Chapter 92

92 iv. Favours

Her whole body trembled from his touch. She felt her mind melt as he caused her another mind-blowing orgasm.

He grunted and breathed into her mouth and sucked her tongue, all the while thrusting hard inside her core.

She clung to him and closed her eyes as another wave of ecstasy hit her, this time with him shuddering on top of her as his weight crushed her frame.

When he finally released his seeds inside her womb, she was shaking like a leaf as she whispered his name over and over.

It took a while for her to come back to her senses, but when it dawned on her, she nearly wept. For how can she possibly tell him what has been spoken between her and their grandmother?

He rolled beside her and pulled her in a hug, her shaking legs intertwined with his as he lazily left a peck on her cheek. She bit her lower lip as she tried to come up with words.

“That was a blast, my queen. You seem to be more passionate than the last,” he teased her, obviously with no clue as to what she was about to say.

She sat up and looked at the window, the first snow falling on the barely covered pavement. She stood and walked towards the veranda, draping her robe as she looked outside.

He immediately followed her, securing his robe likewise, and caging her in his arms. It was so easy to forget it all, the conversation she and the family’s matriarch had, no one had to know.

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“It is going to get cold here soon, my queen. The first snow has fallen,” he held her from behind and kissed her nape.

She sighed when she felt his lips on her skin, such has always been his effect on her. She wondered which option to choose. Should she even tell him about it or should she be the one to decide?

“What’s bothering you? I have noticed since earlier. I tried to distract you but you seem to be focused on something else even until now. Tell me, is there something I should know?” his voice was calm but she felt cornered.

It must be guilt from keeping it away from him for weeks. But how was she supposed to open up to him about what happened and what she has decided upon when it will surely drive him mad?

“Have you talked to the council?” she started to nudge in the direction.

“Why do you have to kill the mood with that?” he answered her, pouting as he tried to evade the question.

“They say there is no better timing when asking a favor from men, than right after sex,” she tried to joke but it sounded even sadder than saying it outright.

“What others are you saying, noona? Have you forgotten there is no other man for you but me? Only ask favors from me,” he pressed a kiss on her nape, making her sigh again, the familiar comfort making her wish she can postpone what she had to say.

“Will it be fine to ask a favor from the only man I’m allowed to know?” she laughed bitterly, the sound of her voice painfully raw, making him hug her tighter.

“Anything. Anything at all,” he assured her, turning her to face him as he looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure about that?” she looked away, unable to gaze into his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked her again, worry sinking deep inside him as she continued to speak to him in riddles.

“Have you spoken with the council of elders?” she asked him again, earning a frown from him.

“Yes, I have,” he answered her halfheartedly. He would rather not have brought up the topic.

“What did they say about us? What did they say about our desire to marry?” she pushed the discussion further despite his resistance.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I will marry you no matter their opinion,” he cupped her cheeks and claimed her lips.

She pushed him away and stared into his eyes, “How can I not care about their opinion? A word from them can already stir up uprising, a rebellion amongst your own people.”

“I don’t care about that. I really don’t. Whether it results in me being deposed as the alpha or the whole pack turning its back on me, I do not care. For as long as I have you here. As long as I have you by my side, I will be fine,” he caressed her cheek as he looked at her sincerely.

“And what of me? Have you thought how I would feel if you were to lose everything all just because of me? And what of your safety, do you not even care about putting yourself in danger?!” her voice raised as she punched his chest, her emotions making her eyes tear up.

“Enough, please...” he caught her fists and trapped her behind the railings of the balcony.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me directly what is it you want to ask from me. Rather than hurting yourself this way, just tell me and I shall do it,” he pressed a kiss on her forehead as her shoulders began to shake. Sobs escaped from her lips, making her feel even more pathetic.

“You have to take another as your luna,” she barely whispered the words but he heard it clearly.

In that split second, she felt the world stop as his fingers gripped her shoulders and his jaw clenched. His eyes were cold and his lips twitched into an evil smile, mocking her for what she just said.

“What did you say?” his voice was filled with unspoken threat as he forced her to look at him, holding her chin almost painfully so.

“I said, you must marry another,” she forced out the words. There is no use backing out now, even he won’t rest until the matter is settled.

“Take another wife?” he hissed, pressing his body even closer to her. She felt caged as fear enveloped her heart.

“Yes, you must marry another. A luna amongst your pack or one amongst your allies,” her voice broke as she spoke the words.

“Are you out of your mind?” he mocked her, his voice cold as ice.

“No, I am not. It is the only way to prevent an uprising,” she begged him, her eyes glistening with tears as he looked like she had just committed a crime.

“This is your solution? Giving me away to some wench?” he laughed bitterly, making her cry even more.

“Why are you so cruel, noona? Ever since childhood I have been chasing you, and now that I have finally caught up, you wanted to give me away,” his hands were cupping her cheeks, his fingers indenting on her soft skin as he whispered the words.

“It is not like that. I never wanted that to happen. I won’t leave too. I will never leave you,” she begged the gods for him to listen, but even she knew how impossible it will be to convince him.

“Then what will you be to me if not my designated mate? If not my wife, what title will you have? And our children, you will rather have them called bastards?” he asked her, each question ringing through her ears, making breathing difficult for her.

“I will be anything you want me to be, I will be anything as long as I can stay by your side,” she clung to him desperately as he crushed his lips against hers.

“You don’t know what you ask of me. You have no idea what is to come if I were to listen to this insanity,” he warned her, his breathing rasped and deep as he leaned closer.

“Believe me, I know. I understand all the consequences,” he kissed her deeply again, shutting her up.

“Say no more of this. I do not have the patience to hear this preposterous request of yours. I can’t do it. No matter how you say it, I can not do it. If you don’t want me wringing the neck of the person who put those ideas in your head, then shut up,” his voice was filled with malice as he pinned her against the baluster.

“But there is no way, you must listen to me. Please at least consider being reasonable,” he claimed her lips before she can finish what she was trying to say.

“You call that being reasonable? I can not see any reason behind what you want me to do. You want me to take another woman, marry her, and all the while discarding you and tramping upon your honor. Tell me, how is that sane to you?” he lifted her and wrapped her legs on his hips while his arm supported her back.

“What are you trying to do?” she asked, bewildered at his actions.

“Fucking you until you regain sanity. I’ll fuck your mind up, and marry you that way if I need to, noona,” he whispered, his cruel voice making her whimper as he held into her shoulder and slammed her down into his cock.

She whimpered as he cruelly punished her with each forceful thrust that drove her insane. She embraced him tightly as his ragged breathing filled the air.

Soon all has been forgotten as their bodies intertwined and rocked in a rhythm that is only known to them both.

Their bodies held each other as their robes fluttered under the night. Moans of pleasure filled the air as he took her over and over to the brink of ecstasy.

When they finally feel sated and spent, it was when they realized it has gotten cold, snowflakes lay on the ground and even some crowned their hair.

He teased her about being the ice queen and she bit his lips playfully for that. She clung to his neck and snuggled into his arms as he carried her back to their room.

Their argument for now forgotten or simply just stashed away. The problem with moments like this is how they clouded their mind momentarily. It is like placing a band-aid on top of a wound, a mere temporary solution.

As the scene blurred, the woman wakes, with unsettled emotions playing with her own consciousness.