Chapter 47: I WAS ON CLOUD NINE

Elena Evans

I came.

My moans were high-pitched and uncontrolled as he brought me to my peak after about an hour of different positions.

I remembered how he had first taken me from behind, going in and out of me at the pace of a slug, leaving me whimpering and begging for something more, something harder.

And then he had given that to me, exactly what I had wanted.

The way I wanted.

He had spread my ass with his hands and began to go in and out of me as if his life depended on it.

I had moaned like a harlot, my head pressed into the bed, the sheets in my palms, fisted as he pounded into me.

The sounds of our sex reverberated in the bedroom and I knew that the whole of the palace knew what we were doing inside his bedroom.

Then, when it had seemed to me like I was about to come, he had slipped out of me and spanked my ass with his dick.

My pussy clenched and unclenched as it mourned the loss of his meat.

"Sebastian," I murmured in complaint to my mate as he began to tease my slit with his dick, slowly sliding his cap up and over my wet opening as I moaned.

"Do you want it, baby? Do you want daddy's cock?" He asked me as he pressed halfway into me then withdrew as quickly as he had entered me.

"Yes daddy," I moaned. "I want it. I want your cock inside of me."

"Then turn over baby, lay down on your back, and spread your legs wide open for me," he commanded me.

I did as he had instructed, turning over on my back and facing him. I spread my legs wild apart for him.

"Good girl," he whispered as he bent to kiss my neck. His tongue trailed over my collarbone slowly, leaving hickeys on my skin.

I arched into his mouth.

He reached up and kissed me fully on the lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth in a French kiss. He tasted every depth and corner of my mouth as he took, demanding.

I purred softly at the things his kisses were doing to my body, to me.

Desire shot through me like molten magma rushing up from underneath the ground. It spread its tentacles into every corner of my body, drawing raging emotions and subduing sensations from my inner soul.

He left my lips and adjusted himself, kneeling in between my legs. He spat on his hand and smeared it on his dick.

He held his cock in his hands and pushed into me gently.

Then he began to move in me, I moaned with shaky legs as he thrust in and out of me softly, turning me into a music box.

I was on cloud nine.

He pressed my legs closer to my body, his dick reaching deeper into me.

"Moan for daddy," he said, "Say daddy's name loud and clear. Say it let the whole of the pack know that you are mine, alone."

"Sebastian," I said in a loud voice. But there was a problem. The problem was the fact that I knew that I was not his alone.

I did not belong only to my mate.

But I said his name again, "Sebastian, fuck me daddy, fuck me like you paid for me, fuck me like a prostitute," I told him.

He paused for a second and stared at me.

Fear engulfed me as I began to think about whether I had just given myself away. But then, he chuckled and told me.

"Daddy will baby, daddy will."

He turned me into my right side, lifted my left leg, and rammed into me from the backside. I screamed as he rough-handled me, just the way I liked it, just the way my wolf wanted because she came to life inside of me.

I madly fought the urge to shift.

I wanted to be anytime I had sex with someone and not me in my wolf.

So I suppressed her while Sebastian was drilling me like a plank.

And when I was close enough to the edge again, he abandoned me, leaving me almost frustrated to the core.

I felt tears in my eyes.

But before I could say a word of complaint or even make a sound of complaint, he was turning me on my stomach, straight on the bed, him hovering over my body and entering me from behind.

And he swiftly began to destroy my wet pussy once again.

He was teaching me a lesson.

I knew.

But, I certainly loved the punishment and would make whatever mistake that ain't made again, which means that I had actually learned nothing from it.

The bed caught my moans as he thrust into me wildly, my ass bouncing against his strong body each time.

I knew he was not going to let me come.

He did not.

He changed my position, our position once again, me atop him.

The cowgirl position.

"Ride daddy baby, ride daddy till you come," he permitted me.

And I did so, riding his thick dick with everything in me.

I arched as my pussy bopped his dick. He held my waist and began to meet me midway with hip thrusts.

I rubbed my nipples with my fingers increasing my pleasure.

And soon enough, I felt my orgasm coming, the waves building till it washed over my entirety.

And I came.

My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him of every single liquid that left his body as he came too.

He did not notice, but I did not let him move out of me.

It was not only Ellen who was allowed to bear his child.

I could bear one too.

He groaned as I clutched him, and both of us basked in our respective ecstasy. I collapsed atop of him, sighing in pleasure.

"I love you Elena," he murmured.

"I love you too," I assured him. He hugged me closer to him, his hands cupping my ass. I noticed he sounded a little vulnerable, men always did after sex. "Something bothers me Sebastian,"I told him.

"What is it Elena, tell me?" He murmured.

"Why do you search for my twin sister? She is a traitor. She betrayed me and came to you, she deceived you."

"I know."

"Do not spare her, she is an imperial traitor, pregnant or not. Do not forget what she did to you, to us."

He was silent after that.

He seemed to be thinking about what I had said to him.

"My child Elena," he whispered to me.

"It is a child that should have never existed Sebastian. He cannot live and you know it. Our child should be the first in line, not a child that was born out of deceit. If you spare the child and kill Ellen what would he or she think of you in the future, a sick murderer who killed his mother?"

What I was saying was sinking into his head, for he was quiet against me.

"What if this is some sick game of hers? What if she does something to the both of us? Her child would be next in line to the throne. We cannot let it live Sebastian. That child is a risk that we should not be willing to take."

He said nothing in return.

I let him be. I had already said enough. The decision was his now.

As sleep washed over my weary body, I heard him say, "I will find her Elena. Soon she will no longer exist in this world."

I smiled softly.

It was good.