Chapter 165
AMELIA
He didn’t give me a chance to recover from my shock. He yanked my legs apart and settled in between.
I gasped as he folded my knees, spread my thighs apart, and buried his face between my legs. Then he sucked me hard.
My hips bucked as I cried out, clenching my fingers into his head, pulling his hair out. I was conflicted between pushing his face to my pussy because it felt so good or pulling him away because of embarrassment.
He ate like it was his last meal or he was starving and locked up for years. When he made a low humming that vibrated through my aching core, I moaned loudly. With his grip tightening into the flesh of my hips, he shoved his tongue deep inside me and began to fuck me.
I rocked my hips against his face, pushing his head down the same way he worked his tongue in and out. I could feel and hear my wetness pooling. I could feel my skin tightening, and my muscles clenching.
He must have felt I was close to orgasm. He reached for my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples at the same time, scraping his teeth over my clit.
With his beard scratching my thighs, a single suck on my clit, pleasure rippled through me like waves, and I screamed in reckless abandon, clawing its way out of my throat as I came so hard, my whole body convulsed. He sucked me hard and licked me clean before he rose and pulled his boxers down and off his feet.
With wide eyes, I licked my lips and stared at his rigid erection in his fist, so thick and long with its crown so big and bulging veins so prominent. He began stroking it and I felt his smothering gaze against mine.
His gaze locked with mine. His eyes flared with heat. “I need to fuck you hard right now. I can’t go slow on you. I’ve waited for two decades to make this happen.”
“I don’t want you to make love with me.” I opened my legs wider.
“Good because I don’t have that in me right now. My wolf is driving me crazy now that he gets the taste of you.” He dropped his body to hover me, one hand on my knees, the other at the back of my head, gripping my hair, yanking my head back.
He lined up his hard cock, and rubbed the crown between my wet folds, each time it nudged my clit, I let out broken rasps.
“I suppose you’re clean.”
He smiled. “I am, and I want to spread all my come around your sweet pussy.” With one forceful hard thrust, he plunged his dick deep inside me. At the same time, he crushed his mouth against mine, muffling my gasp.
“Fuck,” I cried into our mouths as he kissed me hard.
He was big and hard, stretching me out. I felt so full, my body shuddered, and I loved how it felt of him inside me.
“This feels surreal, angel, more than how I imagine it would be.” His fist tightened around my hair, yanked my head back, and kissed me hard.
I had no words to say. My brain was fogged with lust, and I couldn’t think straight than surrendering my body to him. He’d waited this long. He deserved a little bit of happiness.
“Don’t overthink. This is us. This was meant to happen a long time ago. It just took us a little longer to get here, but it’s never too late for us, Amelia.” He kissed me again, then started to fuck me hard.
My hands came to his back, gripping him tight, fingers digging into his skin as he drove in so deep.
He was relentless.
I could feel him all over me, in my thoughts, in my senses, everywhere, it was overwhelming.
“You’re mine, Amelia. You’re mine.” He grunted in each thrust, mumbling something incoherent into our kiss. Then he put his weight over me, his hips pistoned.
My moaning was getting louder and louder as I felt delirious.
He took my mouth again, shoving his tongue inside, stroking with mine. I writhed underneath, and raw sounds of pleasure came out of my throat.
He fucked me hard like he wanted to imprint himself in me, like he wanted to be a part of my body my heart, and my soul. He fucked me with his cock and his tongue. He dominated me, and I let him.
I wrapped my legs around him, taking him all in, ensuring him, I was his tonight, and tonight was our night.
He then thrust, and I bucked, making us both moan.
“Goddess.” He broke the kiss as his body shook, burying his face into the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. “Amelia, my baby, my sweetheart, my angel.”
“Lucius, Goddess,” I moaned out his name as my whole body trembled when the pleasure became too much to bear.
“Come for me, my sweet Amelia.” When I began clamping around him, he groaned my name, sounding like a struggle and painful.
We were both close to our euphoria. I could feel his struggle to hold on, and I was already there, at the peak of spreading my wings and flying, and I felt like flying in the air, up in the sky, out of this world, into another dimension.
Writhing, I cried out, spasming around him as I succumbed the pleasure rolling through me like a thunder. I bucked against him wildly, every inch of my body pulsed with waves of energy until it detonated like a bomb.
Groaning, he continued thrusting hard and fast and relentlessly, and I continued to writhe and convulsed underneath him while my orgasm went on and on like waves to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.
Staring at me, he stilled, his eyes glowed as he growled like a feral animal about to attack, and he throbbed inside me, his entire body jerked, his ragged breathing warming my face, his veins bulging against his forehead.
Groaning, he shuddered as he jutted his release inside me. Then pulled out, squeezing a hot last drop on my pussy, spreading his come all over, marking his territory like he promised before he fell on top of me.
For a few moments, none of us moved until I found the courage to speak.
“Lucius?”
He answered me with a wrap of his arms around me and rolled us over so I could be on top of him, feeling myself so small and frail compared to his large body like a log.
“Let’s talk.”
“I don’t wanna talk if you’re just going to tell me this is fucking wrong. I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear your voice with regrets. It will kill me.”
“So if we meet again, you’ll just gonna pretend this never happened. How’s this work, by the way? And this is cheating.”
“You cheated on me first.” I could hear the humor in his voice, but he sounded serious as well.
I raised my head to look him in the eye. “Excuse me? I died remember? And I don’t remember being married to a man named Alexander Lucius. I was a virgin until six months ago, asshole. So, tell me, Alpha King, haven’t you swung your dick around since I died?”
He looked at me with so much devotion as he swiped the hair away from my face. I also saw guilt so deep in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? For sleeping around?” I smiled. “I’m not mad. I don’t blame you. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“How did I die? I mean I know how, but who killed me?”
“Sweetheart, let’s not talk about it, okay?” There was something he was not telling me, and I could feel it, making me more intrigued to know the truth.
“What are you not telling me? The guilt every time you looked at me, was so deep it felt like it was killing me. What is it, Lucius? Or I swear I won’t see you again.”
“Why do you always ruin something special like this? I could barely see you alone without your mate—”
“Answer me.”
“I killed you, okay? I’m the one who killed you!”