Lycan King's Nemesis

**ASHTON**

I had intentionally concealed the recent happening in the palace from my mate knowing how she would have reacted if informed. I saw how she was engaged, running about the place nonstop trying to make sure today was a success.

It was something I didn't think anyone could do apart from my mother. From the way I saw my mother watching her every movement closely with small smiles mindless smiles etched on her face, I knew she was proud of her. Don't be mistaken. I was not fine with it. Normally, the Queen was not expected to carry out these things as they were the major works of the welfare team. However, seeing as she had insisted and my mother had adamantly supported her, I knew there was little to nothing I could have done about it.

And I liked it.

It only irked me as I was not often around most of the time to enjoy watching her from my window up there as she talked to someone, wiped sweats off her brows, mumbled things I craved to hear to herself- thinking no one was seeing her- and a bunch of other stuff she did which oddly, I found fascinating.

I was not supposed to be here-having taken a minute excuse from my Beta to ride around-which at the long run I had given up on my restraint and found myself heading here. I thought I was going to die not being beside her for three fucken days.

Since the day Tyler came into the palace to give me the rotten news three days ago.

And now, here we are, five minutes turn twenty and from how my body was aching, my cock in particular, I didn't think I would be returning to the squad for now. "Help me zip down," Gwen requested, her hazy eyes conveying information that may or may not have been properly interpreted in my head.

My hands on her shoulders slid downward to her neck still maintaining eye contact as gradually I located the iron object and began tugging lower. When my finger grazed her back, I heard her take in a sharp gust of air, and my Lycae came alive. I felt Fang's arousal and the need to take our mate hard. We were not supposed to as there was no time but then, if I didn't do this, every other thing I did today might as well be a waste of time. I have endured enough for a few days. "Fine here?" I asked as I got to the last stop, further teasing her by bending lower to breathe on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered close, her front teeth capturing her succulent power lip in an act I envied so much. That is my right. Something I was supposed to be doing.

"Step back." Was her next word as I was about to carry out what was in my head.

Of course, I did. The ball was in her court. As I did, my cock betrayed me, fully standing erect building an embarrassing tent in my trousers. I covered my face at the sight of her Dole eyes raking me in. "Oops," I said. "Oh..." She whispered. "I didn't know."

"Go ahead." I indicated her dress, my right hand finding the front of my trouser to push my cock down. I held it between my legs to endure watching her finish undressing.

The sleeves of the plain evening dress she was wearing fell down her creamy arms until the gown was a pile of white at her feet. With a seductive glow in her eyes, she took a step out, then another, away from the gown, further away from me. I hissed in displeasure. No, baby, not so fast.

I took a step in her direction, she backed away.

Oh, she wanted a chase. I smirked. Then, you have my full attention, little wolf.

Like that she was soon backed into a corner, her back pressed against the wall, forming a slanted bend with her chest upwards. The C-cupped bra containing her breast eased at the middle, the right hand falling slightly to review the milky skin underneath up to the orange nipples.

My favourite part.

Once I reached her, I didn't waste time leaning down to kiss her chest. She made to touch me but I rapidly caught her arms and pinned them above her head. With her hands there, I thoroughly kissed her cleavage, using my teeth to pull down the bra. Once I hooked the back with my other free hand, the flimsy thing danced to the floor, leaving my mate's butter-full moulds a feast for my eyes.

I didn't have time to admire them as I took one peaked bud in my lips and kissed it. Then like I was possessed by something, the hand holding her left and joined the other to grope the other breast to fondle deeply, sucking passionately as if my life depended on it.

As a matter of fact, my life depended on this.

I sucked from one nipple to another, my mate's mom filling the room as she clawed at my hair, dragging them until my scalp hurt. I thought I was going to go bald, nevertheless, the nipples I was savouring didn't let me think about the pain. My left hand travelled under her panties to flick her clit, back and forth. She squirmed, grinding against me, begging for more, crying for me to take her. I was not ready. I wanted her at a certain point and I was confident she hadn't reached there.

By the time her milky juice was pouring out of her the manner I desired, in a flash I had her thong on the floor, my legs nudging her legs apart to station myself between her.

I knew she was ready for me. Ready to receive my cock. This was a hasty affair which I intended one as fast as possible before someone came.

I flipped her around, taking her hips to position for me. I lubricated my cock enough before placing it at her entrance and while she whimpered, poking her ass out to be ravished faster, with a full unexpected force, I thrust into her.

I predicted she was going to cry, beg me to stop, saying I had hurt her. But my mate tends to have grown rougher since the last time. Shed become a badass, a cock hungry badass. She took everything in, trying to match my gait as we chased our encroaching release.

I was slamming from behind, while she reciprocated with moans of encouragement, crying for more as though I was not doing enough.

I took her from the wall to the sofa where I bent her over, tilting her ass further up. This time I was sure I would hit the G-spot. Again, I thrust into her and with my left hand, took her two hands and held them behind her back at the centre of her ass where I could see them. I held her right hip with my right hand while pounding continuously into her.

"Yes, baby," She purred, "... give it to me. Oh, I fucken love it. I want more."

I was going to come soon, but I couldn't until I was sure my mate was satisfied. As we shifted closer to change positions, there was a little rattle on the door, and before I could say something the door flung open and Abby poked her head in. "Oh, for fucksake!" She clamored, docking back. "Who does that a few minutes before the arrival of the guests? The King and Queen!" She continued bickering outside.

I slacked behind my mate as we chuckled together, tumbling to the floor. I was still inside her. But we couldn't ignore the fact that my sister was right. We were supposed to be ready by now. At least her.

"We will commence later?" I whispered in her ear, kissing beside her left ear.

She nodded, the sweat glistening on her skin causing me to want to damn the upcoming event and proceed with what we were doing. She was beyond imagination lying with my dick inside her still panting and her pussy still very wet and ready for me.

"I am still waiting!" Abigail hollered.

I rolled my eyes and gently pulled out, taking my mate as I stood down the room to the shower. "You can come in if you want," I said before we entered the bathroom.

I heard the door open and shut. "The entire room reeks of sex!" She complained. "And mother was about to come. Ohmg the poor woman would have swooned if she saw this."

My mate was smiling, and so was I. I was happy to be here and there was nothing the little vixen would say to change that.

"What do you want, Abigail?" I asked from the bathroom.

"Mother is going mad downstairs from the guest that just arrived."

"Which guest?" I had to ask.

"The Vampire King just arrived."

I was out of the bathroom as fast as light. What the fucken hell!

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