Chapter 34

Helen POV

“I guess there are exceptions, though.”

He undid the string of his pants, letting them fall to the floor but not without brushing his brooding erection that had formed already. He stood at the bedside, slapping my wrist until I pulled my fingers away in disappointment, his lips curving over the fingers that had been drenched in my juices.

He took in the taste as always, regardless of the guard still looming in the doorway.

When he plucked my fingers out of his mouth, satisfied with the taste, he leaned forward, his hand curling against the slit of my sex while he planted a gentle, lingering kiss near my ear.

“I was waiting for you to break at your desires for me,” he panted, gasping when I had found his cock in my grasp. I stroked it wildly but his eyes went dark. “No!”

He was straddling my waist now, pinning both of my hands over my head as he teased my sex through my shorts with his throbbing erection.

“You’re a criminal, remember?” he said with a sly wink. “Criminals have to earn their keep.”

“I’ll earn it then,” I said, arching my hips so they ran rough against his desire. He moaned a noise but kept me pinned all the same. “Whatever you want.”

He sniffled a noise into my throat, licking up the carve of my neck before biting down on my earlobe; hard. I barked a noise, surprised by his power behind the bite, whimpering a noise that I thought would kill my cravings but in some ways, it only heightened the wetness between my thighs.

Justin tipped his nose up, taking in a whiff of the room that now filled with my arousal. “Fuck, little wolf. You’re going to let every wolf in the village know your desire.”

“My desire is yours,” I pleaded, grinding my hips harder against his erection. “All of it, every little bit—please, Justin. Please, take it.”

He was enjoying the begging, the sight of me squirming, fighting even, for a once of relief by his body that was so presumptuous but thankfully well received by the Lycan. He shook his head as I fought, shivering, needing just one orgasm to satisfy my craving. He wouldn’t be satisfied by one, though, I could see it in his eyes.

“Keep your hands up, or I tie them there,” he snarled.

His hands ripped clear trails down my sides, scratching my surface only a little but shredding the silk of my pajamas. I hadn’t even wanted to put them on earlier in the night but I thought it would press down the burning heat I had to be with my Lycan mate.

It didn’t work.

He was brushing off the tatters of my clothes and working at planting little kisses all the way down from my throat to my waist. He was teasing me, my insides taut as they were backed up with an orgasm I should have released long ago.

He knew I was on edge already, molding his time into a villain against my panting moans for freedom of this pleasure. His tongue drug up the length of my fold, my hands immediately finding his hair, pulling it through my fingers and begging for more.

He lifted my waist off of the bed, holding my midsection in the air while my legs folded around his shoulders. He held me there with one hand, the other swinging to strike me straight on my ass. I barked a cry, the hot welt from his palm sending pain through my core.

“Justin!”

“Your hands, little wolf,” he snarled, speaking against my inner thigh. “Move them back.”

I completely forgot his demand from earlier and replaced them accordingly so he could continue. “S—sorry—”

“Such a good little mate,” he growled, the vibration of his words sending waves through my clit.

His tongue pressed harder, working vigorously for the first orgasm, and not slowing until the third. His fingers had slipped into the parade at some point, pressing inside of me rhythmically, sending my body into a fiery heat. It was too late to bat the urge down now.

As a Snow White, my arousal in heat would be sensed for miles and miles away.

This made Justin proud as he dropped my ass back into the mattress, knocking a glance over his shoulder to the brute guard still lingering in the doorway, though his gaze had shifted from ferocity to utter angst. Not even the guard, working at the word of his Alpha King, could resist the scent I was presenting for everyone.

“Heat!” I panted, trembling all over under Justin’s body. “Agh, Justin! Heat!”

“I think announcing it is pointless by now,” he groaned, licking up my waist and centering on my diamond-sharp nipple. “Let’s see how far I can tip you over into orgasm, my darling mate.”

His erection filled me to the brim, overflowing me instantly in release after release until I broke. I couldn’t stand the growling murmurs in the hallway, our door open and inviting for the guards but anytime I feared they would venture too much into the scene, their wolves naturally drawn to my scent in heat, Justin would bark a noise and they would return a step back.

He held his hands over my breasts, his hips pressed so far down into my sex that nothing but the impression of my ass would be seen by someone, if they were brave enough to look. Our scent, our noises, were clear indications that breaking out of this bedroom and starting chaos in the streets were the last things on our minds.

Justin was more powerful than before, and the soreness in my knee had withered away orgasms ago. There was nothing holding us back from insurmountable strength and pleasure. Feeling the two of them swirl together was intoxicating.

“Claws,” Justin snarled.

I took that as permission to move my hands, his head tilted back and his hips ebbing and flowing between my thighs, pressing him further to the edge I had already found and jumped off of--- several times.

I extended my claws onto his shoulders, watching his chest part from mine as I drug them down in symmetrical paths over his pectorals.

Blood peaked through the marks but never fully left the trails I made.

His release came with a brunt throw of his hips, breaking the headboard against the wall, a painting falling somewhere nearby and glass shattering against the tile floors.

“You’re magnificent,” Justin snarled, collapsing overtop of me without care of pulling himself free of my soaking wet, warm and sticky tunnel. He glances up, resting his chin against the curve of my breast. He took in a deep inhale and smiled, satisfied. “Your heat made the guards leave their post.”

I blushed at the thought of them, along with the rest of the pack, sensing my heat.

“Enjoyable and beneficial,” he purred. “We have work to do that can’t be done with them lingering around.”

I nodded, catching my labored breath. “Of course. Where do we start?”

“We need to find out who framed you first,” he said dutifully.

“Then what do we do?”

“We make them pay for it, of course.”