

Without saying another word, Ethan got up from the bath and put on his bathing robe.

“After tonight, come to my room tomorrow. I’m interested in you,” he said.

The young she-wolf’s cheeks flushed red. It was rare for Ethan to sleep with someone twice. In fact so rare that he only did that with Lady Jane. Now a weak and frail she-wolf like her had taken the Alpha’s liking. This was unexpected.

“Join me in bed,” Ethan’s voice cut through her thoughts and he followed him to bed, smiles beaming all over her face.