Leah's Point of View
I was about to push Amoux, but he quickly covered my lips with his. He bit my lower lip, making my mouth open and chase my breath. I tasted metallic blood because of what he did.
I saw his fierce look at me as he pushed me hard towards my bed. Ah! What is he doing?
"How does it feel to laugh with Damon? You're having so much fun," he spat and gritted his teeth.
I kept my mouth shut.
Will he hurt me because of Damon?
We both have no right to be jealous, but why is he acting like this? Or perhaps Anaya left... and he has no choice but to come into my room and act like a jerk.
"N-No, please, get out!"
I closed my eyes when he kissed my neck, which gave me some warmth inside. Why does Amoux's have this effect on me?
"Ngh... Uh."
I groaned as he licked the sensitive part of my neck. You could feel the dampness of my center because of what he was doing.
"Why? Will Damon be here, so you want me to leave?" After he asked, he then planted a kiss on my right cheek in a seductive manner.
"He's not coming here, so get out of here Amoux!"
"Then I won't leave because he might come here."
My lips parted because of his stubbornness. Wasn't he afraid that the Lycan King might see or find out what he was doing? Does he think of me as a woman he can pick up if he wants to?
"Get out of here, Amoux! I'm not happy anymore," I clenched my fist while the anger lingers in my heart.
I pushed him, but he slowly caressed my center, and it turned my face red.
"You're not happy, but why are you wet?" He asked me, grinning. He rubbed it slowly, which tickled my body. A million of electricity and voltage run through my body.
"Ahh! Go away!" I said, annoyed, but he played more with my center. He slowly inserted his finger inside me; as a result, I held the bedsheet tight.
Shit! Why is he doing this to me?
I felt him massaging my clitoris. My middle part got wetter and wetter, so I clutched his shoulder. My body is a traitor!
"Fuck! Amoux, f-faster!" I moaned as he accelerated his finger in and out.
I felt something build up in my stomach. Amoux just smirked as he watched me almost close my eyes.
"I thought you didn't like it," he teased. Nevertheless, I ignored him because I was biting my lip while enjoying the pleasure.
"I'm cumming," I said breathlessly. Every push of his finger pressed into me until I felt the trembling and weakness of reaching my orgasm.
Amoux removed his finger as he immediately tasted it, showing that it was the best mouthful he had ever tasted. He was smiling at me, but his eyes were full of fire and lust.
"You don't want it, but you came. You're such a hypocrite, Leah," he whispered while landing his soft and erotic tongue inside my mouth again. Amoux is right, and I am a hypocrite! I say I don't want it, but my body wants it.
I resisted the kiss he gave me. We almost exchanged saliva as we deepened our kiss with each other. I felt Amoux massaging my chest, and it made me moan more.
He kissed my neck down to my chest. I felt him licking my nîpplé. The warmth hiding in my body revived. Amoux sucked my nîpplé like a child while looking at me. I felt my body heat getting strong because of his possessive red eyes l.
"Ohhh.. Leah! I like your tîts," Amoux softly whispered, then alternately sucked and licked my nipple so I could almost pinch him.
The "pop" sound could be heard in the whole room. His suck on my chest was intense, and it didn't surprise me when I could feel the stickiness and wetness of my middle part.
"Remember that only I can do this to you, Leah," Amoux said emphatically.
He separated my thighs, and I almost jumped up after a second as he started licking my center. I wanted to choke him because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me. He stiffened his tongue as he slipped it into my vagina while he massaged my clitoris.
"Fuck, Amoux, please! Fuck me now," I feel like I am a horny dog. Why is Amoux torturing me? What sin did I do for him to do this to me?
"I will fuck you, but I want you to please me first," He told me, full of lust. He stood up and took off his clothes, and I saw his hard load. I immediately grabbed it and then raised my hand.
"Leah, please suck it," Amoux told me weakly.
As an obedient woman, I tasted and made it like a sweet lollipop. Amoux looked up and then pressed my head in frustration. I almost vomited because of the size of his cóck, but I enjoyed licking and sucking it. I also massaged his balls while looking at him.
"Oh! Leah, I can't take it anymore, I want to come out of you," Amoux growled. He moved it away from me while supporting my hands on the bed.
He positioned himself in the middle, and without a second thought, he pumped me hard.
"Ngh...! Amoux."
"Oh! Leah."
Amoux pressed his crotch more against me. He stroked my cheek and pushed his entry into me more and more.
"Fuck you, Leah! Fuck!" Amoux moaned with pleasure. He held my hips so that he could press harder with each thrust. I grabbed my chest and then massaged it.
"Only I can do this to you, Leah! Remember that," Amoux said angrily, then he hit the cheek of my ass hard again, which caused my center to become wet.
"Sh*t! You're wet!" He made me face him while we were still on the bed. He spread my thighs further and grabbed both legs as he positioned me like a dog.
"I want your tits, Leah! They're so bouncy," he said gruffly, then looked up, and his jab became more intense.
"Leah, I'm cûmming!"
"Come on, Amoux! Take it out of me. Shoot it," I said frantically as my body trembled. With a strong thrust, Amoux released a huge load.
We both gasped while looking at each other. We were sweating profusely even though our room was cold.
"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? Can you breed to my pup?"
I looked away and didn't say a word. He and Anaya are fated mates, but he is having sex with me here.
I like Amoux but is this reason enough for me to tolerate this set-up between us? I'm the loser because he will marry Anaya before he gets tired of me.
"Leah," Amoux called me. I looked at him then I slowly stood up. I felt Amoux's semen drip down my thigh.
"Why did you suddenly became silent. Are you mad?" He asked me one after another. I shook my head.
"It's not your fault, Amoux. It's my fault because… I forget that you're about to marry Anaya," I answered weakly, but he stared at me as if he were reading what was on my mind.
I felt nervous that he could read my thoughts and sentiments. Amoux took a deep breath and walked toward me.
"Then, are you angry?"
"I'm not angry, Amoux."
I'm not mad at you because I'm more disgusted with myself. I'm angrier with myself because of what we do. I'm mad at myself because I've liked you for a long time, and even though you treat me like this, I still like you. I'm angry with myself because I listened to my heart rather than do what's right.
I looked away from him and was about to walk when he grabbed my hand. He looked at me seriously.
"I will talk to Lycan, and I'll train you," he spoke, his expression tainted with nothing but coldness.
I frowned because what else is it for?
What else is he going to train me for?
"Damon is enough."
If Amoux were to teach me, I might be embarrassed. Possibly, instead of learning, I will just stare at him the whole day.
*Knock *Knock *Knock
*Bang*
We were surprised when we heard a loud bang. My heart was beating fast as if we were caught in the act.
"Leah!" Damon called loudly.
Amoux and I looked at each other. Why is Damon here? Did he see Amoux enter the room? I'm even more nervous; what if Damon reports to the Lycan King?
Did they hear us? The Lycan has the sharpest hearing... it could be possible...
What am I going to do!?