Chapter 75

Helen POV

“Not done yet, little wolf,” Justin snapped.

He pulled my hips over his lap, forcing me to sit on the entire length of his prodding erection. I almost fell back in pleasure, my drenching wet folds wrapped perfectly around his arousal.

He held me by my ass, pushing me and rocking me against him, pulling for every ounce of pleasure I had left inside my core. It hurt so good that I came in the first five minutes.

Sucking him off got me halfway there, anyways.

I loved being owned by my mate and pleasing him was enough to spark an orgasm. Justin didn’t move me though, he didn’t want this to end.

I lapped my hips over his pelvis with the beat of the bass in the music. It was magical and wet and so much. Too much, in fact, that I let out a scream in relief as he fished another orgasm out of me.

“Justin,” I panted, bouncing on his shaft with no end in sight.

We were in a club, surrounded by humans just on the other side of the velvet curtain, but he wasn’t going to stop on that account. He spanked me, grabbed my throat and maneuvered me, my back pressed into the couch so he could ram his hips into me endlessly.

“Alpha, Alpha,” I panted, crying for another orgasm.

He grinned with my pleas, burying himself into my core. His roughness was seen but not refuted. I didn’t feel the need to stop his savageness. I wanted more of it. It was all of our angers and irritations finally coming to a head in his brutal movements.

I dared to scream, to release the sweet cum against his cock, and he finally left it as the last one.

He kissed my throat, pulling my breasts free so he could make out with my nipples. I rattled with a satisfaction I’ve never known. Knowing that Scott was dead kind of added to that pleasure.

Our biggest and worst enemy was finally over with.

Justin stood up, adjusting his pants back over his thick arousal.

I shuddered as he watched me rearrange my dress, licking his lips while I fell back in exhaustion, my legs still shaking from my last orgasm.

“I love fucking you,” Justin snarled, pushing his hair back as he drank me down in sight. “You’re the perfect mate.”

I bit my lower lip, still rattled with my overstimulated senses to calm down.

“I love it too, Justin,” I breathed. I slid my fingers over my wet sex, toying with him a little more.

He gave me a cautious look. “You can’t handle another, Helen.”

Joy howled in my head.

“I want you to fuck me, Justin,” I purred. “In Lycan form.”

His eyes went wide. His smile had grown into a firm, furious frown. Just when I thought we could finally relax and be happy, he swatted my hand away from the middle of my thighs and put his face in mine.

I swallowed. His mood shifted so quickly it was hard to track.

“Never say that again,” he bit.

My nerves ran on fumes, his hands gripping my wrists a little tight. I parted my knees, my arousal leashing at his nostrils, pulling for his focus and attention. But still, he scolded me.

“Never, Helen. Never say that to me. I will not hurt you like that.”

Even though he had scared me enough to think twice about what I said in my heat, I still thought of the idea. I liked Justin’s Lycan form. My wolf and his Lycan would mate one day, but Lycan’s are built differently than wolves.

Besides the claws and fur on half his body, he was still pretty much similar to his mortal stature.

He released my jaw, frustrated with me after such a fun night we just had together. I didn’t want to argue, but we had just fucked in a human nightclub! Now he’s uptight with sex?

I pouted, considering the risk of my words.

“I still want you to try, Justin!”

He turned, furiously throwing a glass across the curtained room. His eyes were red.

His Lycan wanted free. He wanted to mate with me.

The only person not onboard with the idea was Justin.

To tempt my mate, I spread my knees and went back to stroking my slick sex. I brough my other hand to my breasts, rolling my nipples through my fingers. He was drooling, his teeth morphed into fangs and his eyes hard on my sight.

His Lycan wanted what I wanted.

It wasn’t wrong, exactly. Our forms are just extensions of ourselves. I am a wolf and he is a Lycan, it’s impossible to ignore that one day, our other forms would mate together one day. So why was it so wrong for me to take his Lycan while I was still in his body?

He turned his back, vibrating hard as he fought himself.

“I said stop it, Helen!”

I touched myself more, harder, crying out in an attempt at seduction.

He turned so quick that I missed it, crossing the small section of our velvet curtained room. his hands were claws, his body fighting his Lycan from coming out more. He put a hand around my jaw, pinning my head back and poking his nails into my skin.

I whimpered, the feeling more possessively harsh than it was lovingly kind.

His teeth were fangs and I at last shut my knees, hanging onto his wrists as he kept me still under his unshifted form. He fought his Lycan, fought me, too, and I could see him unravel.

“If my Lycan had his way with you,” he sneered, “you would bleed, Helen. My Lycan is ruthless and I can’t control him. He will hold you down and not stop until he’s finished.”

I shuddered with his threatening words.

“I am far too strong in that form to mate with you in this one,” he added. “it would hurt you too much to ever try. I won’t allow it.”

I nodded to appease him, gasping when he finally pulled away. I had tears in my eyes, little puncture marks of blood on my chin and jaw where his claws scratched me. He was already close to shifting into his Lycan form.

He was also pissed off at his Lycan form for agreeing with my suggestion.

I hung my head and wet as I had turned such a fun, relaxing night into something it wasn’t supposed to be. We left the nightclub in silence.

The drive back was agonizingly quiet but at least my jaw had healed. I was happy to be home to True Mates pack and I walked straight home and threw myself into the shower. Justin didn’t join me. I was thankful for that.

I peered out the window, wrapped in my towel, seeing him on the porch talking with Randy on the swing. My mate was still rattling in ferocity. We have done a lot of chaotic sex before, so why was this any different?

I felt slighted by him, and a bit scared of him too, worried that my simple suggestion was enough for him to want to reject me. I didn’t like when Justin went cold to me in the past. I couldn’t handle it again. He’s my mate!

Why was he being so unreasonable!?