Luna For Seven Days

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Olivander’s POV

The heck!

I was expecting her to flinch, or at least take off my hands since she didn't bother asking why I sounded nice to her mother, but she rather maintained eye contact with me.

A few days back, I had gotten drunk due to the depression of being crowned when my parents weren't there to celebrate with me. I promised myself to deal the fùck with her until she begs for her life in my hands.

When I visited my parents’ grave and poured them some wine, I sat there and had drinks with them until I wasn't myself any longer….only to wake up in her room the next day.

That night, I tasted what her pùssy was like, and my addiction to her body skyrocketed.

I had never imagined myself getting aroused by the smell of a female's pùssy. It doesn't move me….but my wolf…or maybe, the matebond….

A part of me didn't like how I felt. Why should I treat some foe like that? But then, I comforted myself that she wasn't a slave yet. Our deal was yet to end, and then I would get over her regardless, even if it meant rejecting her.

I was drawn out of my daze when she placed her palm on mine, her lips dropped open, pink and succulent. I took a deep swallow, holding back myself from dragging her face towards mine and crashing my lips on hers.

But she did it….

So shameless.

She cupped my face in her palms, her lips savored mine like she didn't care what I could do to her. The sound of our kisses was heard just within us.

Right from the hall, I knew I hadn't gotten enough of her. This was why I needed privacy with her, to force her if she tried to be stubborn.

But here she was, initiating it rather….

I threw my right arm across her back, the other making way under her dress. I tasted her saliva and it was like vanilla. The way she ached for my lips, sucking like her life depended on it….

When my fingers reached her panties, I felt how cold it was.

Fuck! She's damn wet…

I pulled the panties to the side, her legs parting casually. My middle finger brushed through her shaved wet pùssy and she flinched, still pinning her lips on mine like a slut.

She pushed her butt forward, making way for my finger.

I rubbed her c**t softly, the swollen dancing tit so slippery to my touch….then she broke it all up, her lips unable to contain the moan building in her.

Our eyes locked, and all I could see was a female yearning to be fùcked so hard until she convulsed under me. I didn't care if she was my rival—if I was supposed to hate her. Maybe, fùcking her until she begs me to stop would be the greatest punishment of all time.

“Mmm…” she swallowed hard, her lips gaped as I slowly thrust my finger in.

She pouted and bit her lower lip. I loved that look on her face….that expression that I got her and was about to claim her.

My finger paced in and out of her dampness, faster than I could imagine. My wolf groaned in pleasure, and a strong sensation rushed throughout my system.

“Yeeeaaahhh!!!” soft moans tore through her lips. “Yes alpha…yes please….”

I pushed in my index finger, her fold taking it in as if it were waiting for it. I fingerfùcked her recklessly until her juices concealed my palm. Her legs widened as though she needed more than that.

Letting go of her body, I loosened my tie and leaned my head between her thighs.

Her fingers dipped into my hair, holding onto me.

I rolled my tongue down there, savoring her honey juices, eating up the area….

But then, I knew my body needed more than that. I fućking wanted her to ride on my d**k with either her p***y or lips.

“Oh fùck! Goddess……” her legs trembled.

I tried to push my tongue into her entrance and then she pumped out her thick juices that concealed my lips.

“I want more….” she groaned and slowly pushed me up.

I wanted to scream at her to let me do what I wanted, but she was faster than me.

She pushed me back to the seat and instantly got on me.

Goddess! I never knew there were whores who didn't mind getting fùcked anywhere. She cummed twice yet she wasn't done huh?

She deliberately unbuckled my trousers and pulled out my shaft, then had it into her pùssy, her hips sliding up and down, slamming against my thigh.

I grabbed her waist, swallowing down my groans.

Her boobs bounced to my face like she had no brassiere, and when I pulled up her dress, she happened not to be wearing any, just the dress with its little cup attached to it.

Staring at her pink round hard n*****s, how full and succulent it was, how they bounced constantly….I couldn't help but take one n****e into my mouth, suckling like a child, while my other palm pressed and fondled the other.

“Oh fùck goddess! This is so good…..” She wrapped her arms around my neck, whining her hips while my member was still in her. “Suck me hard…hard…hard please…..”

I grabbed her butt once more, aiding it and having it slam in and out, hitting my thighs.

She fastened the pace and I let go of her n****e. Her head tilted backwards.

I pressed the flesh of her ass, and hot blood flowed through my veins. “C’mon, fast….” I groaned, my eyes shut as she fastened it on my order. “Fućk…I'm cumming…”

My teeth gritted, low groans left my lips as she forced my c**k to slide through the clenched wall of her p***y.

I spanked her ass softly and released a deep breath as she collapsed upon my body. My breath came ragged, arms resting on her back.

It felt so good. I hadn't gotten fùcked by a female this way.

After a while, she pulled off her body from mine, got hold of her wipes and cleaned her p***y so well I couldn't help but stare.

I was just speechless. Not sure how to feel…

All that mattered was how she rode me and I ejaculated in shivers. She got some nice pùssy and a nice role.

Until we reached the palace, we said nothing to each other but rather spared ourselves glances. I knew that it doesn't change the hatred I had towards her….I mean, fućking was something normal and we both enjoyed it.

But I was scared that if it continued, I would end up not being able to be without her pùssy. So, maybe, rejecting her and casting her aside would be better once the deal ended. That way, I will go back to who I have always been.

When I was done freshening up, I was stunned to see Camila seated on the couch, flipping through newspapers.

I could recall warning her never to step into my room without my order. She was never going to be my Luna, even though I had never told her that. From the start, I never needed her and she could tell I never made advances towards her except when I needed to fùck…and that's all.

“How was the meeting, Alpha?” She stood from the couch and walked closer to me.

Still on my towel, I marched towards my wardrobe, “Why are you here? I can't recall sending for you…”

“Yeah! I heard that your new beta will be here in seven days. So I needed to ask how you prepared for it.”

“Don't bother yourself. I'm not calling a party.” I said coldly, not sparing her a glance. “You have to leave.”

“Alpha, but….

“What is it? Want to know when you will be crowned?” I asked her, face long and emotionless.

She chuckled and nodded. “You know how much I've been longing to have you as my Alpha and husband. Making a family together will look great on us.”

“Is that so? But I never told you that I want a family…or even a Luna.”

Her eyes narrowed. She was fùcking shocked and I loved it.

What was she expecting? That I would, after watching my father get poisoned in this palace by a woman, have a Luna? If not for s****l cravings…her gender was nothing and useless to me.

“But, I was appointed as your future Luna and you never opposed. How come you changed your mind? Is it because of that lady? She's just acting and you've gotten what you want. Alpha Vander, don't you love me anymore?” Her palms held the side of her dress.

Love her? Did I ever love her?