The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 37: Amaya

I wanted the bond to come back and make Clayton caring and gentle again. I was still distraught about him killing my parents, but right now I was in no fit state to argue or deal with it, and I wondered if the bond could hear me or feel me somehow because I noticed whenever I wanted Clayton to comfort me or be nice to me, the bond seemed to come to the forefront again and make him feel all the things he probably hated feeling for me.

It came back now, and I could tell by the gentle way he lifted me in his arms and carried me up to his bedroom. He gently laid me on my side and brushed my curls out of my face softly. “Rest, you should heal fine with plenty of rest.”

“My sister,” I said hoarsely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort her a room to stay in, and she can come and see you in the morning.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now,” I admitted.

“Let me get your sister settled, and I’ll be back, ok?”

I nodded, and he left. I could faintly hear them talking, it was late, so Esther and Odette were already in bed. As promised, once Clayton had settled Candice, he came in to me and shut the door. Even in my pain I couldn’t stop myself from staring as he pulled his top off, followed by his trousers. He grabbed some clean black sweatpants and pulled them on before climbing into the bed with me, staying topless.

The pain was so bad I was shivering, and I reached out my hand and hovered it over his hesitantly. “Am I allowed?” I asked, feeling both shy and nervous.

He looked into my eyes and gave a nod. God, he had such beautiful eyes, I couldn’t maintain eye contact, my cheeks grew hot, and I looked away but took hold of his hand and squeezed to both comfort myself and distract myself from the pain.

“I’m so cold,” I whispered, shivering so hard my teeth were chattering.

“I think you may have a fever, stay here.” He got up and left the room and a few minutes later returned holding a glass of water and two pills.

He placed them on the side table and came and bent down beside me. He put his arm around my shoulders, tucking his hand under my right shoulder so he didn’t touch the bite between my shoulder and collarbone. Lifting me up a little bit, he managed to get the pills, putting one in my mouth and letting me sip the water to swallow it and then giving me the second to do the same. He laid me down back on my side carefully and then got back into bed.

I gently pulled on his arm, indicating I wanted him closer. He moved over closer to me until his body was gently pressed against my front. His body felt hot, and I enjoyed the heat and warmth of him, and slowly I was able to fall asleep.

Over the weeks as I healed, I noticed the bond stopped taking over as much, the lovely side that it brought out in Clayton appeared less and less until, by the time I was pretty much healed, I think it had finally settled like he had told me it would. Now I was stuck with Clayton as his cold, and scary, snarly self. Great.

He grew cold towards me, it was like with the bond out of the way, he remembered all the reasons why he hated me, like the fact I had used his semen to impregnate myself. He sent me back to my room, if I entered the same room as him, he would look at me with hatred, like he wanted to still kill me, but then his eyes would fall to my growing stomach, and he would turn around and storm out of the room.

I tried to just stay out of his way and focused on Candice. It was like no time had passed between us, and we would sit in my room on my bed or hers and talk for hours. She never wanted to talk about her time since we had been separated. The most I got was a few snippets, just enough to know that she was abused, beaten and used as a s**x provider.

She was so skinny and looked frail as a bird. Esther was such a grandmotherly figure, and she always made sure Candice ate enough for the day.

Candice wasn’t the only one hiding everything that had happened. I couldn’t hide the abuse Jackie had inflicted on me because I was left with the permanent scarring on half my face, but I didn’t tell her about being mated and married to Clayton through a forced arranged marriage as some form of punishment for him, nor did I tell her I was pregnant, my belly wasn’t big enough that I couldn’t hide it yet, so I wore loose and baggy tops to hide it.

I was lying in my room one night when Clayton came in and said, “follow me.”

Rolling my eyes, I got up and followed him into his bedroom. Yep, he didn’t like me, we weren’t on speaking terms right now, but he still wanted and needed s**x, so he was basically using me for that. I couldn’t really complain because I had made him give me his word he wouldn’t have s**x with Bliss again, and to his credit, he had kept his word and not gone back to her. I don’t even think he had called or texted her. Besides, I was hardly complaining when the s**x was so good.

He shut the bedroom door and coldly said, “take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

I did as he asked. Was it weird that I got a thrill when he was all cold and commanding? When it came to s**x, I didn’t mind that he was cold and domineering.

When I was on the bed, I covered my body, I was still really self-conscious about my looks and my weight. He came over and pulled my arms back down by my sides and said, “how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He pulled his top off, and I stared at his muscular, godly, divine body. I wasn’t exaggerating, he really was built like a god, with muscles in all the right places, abs, the Adonis belt V that went down to his groin. He had it all.

I looked up at his face, but that didn’t help me focus, his was just as perfect. He was unnaturally beautiful, the literal definition of a Greek god, or any god for that matter.

I remembered the filtered photos people used to post of themselves before the war. Well, Clayton didn’t need that, he was a filter all of his own. His skin was perfectly flawless, a gorgeous light olive skin tone, perhaps sun-kissed skin was a better description.

He had high cheekbones and a gorgeously chiseled jawline and the most perfectly shaped full Cupid’s bow lips and stunning eyes that were a light pale blue mixed with lilac.

Even his damn hair was perfect, short, jet-black hair that was a mix of wavy, curly, and unruly and fell into those stunning lilac-blue eyes.

God, the man had such broad shoulders too, and then his trousers dropped to the floor and his perfectly big, thick, soft c***k hung there, completing his perfection. He had big balls too, there wasn’t a damn thing you could insult about his looks.

I didn’t realise I had spent so much time drooling and taking in every detail of him until he waved a hand in front of me. “Amaya? Are you with me?”

I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. “Um, uh, yes!”

Rolling his eyes, he climbed on top of me, making me have to lie on my back. Now everything was healed, it wasn’t painful anymore.

He nudged my legs apart, making them fall open, and he got between them and pushed himself inside of me. Yep, he was back to no affection or foreplay, it was all clinical again. I winced in pain because no matter how many times we did this, I was never going to get used to his size and handle it with no foreplay so easily.

“I put lubrication on,” he said.

“Yes, but I’m very tight and you’re very big, so it still hurts with no warmup,” I gritted.

A low rumble sounded in his throat, and I wasn’t sure if it was a growl or not. He pinned my wrists down to the bed and kissed me. Surprise ran through me. I know he sometimes pinned my wrists down because he figured out that I enjoyed that, my moans of pleasure increasing probably helped, but he never kissed me, not since the bond had taken a permanent back seat.

He felt the hesitation from my own lips and pulled back to look down at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you haven’t kissed me in a long while.”

“I don’t want you in pain, Amaya, and I know kissing turns you on.” He didn’t wait for me to reply, and he kissed me again, harder, making me work with him. I opened my mouth, and he claimed my tongue with his own, hungrily. He slowly started moving inside of me, and when I was comfortable, his thrusts grew more eager, desperate, until he was pounding my p*****. and I cried out with pleasure.

Halfway through the s**x, he grabbed my hips and flipped us over so that I was on top of him, straddling him. That was a first too.

“Ride me,” he panted.

“I don’t know how,” I mumbled shyly.

Grabbing my hips, he moved me back and forth on him and moaned, “like that.”