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Evelyn’s POV
I couldn’t breathe.
Not because I was afraid.
But the way Sebastian looked at me made it feel like the whole world had just held its breath. Like I was the only thing tethering him to sanity. My knees grew weak, my heart thundered, and my thoughts scattered like ashes in a storm—I couldn’t think properly, or at all.
Just him.
Sebastian Wolfe.
My Alpha was the only one I could think about—or maybe the only one I wanted to think about.
As much as something inside me sneered at the idea of trusting anyone— of letting my guard down—I couldn't help but silence that voice.
Not tonight.
I had decided to live in the moment, to go with the flow —but that didn’t mean I was losing my sense of reasoning. I fucking knew when to back down.
I snapped back to the present as his arms tightened around me, carrying me through the grand hallway of the mansion. Every step he took was purposeful, possessive. The guards didn’t even blink as we passed; they acted like we were untouchable. Maybe they knew. Maybe they could feel it too—that something between us had shifted forever.
When we reached his chambers, he kicked the door open. We stepped inside, and It slammed shut behind us.
The moment he set me down, he yanked off his suit jacket and pressed me against the wall—his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that stole every coherent thought from my mind. Every breath. Every moment.
I didn't hold back.
Why would I?
My fingers gripped his hair as I kissed him back—fierce, needy, unrestrained.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, exploring every corner like he couldn't get enough of me —no matter what.
I gasped when his hands gripped my ass cheeks, caressing them gently, like I was something precious—something he couldn’t risk losing. His lips broke away only to trail down my jaw, sucking on my throat. His breath was hot, his voice binding me like a spell.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured. “You drive me mad, Evelyn.”
My fingers trembled as they slipped beneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath his smooth, warm skin. He growled softly at my touch, then he pulled the fabric off gently—exposing his sculpted torso. My breath caught. My eyes darkened with untamed desire.
Gods. He looked carved from the finest stone.
The Moon Goddess must have created him on the happiest day of her life.
Really! Is anyone even allowed to look this damn good? This hot?
He leaned in again, kissing my neck, while his hands found the zipper at the back of my dress —and paused.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine, our noses rubbing brushing, ragged breaths mingling. “If this isn’t what you want...”
But I did. I wanted this.
Gods, I wanted him.
I shook my head so frantically, I thought it might snap off. “Don’t stop.”
And just like that, the gown slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet with a soft thud, revealing a snug packed white bra and panties.
I felt so exposed—but it didn’t matter.
His eyes darkened, lingering on every curves of me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn beautiful, Evie.”
I smiled, my heart racing at the compliment.
Again, his lips were on my collarbone, then trailed lower—worshiping every dip and curve. With practiced ease, he unhooked my bra, slid the straps off, and removed the cups. My breasts spilled free—full, perky, nipples hard and pink.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he crouched down. His hands found the band of my panties, and he pulled it down between my thighs. I stepped out of the damp fabric.
I was already soaked. So drenched. So filthy. My pussy was pulsing with so much need. I needed something , anything there—inside me.
When his mouth closed over my nipples, I let out a sharp gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair as he teased, flicked and kissed until I could barely think—until it felt so heavy, like milk was going spill out of it.
His free hand squeezed my other breast, pinching down on my nipples and rolling it gently between his fingers like it was his favourite plaything.
And just like that, he dropped to his knees. His hand gripped my thighs, pulling it apart. And then he kissed my pussy lips.In one swift movement, he buried his face between my thighs like I was a feast he’d been starving for.
I let out a feral scream, my body trembling, eyes rolling back as his tongue found my cunt —licking it like it was his favourite candy. Like he's been waiting for this day since the day I stepped into the palace in that ripped wedding dress. Like my pussy was his to claim, to devour.
He was slow, rough and deep—like I was the only thing tethering him to sanity. I gasped, gritted my teeth, torn between desperation and overload. I didn’t want him to stop… but I didn’t know if I could take more, either.
“Sebastiannnnnnnn,” I cried out, my hands gripping his head so tightly I thought I might pull some strands out. My legs grew weak, and I nearly stumbled backward— but his fingers dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me closer and steadying me.
And just when I thought the pleasure had peaked, he spread my thighs and pushed two thick fingers inside me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I fucking screamed—loud, raw and anything but girly or cute. It was a sound born from the perfect storm of pain and pleasure, my toes curling as I cried out, “Oh—my fucking Moon, my Alpha!”
Yes, I had always called him my Alpha—but never had it sounded so sweet. Never had it carried this much meaning.
I couldn't think of anything else—other than the stretch, the ache, the way his tongue flattened against my pussy. His fingers pumped in. Out. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
“Ohhhh fuck.“ I groaned, my teeth pressing down on my lower lip.
The thrill surged through me. My thighs trembled violently, and I screamed again. I was so close—so broken—and just like that—
I came.
Hard.
Like… I was seeing stars in the ceiling, choking on my own breath. This was so good, so painful too. My pussy tightened around his fingers, and my juice gushed all over his mouth, and he didn't stop still. He growled, his tongue swirling around my pussy and wiping me clean.
He only stood up after he was done. He fucking stood up, looking like a beast that had just devoured his prey. His mouth and cheeks were glistening with my cum, eyes dark and wild as he dipped his two fingers inside his mouth and wiped it clean.
“You taste fucking good, Evie,” he rasped.
I couldn't speak.
Not a single word came to mind.
I was still trying to steady my breathing, but it felt like I was already wrecked beyond repair.
Then he pulled me closer to himself, my breasts pressing against his bare chest. His hands fondled my ass softly, and then he kissed me.
I tasted myself on his tongue.
Salty.
Slick.
But surprisingly delicious.
It was my first time—everything. And as much as I had imagined this day countless times, nothing compared to what was actually happening.
My pussy was still aching, still wet with my cum sliding down my thighs.
He pulled back. “On your knees, Evie,” he commanded.
I knew what he meant to do. I had fantasized about this several times, so I didn’t ask questions. I dropped to my knees like a sheep loyal to its slaughter.
My hands found his belt, I slid it out of the trousers and threw it away.
Next were the pants, and then the briefs. I froze when my eyes landed on his cock.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
That wasn't a cock.
It was a tool—one capable of ruining me.
Thick. Hard. Veined. Ready.
Licking at the red tip like it was angry and fucking starved. Hungrily, i stared. I was still trembling from the orgasm, but I didn't care. I wanted more—all of it. I wanted to feel that massive cock inside me, at the back of my throat until I choked .
So, I gripped the base, squeezing the heavy balls with my fingers. My lips parted on instinct, tongue flicking out before I could stop myself, and he pushed it in—slowly at first. Just the tip, which was enough to fill my mouth. Just enough to taste his sweat and salty pre-cum.
Then I started pumping it. In. Out. Inch by inch. Stretching my mouth open until it seemed I could feel a slight tear at the corners of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned—an animalistic sound that reverberated through the room. His hands flew to my hair, yanking a handful. “Your mouth is so fucking tight, Evie.”