Chapter 120

Helen POV

I had washed myself of the blood, cleaned the room that had gone through an unforeseen fight earlier tonight. Justin was with Randy still, so I shifted through the closet until I could find something sexy to wear.

It was only Justin’s clothes, which made sense, but I did find some dresses he must have had brought here for me to wear through the various celebratory events. I couldn’t see myself wearing nay of those hideous gowns but did find a bright red and lace thong and bra.

I slipped into the dazzling, ruby set and stood in the middle of the room, anxiously awaiting my mate. The marks on my shoulders hurt from the last few days but I knew they would feel so much better soon.

So would my heart. And my wolf. And my mate.

I could hear Justin coming from down the hall, his long, tired, and heavy steps echoing through my eardrums on repeat.

When he came around the doorway, his head was down, his eyes on the floor, until he spotted nothing but my bare feet and rose his focus up my body.

He twitched, his body solid like the erection that instantly pressed into his zipper. He loved seeing me like this, waiting for him, and I loved the dirty, desperate way it made me feel.

He shut the door, locking it slow behind his back before he tore off his shirt and scattered the buttons on the floor. “Come here now and turn around.”

I did as he asked, bending forward a little so he could enter me in his favorite position, but instead he grabbed my wrists and slapped a couple tight, painful plastic ties around them. I panted, shocked, my wrists tightly bound before I could stop him.

His hands brushed down my backside, toying with the thong and sliding his fingers under my crest, slipping his fingers into my sexual folds, and finding it warm and wet and waiting in expectation manner.

I could tell he was smiling without even having to look at him. He kept me partially bent, one hand exploring the deepest, wettest part of my sex while the other hand was daring to toy with my ass.

He hovered his thumb over my tight hole and I panted, partially begging in denial, and partially in desperation.

“Undress,” I panted.

He slammed his palm against my ass and caused a hiss from my lips. “You don’t tell me what to do, mate. Never.”

I nodded but pulled from his fingers. When I turned, he was sucking his fingertips all the way down to his knuckles. He looked at me coldly and tasted my juices on his fingers without shame.

I walked toward the couch and he finally obliged, following me and dropping out of his pants on the way. He sat back, naked and relaxed, hands stroking his ready, building cock at the sight of me.

I made the move to climb into his lap and he took that as permissible to his likeness of this evening. He brushed his fingertips across my clit and yanked my thong out of the way, clearing the only thing in his way.

Sliding his cock into my sex was exhilarating and familiar. He lazily held onto my hips, setting the certain pace and the slow, sure rub of our sex together. I panted, tipping my head back in ecstasy, when his palm came to my throat.

I gasped and my eyes went wide, his hand yanking me forward while I still writhed against his reception inside of me. He gritted his teeth and snarled a growl I could tell was from his Lycan.

“You will look at me,” he snapped. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

He released me a little harder than necessary and sat back, enjoying the movements I made in his favorable lap. He held up his index finger in a second and his claw came out. My sex got tighter at the sight of it.

He hummed in pleasure, the feeling of my tightness and wetness threating to send him into spiral.

He brought the claw lightly against my threat like a horrific taunt, but drug it over my surface carefully, heading South, and not scratching me deep enough to bleed mercifully.

He cut the center of my bra off and my breasts popped free and on display for him. He began moving his hips upright more, grinding into my sex harder and deeper and better.

So much better…

I aimed to speed up and his hands stopped me, slowing my pace to an agonizing speed.

“You go at the tempo that I want,” he said in domination.

I nodded and hissed, “yes, Alpha.”

“You feel amazing, little wolf. Do you know that?”

I nodded again but couldn’t speak this time. Everything felt alive in my blood and his cock pleased me in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I threatened to come soon but I knew he wouldn’t let it be that easy.

I slowed my pace a bit more, biting back an orgasm. A tear fell down my cheek as I fought with all my might not to come.

“You’re crying,” Justin said, rather fleeting in empathy. “You must really want to come, baby.”

“Yes, Alpha. I do. I really—really do…”

“Why won’t you, then?”

“I want—want you to—to come, Alpha.”

He grinned much more now than ever before—since the moment I stabbed him in the back. His hands moved harder on my hips and if my wrists weren’t bound, I would push them away.

He was speeding up, drilling into my sex harder and faster and deeper.

I panted and moaned, keeping his eyes locked in mine, and begged incoherently for more and more until I felt like I would explode in orgasm. He bit his lip and used his hips to pick himself up out of the couch, pumping me recklessly.

I could smell the bit of blood that had dried on my back from earlier, but I no longer felt the sting of the scratches. It was as though they went away and I was thankful, but I wanted to be in this movement with my mate forever.

He dug harder to find my pleasurable point and in a single, thrusting throw of his cock, he hit the spot deepest inside of me that sent shivers through my body and mind.

I broke on his lap, unbalanced with my hands tied behind me.

“Agh!” I panted, seeing static and light and color in a new way.

Justin picked me up of his lap and threw me over the table by the couch, bending me over the edge of the table and lining up behind me. I shivering, wet come drooling down my inner thigh.

“You want me to come, mate?” he growled.

I nodded in hard agreement, spreading my legs wider to signal such acceptance. “Y—Yes p—please!”

“Look at you, little wolf,” he purred, laughing through his words. “You’re shaking and coming still, and you want me to do it to you more? Are you sure you can take it? You’re so weak.”

“I am not weak!”

He slammed his palm against my ass and I cried out, feeling the sharp sting of a place he has already spanked tonight. I bet my lip and my fingers interlocked behind my back. I was spread so wide I was practically squatting.

“More, Alpha.”

He knelt behind me, his erection running up the innermost part of my thigh. “I will give you more, mate. I just know if I have you tonight, my Lycan will have you tomorrow.”

My heart leapt in thought. “Good,” I replied, unsure if that was true or not.

If his Lycan mates with me in this form, I could get pregnant. I can’t imagine Justin wanting to do that with our relationship still on the rocks, but I wasn’t going to question it now.

His erection pressed into my tight, awaiting asshole and I groaned into the table. I shivered, biting back a scream, feeling his length and girth thrust harder into my ass.

His movement was fluid and quick and hot.

And so very dirty and attractive.

“Fuck, little wolf,” he growled, already on edge again. “Agh!” He came at once, filling me deeply, and I fell off the table, still bound and sweaty. He was already standing over me, restoking the fire of his erection. He smiled proudly at my state. “We’re not done tonight.”