Chapter 34 Chapter thirty-four
"Claus," I sighed, unable to wait any longer, "just fuck me already." I whispered.
Chuckling, he remarked, "Have patience, my dear." He keeps kissing my breast.
I was becoming impatient. My body craves him even more. The tingling feeling between my thighs has intensified, and my pants are already soaked with my fluids. The only thought occupying my mind at this moment is experiencing his cock moving in and out of me.
I placed my hand on his solid chest and pushed him away, taking dominance in the game.
His eyes and mouth widen in surprise as he observes with delight, "Somebody wants to be in control." His eyebrow raised and a grin appeared on his face.
I approach him while on my knees. I sit atop him, my legs enclosing him. I grasp the edge of his shirt and take it off his body. His body was shimmering with perspiration.
My fingertips glide over his skin as I tug his pants down. Claus's erection rose, firm and robust. I take hold of his cock, caressing it from the balls to the tip.
"Oh my goodness, Ellie keep going," he groaned. His eyes were closed and his head leaned against the headboard. His toes bend.
I smeared his precum on his cock, while stroking it. With my other hand, I reached between my thighs, touching my pussy through my pants, and I trembled at the touch.
The only noises in the room were our labored breaths and sighs. The room reeked of cologne blended with sweat and sexual fluids.
I notice his breathing quicken, and I immediately realize he is about to ejaculate. I slipped my lingerie off onto the floor. I move my pants aside and align the tip of his cock with my pussy opening.
"Oh my gosh, Claus." I gasped as I embraced his shaft inside me. I glance down between my legs and notice he was embedded deep within me.
His hands wrapped around my waist as he lifted me up and down against his cock.
"Yes, Claus, don't even think about stopping," I gasp loudly as I keep riding his cock.
~Sylvia~
I heard the sound first—soft, faint, and yet so sharp that it split through the mansion like lightning. Ellie's voice. Her moan carried through the walls, fragile but enough to light something violent inside me.
My heart slammed against my ribs, faster and harder with every sound that escaped from her. I knew I shouldn’t be listening, but it was like my body betrayed me, ears straining, every breath tangled in jealousy and something darker. I could almost see her face in my mind, flushed, lost in someone else’s arms. Not mine. Never mine.
I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. The room around me blurred; all I could feel was the pressure building in my chest, a storm of fury and longing.
Behind me, Julian stirred. I didn’t even have to look to know she was watching me, curious, suspicious, maybe even scared. I could see the way she had been watching me ever since I brought her into this pack, and I could tell she had begun to notice things I wished no one ever would.
“Why do you look like you’re about to tear the walls down?” she asked quietly, her tone light but her eyes searching.
I didn’t answer. My jaw tightened, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular, just the direction of Ellie’s chamber.
Julian had always been perceptive. From the first moment she entered this pack, she must have sensed that something about me didn’t fit the story we told others. The way I flinched whenever Ellie entered a room. The way my breath caught whenever her eyes met mine. The way jealousy flared in me when I saw her with Claus, my brother.
Julian didn’t know the half of it. She didn’t know how deep it went.
I could feel her move closer, slow and cautious. Her voice softened, “You’ve been acting strange every time she’s around.”
Her words struck me like a blade, but I stayed silent. If I spoke, the truth might spill out, and the truth was bitter.
Julian sighed. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way she looks at you? The way you look at her?”
That made me turn. Our eyes met, and for the first time, I saw she was stark naked, her nipples pointing at my chest. Julian has a model body which any man would die for bit not me.
She came closer, her hand reaching for me, but I stepped back before she could touch me.
“Don’t,” I said, the word rough, almost a growl.
Her hand froze mid-air. “What’s wrong with you, Sylvia?”
Everything. That was the answer. Everything was wrong with me. But how could I explain the chaos inside me, the pull I felt toward the one person I could never have. Sadly I don't feel anything for her, Julian.
“I said don’t,” I repeated, quieter this time, almost pleading.
Julian frowned. “You bring me here, ask me to pretend we’re bonded, and now you can’t even look at me?”
Her voice trembled with frustration. I could hear it breaking.
The lie between us had started as a necessity, an illusion to protect myself, to shield the truth from the pack, from Claus, from Ellie. Julian agreed to help, to play the part of my mate, to keep suspicion away.
She thought I could love her.
I wished I could.
But my heart was already caged elsewhere, trapped in a place it had no right to be.
“Julian,” I began, my voice low, “this… whatever we’re pretending, it’s all it will ever be. Pretend.”
She stared at me, searching my face for a hint of softness, of something that might contradict my words. When she found none, her expression hardened.
“Pretend?” she echoed, bitterly. “So I’m just a toy to you?”
I looked away. “You knew that from the beginning.”
She laughed, a short, hollow sound. “I knew. But I didn’t think you’d be so cruel about it.”
Cruel. Maybe I was. Maybe I had become something even worse.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said quietly.
Her words pierced me deeper than I expected.
I turned toward the door, desperate to leave, to escape the suffocating air of the room. But before I could take a step, her voice stopped me.
“You’re in love with your brother’s mate?”