Maurice.
"Werewolves and Lycans are never a good match, Maurice! Stay away from that boy before he ruins your life! Or before everyone from the pack finds out you’ve been frolicking with the enemy and brands you as a traitorous whore for it!" My mother yelled at , her wooden spatula waving in the air as she glared right at .
This has been our dynamic for the past four months. It has been the only song she sang around the house ever since that first ti she caught with Ragnar at the back of our old house.
And do you know what makes matters even worse? The fact that I had been betrothed to no one else but Malakai.
Outgoing sweet Malakai who had the entire world waiting at his feet. The golden boy of Stormborn pack who was destined for great things!
He was only twenty but had managed to secure his position as the Beta of our pack, and that was nothing in comparison to his fa... his wealth... his status and the great fortune that would bring to my barely surviving family.
While Malakai and I were betrothed, Ragnar for so weird reason was my mate. But how could I ever bring myself to tell that to my mother and the people of our pack?
How could I ever explain to her that the scrawny wretched boy with long silver hair and weird purple eyes that glead in the sun was destined to be mine from the very beginning?
How could I even tell her that I love him?
My hands fisted into my skirt shook as I looked into her enraged eyes, my breath coming in rough pants as I whispered; "mom please..."
"He’s a Lycan and do you know what that would cause?!"
"Mom I know but please..." I tried again, my voice breaking when she shook her head at .
"I would expose your illicit affair with him to everyone if you don’t quit it and break up with him! Trust !" She barked, and I instantly knew that she wasn’t bluffing.
I knew because I could see it in her eyes. I could feel it in the way she regarded with such open contempt.
She didn’t hate , no. However, she hated what my affair could make us lose.
She hated that I was the one thing holding her from achieving greatness.
And she hated him, with a burning passion!
Tears fell down my face at the thought of doing life without the man I loved, but because I knew how pointless it was to argue with my mother, I turned and left the kitchen.
My heart was literally in my mouth as I went up the rickety stairs leading to my room, and upon entering...
My breath hitched.
Why?
Because the sa Ragnar was on my bed, sprawled on the small furniture like he owned the place. His wide mouth spread into a smile when he saw , and even though he hadn’t said a word to yet, I knew that he’d overheard everything my mom had said downstairs.
By the gods, I wanted to run into his waiting arms. I wanted to lt into his embrace and cry out the content of my heart. But for so reason, I could not. And that is because sowhere deep down, I already knew that we had no future.
That this was only fleeting.
That no matter what we do, I’d still end up with Malakai.
He sat up quickly, his voice soft as he said the words; "Run away with ." And due to how sudden that felt, my heart began to pound in my chest.
And bloody hades, maybe I wanted to.
Gosh, only the heavens knew how much I would die to elope with him.
But I could not.
I was the only one my mother had. Our family owed the Blackthornes a debt that was too huge to forgo. If I leave now then my mom would be forced to repay the debt... and I do not know how she would be made to do that.
I shook my head. "You don’t an that."
"Oh, but I do." He answered quickly. "I can take you wherever you want to—"
"With your old bicycle and the few pennies in your back pocket." I answered, imdiately cutting him off.
Ragnar pulled himself away from the bed and walked up to , his hands cupping my face as he whispered; "You are so clueless, it’s almost cute."
I licked my lips when his touch sent sparks of electricity running up my spine. But I said nothing.
"Do you wish to co with ?" He asked, and this ti, I knew that I should say yes but I didn’t.
I shook my head instead. "No."
"Oh,"
"But I want you to kiss ." I said softly, finally resigning my fate to believe that this was all we were... all we could ever be.
His eyes flashed wickedly as soon as I said those words and in an instant his lips were descending on mine, claiming in a way no man could ever do.
He laced his fingers in my hair as he pulled flush against his chest and I could out moan wantonly when I felt his bulge pressing against my stomach.
Minutes passed and our kiss turned into heated caress... and before I knew it, I was stripped down to nothing with my arms wrapped around his neck while my legs were enclosed around his waist.
When he led to my bed, I was willing... compliant.
And when he plunged into for the first ti, I imdiately knew that no man could ever make feel this way ever again.
His manhood was thick and veiny, stretching wide with each thrust. And I thrashed, moving with abandon when he would pull out only to plunge back into until his cock was settling sowhere between my hilt and my soul.
His mouth was everywhere, kissing everything in its wake and painting the length of my body with the hottest sloppiest kisses ever known to man.
And goddess, I wanted to die. I wanted to dissolve into a poodle, lt into his soul and never be separated from him ever again.
Each thrust felt like it was reaching into my soul and engraving his na into my heart.
I clawed at his skin, thrashed, writhed, moaned... God, I even cried when it felt too much. When I felt like he was about to stretch so wide, I could tear.
A few minutes went by and then suddenly, I began to feel him increasing in size inside of . He swelled so much that I could no longer handle him, and just when I was beginning to think that I would soon burst from all the sensations, he ca. Heavily. Filling with his seed so much that so of them dripped between my thighs and onto the bed.
I thought that him orgasming and following next was enough until he flipped around in such a way that my chest was pressed against the bed. With his hands, he pulled my hips upward, making it such that my anus and vagina were exposed to him.
And guess what?
He took . Again and again.
He plunged into with so much force, and so deep that my moans tore through the quiet house.
And a second later...
My mother kicked the door open!
Her eyes widened when she saw on all fours with Ragnar pumping his dick into from behind.
My breath hitched when my eyes t hers and I froze. But for so reason, I didn’t want Ragnar to pull out of . I didn’t want him to stop.
He probably felt the sa way too because after the initial shock of seeing my mother that made him freeze for a nanosecond, he fell back into rhythm and continued to pump harder... deeper... faster.
His cock was driving all the way to my hilt, only to pull back and then repeat the motion all over again.
And at this point, my legs were quaking. Incoherent words were slipping past my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut when an electric kind of buildup began to accumulate around my abdon and I fisted my hands into the bedsheets, crying as I begged for more and more... and more...
Until I exploded.
And then a second later, the haze around my head cleared just enough to see my mom sprawled on the floor with her eyes wide open and her body stiff.
She was not breathing... she was not moving either and then it finally dawned on that she had died from the shock.
That I had killed her.
A loud cry tore out from the back of my throat as I fell to my knees, and as I cried, I couldn’t help but curse myself for being so stupid. So greedy...
—And now, I was left as the only one who could pay back the Blackthorne family’s debt.
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