The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 38: Clayton

I was so f*****g horny, I wanted good, hard s**x, I wanted dirty s**x, but with the bond settled, I was back to myself and able to think clearly now, and I was still p.issed with Amaya about everything. I wasn’t going to be all lovey-dovey like she was probably expecting because of the bond.

Honestly, I still wanted to kill her once the baby was born, maybe a little less than when I had first originally found out she got herself pregnant.

I could have done with Bliss right now, but Amaya had used the bond affecting my emotions to make me give her my word I wouldn’t f***k Bliss anymore.

She was supposed to be my slave, and yet so far it seemed like she was the one making all the f.ucking rules between us, from using my s.emen to get herself pregnant behind my back to forcing me to give my word to stop seeing Bliss and having s**x with her. Amaya seemed more in control than me right now, and I didn’t like that.

She sat on top of me, moving back and forth like I showed her, but was too shy to look at my face or make any noises and enjoy herself. Pregnant with my child, forcing me to give my word, and yet she was still shy? I didn’t understand her at all.

“Amaya, come on, f***k me,” I encouraged, holding her hips and helping her move on me faster. She tried, but she was so self conscious and bashful that she couldn’t enjoy herself.

I was close, she felt good, tight. I was breathless and sweating, but I couldn’t really enjoy it much if Amaya wasn’t. I was thinking of just stopping when I caught sight of someone in the doorway. My door was slightly ajar, and I saw Candice standing there with her hand between her legs up her nightdress.

I raised an eyebrow, and she froze when she saw I’d caught her. Smirking, I carried on f.ucking Amaya while staring at Candice. When she figured it out, she relaxed, and smiling seductively, she carried on touching herself while she watched us.

I watched her undo the buttons on her nightdress until her b.reasts fell out on display, she had small ones, unlike her sister. I watched her touch them, play with them teasingly for my benefit. I watched her finger herself, and I f.ucked Amaya harder.

Candice put her hand over her mouth when she climaxed, only my wolf hearing picked up her fast and heavy breathing and the sound of her coming. The sight of her b.reasts and her petite, sexy body had me climaxing inside Amaya.

Candice ran off after, while I acted like nothing was out of the ordinary when Amaya climbed off me. She looked subdued and quiet, and I moved up against her in the bed.

I know she was feeling disappointed about not having her own o.rgasm. She liked s**x, and I liked my female to enjoy herself. I wasn’t one of those men who used a woman’s body for my own pleasure and left her there unsatisfied. I liked making a woman come, so I took her hand and I put it between her legs.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

“Helping you come.” She frowned at me, looking completely confused, and I paused to look at her. “Amaya, have you never touched yourself before?”

“No?”

Fuck me. I had to ignore my growing e.rection, her innocence made me want to do things to her that were anything but innocent.

I put her hand back between her legs and moved her fingers up to her c.lit. “Stroke this,” I murmured.

I had my own fingers over hers, making her touch herself and play with her c.lit. My own fingers would brush against her c.lit every so often too, and I tried to stay focused as I taught her how to touch herself.

“Stroke it like this, or you can touch yourself anywhere that feels good to you, keep touching it and stroking it until the pleasure builds up, and if you continue doing that, then you’ll eventually make yourself come.”

“I prefer you,” she softly moaned.

With a hint of a smile on my lips, I murmured, “I know, but when you are alone and you feel the need for release, then you can do this, or this.” I took two of her fingers and pushed them up inside of her, and she cried out.

I moved her hand back and forth, helping her finger herself. I knew she was close when both her fingers and mine were soaked in her wetness. Her breathing became faster, and with her free hand, she gripped my wrist tightly, wanting me to help her work faster at it.

I did, and then she came bucking and crying out. “That’s it, Amaya, make yourself come.”

“Clay! Clay!” She moaned.

“This is all you,” I murmured in her ear and lightly traced my tongue along the edge of it, and she came harder.

“Are you finished?”

She nodded, catching her breath. I lightly patted her thigh. “Good girl.”

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. I was still horny, but Amaya was still getting used to s**x, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to go all night, certainly not with my size, so when I was done cleaning up, I went back into the bedroom and said, “you can go back to your room now.”

“Why do you do that?” She asked, sitting up and glaring at me, but it was like watching a puppy try to glare.

“Do what?”

“That! Talk so coldly to me, use me for s.ex.”

“This is just the way I talk, Amaya. As for s**x, I don’t have anyone else because you made me give you my word not to f***k Bliss again.”

She snorted and said, “as if you care, you could easily break it if you wanted to.”

“I don’t break my word,” I said more firmly and cold. I pulled her up off the bed, dumped her clothes in her arms, and led her to my door.

“Clayton—” she started, but I interrupted, “goodnight, Amaya.” And shut the door in her face.

I smirked when I heard her huff and quietly call me a d.ick under her breath as she stormed back to her room.

Even with all of our issues, and Amaya still kept trying to turn our relationship romantic somehow, into something it wasn’t nor would it ever be.

I could keep reminding her that I was the villain in her story, I wasn’t Prince Charming or the man who was going to sweep her off her feet and fall in love with her, but I had already told her this so many times. No matter what I said or did, she kept trying, kept wanting me, and I had no idea why.

I fell asleep and forgot about it all until the next day. When I came down for breakfast, Esther was listening to Odette excitedly telling her how much she wanted a kitten and could we get one. I was going to join them when Amaya gently touched my arm and whispered, “can we talk in private?”

Frowning, I nodded and followed her into the living room. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I know you don’t like me, and I know you’re still really mad about the whole getting myself pregnant thing, but I think it would be really good for the baby if we could see past our issues and make this marriage work, like a real couple.”

“No,” I said coldly.

“I don’t like you much either, you killed my parents and my brother!” She hissed, “but for the baby’s sake, I think we should try.”

“No, not happening. I don’t want you, I’m not interested in you, I don’t want to settle down with anyone. The most I’ll do is treat you like my mate in public, but that’s it.”

“Clayton—”

“No, Amaya! Do you realise I’ve killed lovers before?”

“What?” She stammered.

“I am not mate material and certainly not husband material.”

“Why did you kill them?” She asked nervously.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Tell me.”

Sighing, I said, “One lover I was f.ucking when I was struggling with bloodlust, the bloodlust won, and I ended up killing her and eating her.”

“During s**x?” She whispered.

“Yes.”

The other lover?”

Feeling more awkward, I rubbed the back of my neck and mumbled my answer.

“What was that?” She asked.

Standing straighter, I folded my arms and said, “she liked k.inky s.hit. I got carried away, not bloodlust this time. I just wanted to do f.ucked up s.hit so I did.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I got violent during s**x and she didn’t survive it, let’s leave it at that.”

“Anyone else you’d like to admit to killing?” She challenged.

“No,” I began and then thought about it and murmured, “well, there was the one time a lover wouldn’t shut up about being my mate, she wouldn’t leave the house, so I killed her.”

“Clayton!”

“What? I gave her three warnings.”

“You’re insane, you’re a serial killer, a monster.”

“You knew I was a monster from day one. I’ve always made this clear to you. I’m a c.unt, and I don’t give a f***k. You can’t change me, so stop trying!” I snarled at her and stormed from the room.

I was too angry to stay in the castle, so I left and got into my car, half tempted to just break my word and go and find Bliss.

I didn’t start the engine, I tried to calm myself and think with a clearer head. A tap on the window jolted me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see Candice. I rolled down the window and asked, “what do you want?”

“You,” she flirted. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She was in full flirty mode, twirling her hair in her fingers, and batting her eyes at me while giving me a smile that promised a good time.

“Get in,” I said.

She came around to the passenger side and got in. She wasn’t shy like Amaya, she didn’t ask my permission, she just climbed on my lap and straddled me. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I want you to f***k me so hard I s.quirt, and I want to give you such a good time you leave my p*****. filled and dripping with your come, Clayton.”

F.uck. I didn’t stop her from undoing my trousers and pulling me out, I didn’t stop her from sitting down on me either. I groaned to the feel of her, she wasn’t as tight as Amaya was, but that didn’t matter, she felt good, and she knew what she was doing. Holding onto my shoulders, she started riding me. I moved my seat back so she had more room. I held her hips, and my hands slid to her small a.ss. She was tiny and petite, but her a.ss was bouncy and toned.

She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and was moaning loudly, riding me as hard and as fast as she could. I felt myself growing close to climax and met her thrust for thrust. “Touch me, Clayton,” she moaned and put my hands on her b.reasts.

I squeezed and played with them, and she bounced on me more frantically and cried out, “f***k me! f***k me! Yes, yes, f***k me, clayton!” She screamed her o.rgasm, and watching how much she was enjoying herself and her moans brought me close to climax too. When I felt her s.quirt on my c***k, I was done, I came hard, grunting as I released inside of her.

Smiling seductively, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It got heated. My hands grabbed her a.ss hard, and I pulled her in against me, slowly thrusting inside of her, wanting to f***k her again. I was enjoying myself until the car door flung open and I saw Amaya standing there sobbing her heart out. “How could you!” She screamed at me.

I don’t think I’d ever seen her have such strong emotions towards me before, and it threw me off. “You really hate me that much?” She yelled, she didn’t wait for an answer, and turning around, she stormed off in the direction that would lead her into town.

“I’m confused, isn’t Amaya your slave?” Candice asked me.

“It’s complicated,” I sighed.

“What does that mean?” She snapped, growing emotional too.

“It means as punishment I was forced by the gods to mate myself to Amaya and marry her.”

“Oh my god!” She cried out, tears fell down her cheeks. “You should have told me! I thought you just use her for s**x like my master did with me. You jerk!” She stormed off back inside, and I sat there completely baffled.

This is why I didn’t date women or choose to settle down, outside of s**x, women and I did not go well, they were always crying around me.

I didn’t understand why Amaya was as upset as she was. Sure, I get we were mated to one another and married. I suspected she took marriage very seriously, whether it was forced or not, but still, she knew I didn’t want her, and though she was attracted to me and perhaps even had some feelings, I imagine she felt the same way and didn’t want me either.

I knew I was going to have to deal with this mess at some point. I wasn’t looking forward to it and knew it was best if I shifted to wolf form and ran off some of the pent-up frustration I was feeling, it was in everyone’s best interest that I did.