CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Ericson tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep because all he could think about was Avyanna in the Lycan territory. He imagined her in the arms of the Lycan king, smiling happily; then he stormed out of his bed and began roaming around aimlessly.
The mate mark that made him sense Avyanna was slowly fading away so even if she had a deep feeling of ecstasy and euphoria, he would feel it faintly or might not even feel it at all.
He thought of calling her but then he changed his mind, “She was not exactly happy when I called her last night so why should I call her again?” he thought to himself. He tried so hard to pacify himself but the thought of Avyanna plagued him deeply and made him so unsettled, even Nancy could sense it from afar off.
He reminisced the morning that she left his territory and wondered if he had exactly been a good husband to her. He was aware of the fact that he was among the crowd that wrongly accused her of attacking Nancy and he immediately hated everything about the way he felt.
“She is my mate! I had to protect her!” he yelled quietly trying to justify his actions.
“Even from your wife who you claim to love so much?” Henry asked, further pricking Ericson’s conscience.
“No! it’s not like that!” Ericson defended.
“So how is it?” Henry pressed on. “In the morning, you completely humiliated her and you know it. Do you think Nancy even measures up to Avyanna?”
Ericson took a moment to ponder upon Henry’s rhetorical question. Avyanna was clearly prettier than Nancy and more influential, but for some reason he craved Nancy more and even hurt Avyanna to please Nancy.
He was aware of that but he kept telling himself, even his wolf, “I… I love her. I want to protect her so bad.”
“You and I both know that’s bullshit. If you wanted to protect her so much, you wouldn’t have done what you did long ago.”
“Shut it! That is enough!” Ericson yelled.
Just then his door creaked open and he looked and saw Nancy.
“I heard you yelling. Is everything okay?” She stepped foot inside the room carefully, like if she walked however she wanted to Ericson would kick her out.
She took coordinated steps towards him, cat walking in her usual seductive manner.
“Who were you talking to? You seem really upset. You can talk to me about anything.” Nancy said to a fuming Ericson who was yet to look into her eyes. He was trying to resist her presence because she was the cause of him losing his wife but he couldn’t even bring himself to do it.
After a moment of fuming to himself, he turned to meet Nancy’s gaze, then he asked her, “Did Avyanna really put her hands on you yesterday?”
“You already asked me yesterday, and I have already answered you. Will anything that I say take your mind away from the lie that you have been telling yourself?” she asked politely, carefully, you could almost hear the hints of sociopathy in her voice.
“I find it hard to believe is all. Avyanna was never like that.” He looked away from Nancy and looked into the mirror in front of him. He could feel his wolf staring back at him in disappointment, because he was already softening up to Nancy.
Nancy, ever the crafty omega, walked up to him and sensually slid her hands on his shoulder, carefully rubbing it on him and arousing him.
“What is on your mind my liege?” She used a soft bedroom voice that was already giving Ericson ideas of a night that came with happy endings.
“A lot.” He heaved an exhausted sigh.
“Tell me one. I can help you in ways that you cannot understand.” She slid her hands away from his chest and took it to his chest. His breath was already getting heavier in anticipation of her.
A soft growl escaped his lips as he turned his gaze to meet hers, then he finally noticed her in her full glory. She wore a skimpy flare skirt and a pink translucent night gown that effortlessly exposed her nude body. She maintained a devious yet innocent smile on her face that enticed Ericson some more and made him want her instantly.
“What ways?” he asked glaring powerfully at her and running his eyes through her body. He wasn’t sure he wanted to give into the pleasure that Nancy was obviously offering but he just wanted to take his mind off everything that was bothering him, plus he didn’t really have a strong enough willpower to resist Nancy’s seduction.
“You’ll find out.” She tiptoed and gave him a sloppy, sensual kiss that made his eyes glow, ready to take over her.
“My wife is on my mind.” He said.
“Your wife?” She almost said rudely but controlled herself because she was playing the slow game. She wanted him to fall completely and never mention Avyanna’s name again. “Would she call you her husband?” She waited for an answer as she stopped stroking his broad chest.
“She would…” he snarled. He remembered the phone call that he had with her the previous night and how it ended, and immediately he felt the answer he gave Nancy was wrong in ways that only he understood.
“You comfortably call her your wife after she humiliated you by inviting another man into your own kingdom and flirting with him. She even went with him to his place.” Nancy slithered in his ears. He grew angrier and hornier; whatever Nancy was doing to him was clearly working.
“Enough!” He growled and turned away sharply, bowing his head in confliction.
“Hey,” she grabbed his hairy chin and pulled his face up to look at hers, “I can take your mind off everything.” She didn’t need to stretch much to meet his lips this time around, she just lifted her face and met his lips again.
He grabbed her waist and invested himself some more in the kiss. He ran his hands across her behind, relishing in the pleasure that squeezing it brought. He took over her, hoisting her up from the ground, until her legs were wrapped across his waist, their mouths still interlocked.
She moaned into his mouth as he ravished her mouth, the kiss getting steamier and their bodies connecting on a deeper level. He tossed her on the bed and hurriedly took off his clothes. When he was stark naked he moved towards her and ripped off all the clothes off her body, even the very skimpy skirt. He snapped her panties off her body like it was a thread and hovered above her ready to begin.
His erect shaft dangled at the entrance of her beauty and her gaze remained on him before she closed her eyes to take in the full pleasure he was going to give her. Ericson kissed her again; he could not seem to let go of her lips for, in that moment that his mind was so conflicted, he enjoyed kissing her more than anything he wanted to do. He hovered above her, erect and aggressive, as he watched her shut her eyes and subtly arch her neck back.
It was the commencement of what would be the most astonishing, brutal, stress-relieving experience either of them was about to have. It was a toe-curling pleasure for Nancy, and an emotionally painful, yet pleasing moment for Ericson.
He buried her lips, once again, in her mouth, swapping saliva and licking tongues as he gently injected his shaft into the humid hole between her legs. With his mouth in hers, she let out a gentle moan as he breached. He let out a primal growl as his person gradually broke through her.
He detached from the kiss, held her chin, and stared into her wet eyes, while he slowly went in and out of her, exercising the control that he wished he could control over Avyanna.
He plunged into her with his firm and soaked tube while Nancy moaned in aching pleasure. Her wrists were now held still by his huge palms on the bed while he impaled deeper and faster.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted as she enjoyed the coitus. Ericson could not take his eyes off her, he watched her breasts spring up and down to the tune of his plummets and felt her opening’s grip tighten with each thrust.
She then opened her eyes that dripped with genuine tears of pleasure to meet Ericson’s icy gaze.
“I want all of you” she said, in the lowest of moans, “in all of me."
He just growled in approval and ejected himself from her leaking front bottom.
“I want you. She could never please you like I do.” she whispered as she elevated herself up from the bed with her arm. She got up from the bed and genuflected in front of Ericson where her face met his shaft.
Adjusting her hair, she boldly located his shaft with her wide-opened mouth. She looked up at him with so much fake innocence in her eyes, one more time, before taking in the rod in front of her. She let it in slowly and gripped it with her luscious lips, shifting her head back and forth with the rod in her orifice while Ericson snarled in pleasure.
He raced his hand over her head as she tenderly sucked his person. The speed of her slurps increased with each passing second. She slurped and gagged, letting the rod out and letting some air in, at intervals. She loved succumbing to him, she knelt there sucking away while her mate groaned in positive stimulus at what she did.
Nancy stopped bopping her head back and forth when she gulped down the warm liquid that filled her opening.
He pulled her up from the kneeling position and buried his tongue in her mouth. He then used his large hands to compel her to lie on to the bed.
His shaft firmer than it was earlier and her slit damper, he gored into her.
Another thrust, a mutual moan, and some words were said in pleasure.
“Fuck me!” she yelled loudly in purpose because she wanted the people in the pack house to hear. “Ah, yes.” She moaned very loudly.
Ericson overturned her aggressively and impaled her without a care. He pulled her hair and speared firmer into her. Her moans faded slowly into cries of pleasure as she purred loudly. The speed of his thrusts fastened before they came to a halt and he let out a loud groan.
As the coitus concluded, he wasn’t sure that he was satisfied by what he just did, but Nancy was sure that her mission was accomplished because by morning, there would be whispers of the Alpha having loud sex with the low-life omega.