Chapter 117 - That’s my good girl

EMMA

I reorganize the cluster of wildflowers in my hands as I get back to the house. I arrange the purple lavender, blue cornflower and white daisies until it looks somewhat like a bouquet.

It seems silly but I’m hoping that the aroma of the different flowers will trigger the unconscious girl to wake up. Werewolves do have an unparalleled sense of smell.

I nearly drop the flowers when I walk into the living room and find Alex and Hadrian arguing at the dining table.

“No, it’s not.” Hadrian grumbles.

“Of course it is,” Alex explains and points to a map on the table.

Hadrian leans towards where she is pointing. He places his arm over the back of her chair. My fingers clutch the flowers tighter at every inch that he moves towards her.

“What is going on?” I ask. Their familiarity between them nags in my chest. It only grows when neither of them answers me. Less than a day ago Alex was swinging her dagger at him.

Hadrian has his full concentration on the map. His brows knit together and he tilts his head. “No, it’s not.”

Alex scoffs and crosses her arms. “Yes, it is.”

There is a tilt at his mouth and shows the start of a smile. I grit my teeth as jealousy in the form of acid bites at my insides. It hurts and the pain overthrows my rationality.

Hadrian looks up, the smile disappears and concern fills his eyes. I refuse to look at him as I turn to the kitchen. I don’t want him to see my emotions.

Hadrian is quicker and traps me in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Let me go.” I snap back.

“Retract those claws, Scarlet,” Alex says with a chuckle.

Hadrian picks me up and spins me around so that I face Alex. My mouth automatically pulls into a deeper scowl.

Alex leans back and rests her elbow on the back of her seat. “I’m not interested in them mutating.”

Hadrian actually chuckles, the low rasp is close to my ear. His amusement makes me more irritated. *I don’t like what’s going on here.*

Hadrian leans down to kiss my shoulder and his nose runs along my temple.

“What happened?” I grimace at the comfort and ease between them. It’s foreign and unnatural. I don’t like being in the dark.

“We talked.” Hadrian runs a thumb between my brows and I look up with a pout.

“That’s it?” It seems too easy and I can’t say that I trust Alex to let go so easily.

Alex chuckles as she casually watches us and holds up a hand. “The whole hairy monster doesn’t get me in the mood.”

She points a hand to her lap. “Seriously, dry as a bone down there.”

I can’t say the same. Hadrian’s eagerness demands my attention. He has completely disregarded any composure as he draws circles over my hip bone and pulls me closer. Every draw of his large fingers increases the pooling heat in my core.

“Where were you going?” Hadrian sniffs at the flowers in my hand.

“I was going to check up on the girl.” I look up and find peace and contentment melting the gold in his eyes.

Hadrian runs a hand through my hair and a thumb over my pouting bottom lip. “I’ll go with you.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You were supposed to sleep, you need sleep.”

“I just need you.”

Alex hurls and rises from the table. “Excuse me, while I throw up.” She moves past us towards the door. “Obviously, I was unaware that the prince was just a lovesick puppy.”

When the door closes, Hadrian reinvigorates his efforts. The pressure of his fingers deepens as they move over my lower stomach.

I arch my back into him when he trails his other hand over my torso. “Hadrian…” My voice is whiny, desperate and delirious. It’s all packed in the breathy moan of his name.

His warm breath sends shivers over my spine. “I’ll go to bed if you come with me.” The rough rasp is filled with temptation and lusty intent.

Hadrian cannot hide his heavy arousal against my back and I don’t want him to. I want to feel good. I want to feed into the desperate desire.

Hadrian kisses down my neck and I open wider for him.

“Okay.”

Hadrian stops and pulls away to look at me. “Thank Goddess.” He spins me around and picks me up. His hands squeeze my backside and he grinds his hard erection against me. He places me on the dining table and kisses a way to my chest.

I bite my lip and hold back a moan. “First I need to go to the infirmary.”

Hadrian growls and pauses with a strained exhale. “Don’t take too long. My cock is so hard that it’s making me light-headed.” His arms vibrate as he pulls away. He sits down on a chair and runs a hand through his hair. His fingers grip hard at the roots and he squeezes a shaking hand over his clothed groin.

“You’re trembling,” I say as I move from the table. Hadrian pulls me towards me until I straddle his lap.

His hands shake when he moves them to my hips and pulls me further down. He starts to rut his erection against my clothed core with a desperate need.

“You have no idea how fucking horny I am, Emma. It’s barbaric and sickening.” He grimaces and his voice is strained and filled with disgust.

The continuous rut builds pleasure in my core. “Sickening?”

Hadrian pushes me up from his lap and I stand back upright.

“Kneel,” Hadrian says and he pops the button of his jeans. The sound of his zipper is loud as he pulls it down. The head of his manhood is enlarged with a purple hue. The swell of the veins is more prominent than usual.

“People could walk in.” The concern is there, but the lust is overpowering the apprehension.

“Emma, kneel.” His command makes me drop to the floor. Hadrian pulls hard at his erection and his abusive movements seem too rough. He looks up at the ceiling as he continues to pump his hand up and down.

There is a desperation in him that I haven’t seen before. It’s frantic and unhinged. I kneel between his legs and cover his hand with mine. He grabs my hand and switches it so that mine is connected to his shaft. He continues the rough pulls that way.

“That’s it, just like that.” Hadrian groans as he finds the rhythm of pleasure.

I pry his hand away with my free hand and take the reign. I lean down and close my lips around the enlarged head.

Hadrian jumps at the sensation. “Fuck, Sweetheart, don’t do that.”

His eyes are dark and bordering black. “I can’t be nice right now.” His concern makes me eager to continue.

“Fuck.” Hadrian drops his head back and holds the back of my head with one hand. His fingers tangle with my hair and tug at the roots.

He starts to move his pelvis up in a repeating motion, hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. “How could I forget, you like being destroyed.”

My air supply is cut off and my mouth and throat resist the intrusion. Every part of my body that repels the invasion is silenced by the parts that love it.

“Having my dick in your throat gets you off.” Hadrian takes full control and settles deep in my throat. “I can fucking smell your soaking pussy.”

He pulses in short movements in and out. “You feel that? How your lungs scream for air and your throat begs for mercy.”

The reflex for survival makes my body pull away from him when my oxygen runs out. But Hadrian's grip on my hair keeps me there. I can’t breathe and tears spring to my eyes. I stop the fight and give him my complete trust.

Hadrian looks down on me with a sinister smile. “That’s my good girl.” He releases me and my lungs heave for air.

Hadrian sits back down and pumps his hand up and down his shaft. “Open up.”

I take him back in my mouth and suck at the swollen head. Hadrian twitches and grabs a handful of my hair. He grunts and his release flows down my throat.

Hadrian watches as I swallow and he hungrily licks his lips. He pulls out and he’s still hard. The hunger in his eyes has not diminished at all. I would say that it only burns brighter.

My core throbs at the need for relief. I climb up his body and kiss him vigorously.

Hadrian engages in the kiss with fervor at first but eventually pulls away. “You better come back quick, I need that pussy of yours.” He circles a thumb around my clit that is covered by jeans.

I moan and blink in confusion. I expected him to throw me on the table again. “You can have it now.”

“I need your complete focus, Sweetheart. I need you to be with me and nowhere else.” Hadrian knows me too well. He realizes that I won’t be able to let go that easily. He leans closer and his lips move against my ear when he talks. "I won’t stop until I’m completely satisfied.”

“What about me?” I say with a pout even though I know Hadrian never leaves me unsatisfied.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll receive plenty.” Hadrian growls and bites my bottom lip.

“But know that your pussy is going to suffer.” The circles become forceful and I ride my pelvis into his hand.

“I can always use my mouth again.”

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I walk into the infirmary with a vase of wildflowers and a selection of different ointments. I’m in a hurry and I increase my step. I’m annoyed with myself that I cannot just let go. Hadrian was right about that.

The part between my legs is aggravated by the lack of stimulation at the moment.

*Just bring the flowers and ointments, and then you can run back to Hadrian. Easy enough.*

I twist the stem of a daisy to turn the flower to the forefront. I look up and find the girl sitting up on the bed. Her hair is washed and shows now the deep auburn color. She’s awake and Doctor Harold is talking to her but her attention turns to me.

The vase slips from my hands and scatters into a million pieces when I look into her electric blue eyes.

I recognize this girl. Her hair, her eyes, everything matches the picture I found in the royal archives months ago.

This is Graciella.