Marriage Alliance With The Lycan Monarch-Chapter 51: Fingers

I couldn’t think of anything else. I was sealed by whatever hex he’d doused me with, or maybe it was just my body betraying me at this key moment. This treacherous body of mine, there was nothing I could do except fall into a deeper daydream.

Drevon brushed his nose against mine tenderly and tilted his head, his lips grazing the corner of my lips. He wasn’t kissing me, nor had his hand placed on my womanhood moved. He just wavered, observing, and I just eyed him, a quiet plea in my eyes.

He hasn’t made any move yet; it seemed as if the damage was already done. Tingles kissed my skin, coming mostly from the heat of my core, where his fingers dwelled.

"How do you expect me to sleep, without you in my arms?" he muttered, like it was a great offense, or even treason to think of it.

I opened my mouth, but no words could form.

Drevon smiled against my lips. His fingers moved, rubbing against the heat, and I felt my body spring alive in more ways than one.

This was unlike the time he had used the flower to pleasure me on our wedding night. His fingers were rough yet so meanly gentle, it was almost like the ghost of them had touched me, leaving behind an ache I couldn’t explain.

He leaned back a bit, just enough for me to see him, no...watch him as he brought those same fingers to his lips, his tongue swiping the wetness, and my mind went numb.

"Perhaps I should teach you not to try this nonsense with me again." He placed his fingers on my lower lip. "I’m being patient with you, Eloise, very patient. But that wore thin when you called me husband."

"I-I did not mean to—"

"Shhh..." he coaxed. "I’m not offended, just altered because you have found my weakness." His thumb grazed my bottom lip. "If you want to win an argument with me, all you need to do is say that word, but I’ll be responsible for what happens next."

He spoke so low, deep, seductive, and luring me far into something I shouldn’t give in to.

I found my voice, but it was a mere whisper. "W-What will you be responsible for?"

"Certainly not touching and tasting just to tease."

A shiver ran through my body, and I wondered what could be more than this. What frightened me wasn’t his words but the dark look in his eyes; he didn’t speak so simply or romantically, he spoke like a predator who had plans for his prey, and I dare I say I was tempted to find out.

What is wrong with me?

"But what to do now, Eloise? I can’t control myself and simply let you slip through my fingers. Do you want me to pull away?"

I said nothing, just gaping at him like I had lost all will to resist.

He read through my silence like our souls could speak, a deep chuckle vibrating his throat. "I’ll be gentle."

I gasped when his hand covered my eyes, blocking my vision. I was confused for a second, but then his fingers were back to that spot.

"I’ll start with one, tell me when it hurts, and I’ll stop."

"What—" I froze, the rest of my words lodging in my throat when a finger tickled down, and with the ease of silk, it slipped inside me.

"Consider this me rocking you to sleep, little wife. Because when I’m done, I want you sleepy and fulfilled."

I inhaled sharply, letting my body recognise this foreign sensation, and just when I thought I would panic and attempt to push him away, I surrendered, my nails digging into his biceps, allowing the flow of his finger to guide me.

"Yes, little wife..." he muttered, so low I could barely hear him except for the baritone in his voice. "Let me in..."

With ease, he slipped another finger, and a moan poured from me like breathing.

"Goddess!" he swore, retreating his fingers, only to dive back in with slow precision, and then he pumped, mindful, easy, but that was enough to set me over the edge.

I moaned helplessly, even though I told myself to be quiet, and when he hit a spot while rotating his fingers in my drenched hole, I shattered.

"Soaked for me. Coating my fingers like the goddess you are," he praised. "Don’t stop now, I want more from you."

My voice had gone, just my mouth apart as I tried to allow the bliss to flow.

Drevon didn’t stop there; he pumped again, a little fast this time, but carefully, rushing me through another bliss.

My head spun, the darkness made my senses peak to the point it became too much to handle. I wriggled beneath him, my knees attempting to close, but all I could manage was hooking my leg on his muscular waist.

A low growl shook from Drevon’s chest, but he just kept his fingers still, far deeper than they were earlier.

My hands slipped from his biceps, falling to the bed and clutching the sheets like my life depended on it. The sparking sensation was groundbreaking and too much, as my body trembled with the tides.

"Open your mouth." He breathed to me, almost as if he forced himself to speak, and I did without any objection.

Drevon’s mouth was on mine, not just a simple kiss but a starved, mouthwatering engagement that stole my breath away.

I flinched when something sharp prickled me, and Drevon quickly released my lips.

I pushed his hand, shrouding my eyes, just enough to see. Everything was cloudy, but I glimpsed Drevon’s thick, long canines that doused my body in pure terror.

But his hand shielded my eyes again, and he murmured to my ear. "You shouldn’t have looked, Eloise."

My heart thudded painfully, fearing what I had been lectured on for half a year, how to please my Lycan husband, the depiction of Lycans’ fucking in their beast form.

Oh no. Is he—.

"I won’t hurt you, I promise," he said softly.

Suddenly, his hand on my eyes was gone, a blanket cocooning me, and I felt my body lift as he adjusted me properly on the bed.

My pulse quickened, debating what would happen next, but all I could see was his shadow moving, the lights in the room dimming. I pulled the blankets off and found that the drapes of the bed had been covered.

Drevon was gone.

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