Chapter 70

Oh, God. He’s not asking for it. 
Uh-huh.
No. 
If I think that it is so bad to have to beg him for my release, why did I get even wetter with his dirty words?  
Before I can say I will never beg for it, Ethan parts my pussy lips and takes a long lick of my pussy. 
“Ohhhh! Please, Ethan,” I beg right away. “Please!” 
“What do you need?”
“I need you! Please play with my clit. Do whatever you want. I just need your touch.” 
His tongue licks my clit again, and I whimper. “It’s been so long since I fucked you. You’re starved for my touch, aren’t you?” 
He teases my clit with his so so good tongue, flicking it lightly as he drives two fingers into my pussy. “Yes! Ahh!” 
God. How am I so close already?
“You can come, Little Dove. Come for me now. Let me taste you.”
I clench around his fingers, leaning forward with the motion. Then I take the opportunity of the closeness to take the head of his cock in my mouth again. Yum! His cock is so silky smooth. So damn warm. I run my hand up and down his shaft, my mouth taking more of him in.  
But then I just stop abruptly to moan because Ethan’s two fingers pressed into my pussy start making a ‘come here’ motion while he bites and sucks my clit. I moan loudly around his cock. The feeling of his fingers massaging my G-spot is too much. Next thing I know, I’m tilting my head back and screaming out. 
My cries only egg him on more. He doesn’t stop as I continue in the bliss of my orgasm. He parts my bottom cheeks to gain more access. Oh, yes! My thighs, cushioning his ears, begin to shake. He licks over and over against my swollen nub until my body convulses above him. 
Finally, my body grows limp and relaxes against him, my head on his lower stomach.
“There you go,” Ethan says with triumph, running one of his hands up and down my ass. “Now, you can’t complain that you didn’t come this time.”
As his words sink in, I giggle, remembering that I threw that in his face when I met him again. “Yep, you’re right! That was...” I blow out a breath. “Wow!”
“You are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, Little Dove. Especially when you come,” he muses, lazily massaging my ass. 
His hard cock twitches near my face. “I’ll make you come too, just give me a sec to catch my breath, and I’ll happily suck this cock.”
Ethan laughs. “Now off you go,” he says, ignoring what I just said and slapping my ass to get me moving. “I’m going to feel good once I am inside this sweet pussy.”  
He easily shifts me until I’m lying on my back, my head resting on the pillow where his head was. I lay there and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. I feel his hands squeezing my breasts. Then I feel him kissing his way down my neck to my breasts. I moan his name, feeling his mouth kissing and biting my nipples before he licks, soothing them.  
I open a satisfied grin, and let my head fall to the side then I open my eyes and look at him. Good Lord, the look in his dark eyes is pure fire.  
I let out a squeal as Ethan’s hands grab my thighs the next second and pull me close to him. He already has protection on his cock. For how long were my eyes shut? I gasp for breath as his fingers touch my slick clit. Lord, I’m so wet! I moan, and before I know it, the thick length of his cock is pushing inside me.
“Oh, Ethan!”
“Fuck! You’re tight!”
I spread my legs as he slowly moves his fat cock back and forth. “You’re so fucking tight! I’m afraid I might not last long.” Ethan inches more inside of me. I give a guttural moan.
He leans in close, resting his forearms on each side of me. I hug him, feeling his warm, bare skin against mine. He pulls back and thrusts deep. Each deep thrust reaches my G-spot, and it feels amazing. He keeps his movements slow to begin with. Then faster. Harder. 
I smell him, rubbing my face against his skin. I don’t know what got into me, but again, I want to desperately kiss Ethan’s neck right where it met his shoulder. And then I want to bite it down. A little hard, if I’m being honest. But I don’t do it. Instead, I press my face against it.
My hips begin to rise to meet him, and it seems to be a sign for him because he starts going a little harder, a little faster. It feels so good to be so close to him like this. So intimate. 
Suddenly, I feel Ethan’s thumb against my tender clit. “Come again, Little Dove. Let me hear you scream.” 
“What? No! I can’t!” I hush to say, panting. “I’m being serious, Ethan! I don’t think that’s possible. I can’t!”
“One more, Little Dove. You give me one more before I come.”
I hug his waist tight, and my teeth clench as a fierce sense of climax plows through my body. Too much. Too much! 
I moan loudly. “Oh, Ethan! Please!” 
“That’s it. I know you have it.”
I’m too sensitive. I can’t go there again. Right?
Am I really going to have another orgasm? 
“Oh, God!” As he moves faster, I figure maybe I can.
My knees weaken around his hips, tremors wracking through my body as he thrusts into my core, fucking me into another rolling orgasm. “No, no,” I cry out. It’s somehow even more intense than the first two. A tear slides down my cheek as my pussy clenches around his thick cock. 
The third wave makes my whole body tighten as I reach that cliff and dive over it. I’m gasping for breath, panting. My head thrashes back and forth as he keeps thrusting his way inside me. 
I let out a noise that shocks me. The noise is part pain but mostly pleasure. 
“Fuck! That’s beautiful! You’re so perfect for me! You feel so good,” Ethan says before he leans slightly down his head and kisses me. Yet, he doesn’t stop. His thrusts are strong. They are deep. So deep!
My body continues to tremble after my mind has returned. He gives two more thrusts, and then, with a triumphant groan, he comes, throwing his head back. I see the muscles in his neck tighten as he finds his release. Satisfaction swirled through me. I lay in a happy daze.
Ethan lays by my side seconds later after he discards the condom and wipes my pussy clean with a washcloth. “Told you could do it,” Ethan breathes, and then he laughs a full-bellied laugh. Although I think it’s impossible, I feel my heart getting lighter with the sound. 
I smile at him, and then I roll to my side and unceremoniously shove my leg on top of his. “That was so good,” I murmur, tracing my fingers over his firm chest. He chuckles. 
For a moment, we lie in silence, both of us trying to catch our breath. I look around, taking a deep breath. Ethan’s bedroom is unsurprisingly very clean, but it also smells just like him. It gives me the same comfort I feel when I smell his scent. Peace. Protection.
Even though I feel an ache tightening in my throat every time I smell it. Because this smell somehow reminds me of my old home, and that reminds me of my family. Except now I don’t feel like I’m going to die just thinking about them, but I somehow associate it with when they were alive, and we were happy.
Ethan keeps his hand over his face for a moment.
I bury my face against his broad chest with my clasped hands tucked under my chin. “Az and I will be safe here... right?” I ask hesitantly, suddenly feeling the weight of my situation.
“Of course you will, Little Dove,” Ethan assures me, looking intently into my eyes with a stern face. “As long as you follow all my rules.” 
I open a tiny smile. “You like rules, huh?” 
“Rules keep you safe. Rules keep everyone safe. They foster order and control.” 
God, he sounds so bossy. My smile widens. “Everyone here sees you as a leader, and you are that to them. Their Alpha... Being a leader suits you perfectly, then.” 
Ethan’s eyes linger on the closed bedroom window as if he can see everyone outside this mansion right now. His lips form a smirk. “I like protecting them. I don’t like when my people are in danger.” 
“Your people?” 
“The citizens of Blackmoon.” Ethan’s face turns unreadable. “They are my people. My family.” 
I stare up at him. “That is... a huge burden to take on, Ethan. It’s good you think of them that way, but you’re not responsible for everyone—” 
“I’m their Alpha. Of course, I am! It’s my job to keep everyone safe.” 
If anyone else declared themselves like that, I would say their ego is only outdone by his arrogance. But I’ve been here long enough to know that he and the Blackmoon people believe this wholeheartedly. I still haven’t rejected the fact that it can be a cult in disguise. The similarity between these people and this place and a cult is something you can’t ignore.
“How do you sleep at night if you really believe you’re responsible for keeping the whole community safe?” I ask in a whisper. “And at the end of the day, people are responsible for themselves. You can’t control everyone, Ethan.” 
“I can, and I do. You’ve lived in Blackmoon for a while now. You’re telling me you haven’t figured out the way things are run?” He arches an eyebrow, still not meeting my eyes. “Everyone follows me because they know I will protect them. Just like I will protect you and Az. It’s a promise I made to you.”
Well, I’ve noticed. I constantly hear people muttering threats to bring Ethan into the picture whenever things don’t go their way. The other day, I caught the owner of a little clothing store near the school pacing behind the counter, papers clutched in her hands. She was talking to herself, muttering that If that old man doesn’t pay up by next month, she’ll have to call Alpha Ethan to handle it. It’s not just about protection. It seems like they believe Ethan can solve just about any problem, no matter how small or personal. There’s a quiet reverence in the way they speak his name as if invoking a force that’s both protector and enforcer. It’s as if Ethan is the answer to every question and the solution to every dilemma, a figure they rely on to keep order and settle disputes around here.
“Thank you, Ethan,” I say before confessing. “I also love the way people in this community look out for each other. The men especially watch over the women and children. The couples here, even the elderly ones, seem like they are soul mates. I’ve never seen anything like that before. I’d hate to leave this place.” 
He opens a tiny smile. “We take care of our own. Even though I ensure their safety.” 
I can’t help but ask, “And that doesn’t weigh you down?” 
“No, not at all. It’s what I need. The pressure doesn’t bother me. In fact, I don’t feel right without it,” Ethan confesses. “It’s who I am.”  
*Their Alpha*. I can see that’s what he is. Ethan is a strong, good man. A principled one. 
With honor. 
He wouldn’t bend or break or leave me or anyone here when the going got tough. I can feel it.
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and enjoying our silence. Minutes later, an insatiable hunger hits me, so I drag myself up and start to get dressed. My stomach’s grumbling has reached a level that’s not just audible, it’s downright embarrassing.  
“Where are you going?” Ethan asks, getting up too.
I glance at his naked body, almost drooling. “I-I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get something for us to eat.”
“I can get someone to bring it.”
“No! No need. I’ll go quickly.” 
As soon as I put on my loose shirt, Ethan pulls me quickly towards him and presses a strong kiss to my lips that catches me off guard before he releases me with a smack to my ass. 
Ethan growls. “Be fast!” he says with lust in his eyes.
I moan. I want to tell him to have his wicked way with me again and again, that I’m his to command and to dominate. Forget the food! 
Yet, I swallow all this neediness and go on my way because I remember that this relationship will lead nowhere in the end. While Ethan is the most amazing lover I’ve had, in tune with my body and my desires, he also said I am his second choice, and I will always be that to him. Ethan isn’t my forever.

🐺 🐺 🐺
***Alpha Ethan***

I stare at Alicent’s ass as she hushes to get out of my bedroom. Her light golden hair sways around her waist like liquid sun rays. 
I’d to calm myself and breathe through clenched teeth to avoid inhaling her intoxicating scent throughout the entire time together. I had to always remind myself that she was human and I needed to be careful.
I snatch my robe from the chair by the window. I like Little Dove like that. Tasting like me. I smirk. I want her to walk around with me on her lips all the time now so everyone would know she is mine. 
‘Getting a little ahead of yourself, human,’ Kral points out.
‘I mean, *temporarily*.’ I say, and he snorts. 
‘Of course, temporarily.’
Minutes later, as I’m stepping out of the bathroom, sharp knocks echo from my bedroom door.
“What?” I bark a bit too aggressively.
It can’t be Little Dove because she knows she doesn’t need to knock. When I swing the door open, to my surprise, I find her son standing there, his small frame stiff.
“I smelled my mother in this direction,” the little boy says, a deep frown creasing his face. “But that would be impossible, right? She wouldn’t be in your room.” His eyes narrow as he peers past me, arms crossed tightly across his chest. “Where’s my mother?”