The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 29: Playing with two

Clayton

I was furious with Amaya, I had completely lost control and went on a killing rampage. The wolf wasn’t even close to being calm until the tenth victim. I gave in to the bloodlust and ate him, and only then was I calm enough to change back.

I had hidden the bodies and remains of what I didn’t eat, but it would only be a matter of time before the gods found out, this would have dire consequences for me.

I stormed back into the castle with the overpowering scent of blood still clinging to me

In the bedroom with Amaya, I stormed over to the door and yanked it open. “Bliss! Get up here!” I yelled, turning to face Amaya, I growled, “don’t say a f.ucking word, you stay there and don’t move.”

She looked at me confused. Bliss walked in and asked, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m still struggling with bloodlust, I need to f***k you.”

She didn’t argue, as a werewolf, she knew how hard it was to fight bloodlust, and for me, it was even worse. She took her clothes off and climbed into the bed. I didn’t fail to notice the slightly smug look on her face, knowing Amaya would have to watch while she lay beside us.

I wasn’t in a mentally fit state to deal with their bitchy jealousy towards one another, so I ignored it and just climbed on top of her and shoved myself roughly inside of her. I wasn’t gentle, I f.ucked her as hard and as aggressively as I could. The bed shook and rocked, squeaking with every hard thrust.

Bliss moaned and cried out, gripping the bedsheets as she writhed underneath me. I looked over at Amaya, who looked meekly back at me. I didn’t break eye contact, I stared into her eyes, f.ucking Bliss until I came inside her.

That dark part of me wanted to hurt Amaya, wanted to make her watch and punish her, but looking at her, watching her, it had me coming sooner than I planned. I rolled off Bliss, and she cuddled up to my arm. I was still craving s**x, but I didn’t move until I heard the sound of Bliss sleeping. I put my hand on Amaya’s leg and slowly moved it up. I slid my hand between her thighs and lightly tickled my fingers over her panties.

Amaya pretended to be asleep, but the sound of her racing heart let me know she was awake, the wetness of her panties let me know she liked me touching her there.

I carried on, lightly playing my fingers over her panties, then slowly I slid my hand down them and stroked my fingers teasingly over her s.lit. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I pushed my fingers between her s.lit, played with her c.lit. She was so wet for me.

I moved lower, pushed two fingers inside of her. She was so wet I could hear it as I fingered her. f***k, she was so f.ucking tight. I liked the way she clenched so tightly around my fingers, enjoyed having to work at pushing them in and out of her.

She moved her hips, gently thrusting, wanting my fingers deeper. I pulled them out, and she whimpered, smirking, I got out of the bed and reached out in the dark to take her hand.

I led her down the stairs and to the living room, and she whispered, “what are we doing?”

“No talking,” was my only reply. I kept the lights off and made her lie down on the sofa.

I was still naked, climbing on top of her, I made her spread her legs and carefully pushed myself inside of her.

“Clay,” she whispered, her hand was on my shoulder squeezing so I pushed more gently. I hadn’t realised how much I missed her calling me Clay. Why would I care if she used my full name or not? It didn’t matter, I pushed. I had to work at it, she was so tight. “f***k,” I whispered.

“What?” She whispered back.

“You’re so tight, your p*****. feels so much better than Bliss’s.”

“Don’t say that,” she said.

“What? It’s true.”

“I’m not supposed to be your favourite.”

“You are not my favourite, I said I like the tightness of your p*****., that’s all. I still prefer her body.”

“I’m not in the mood now,” she sulked.

“I am.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, but I pushed myself all the way inside of her, and she gasped.

“Still want me to stop?” I whispered, thrusting into her.

She shook her head no, then yes, smirking, I continued f.ucking her on the couch. When we were close, she moaned, “we should stop, we shouldn’t do this to Bliss.”

“It’s fine, she’s sleeping.”

“She’ll be upset.”

“I won’t tell her and neither will you.”

“Clay,” she warned.

“Amaya.” She looked at my face, saw the slight smirk on my lips, and rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to make you scream for me,” I whispered against her ear.

“No, we need to be quiet,” she moaned.

“Esther and Odette can’t hear us, they’re on the top floor.”

“Bliss can!”

“Don’t care.” I f.ucked her harder, she writhed underneath me and moaned, “please, stop, I can’t.”

I carried on, and then I brought her screaming. She bucked underneath me, she had no sheets to grip, so she dug her nails into my shoulders.

“Good girl, Amaya, louder,” I moaned.

She screamed louder for me, and I was close, so f.ucking close.

Bliss came down the stairs and stood in the doorway. “What are you doing!” She yelled.

Amaya tried to push me off, panicking. I didn’t stop, I kept f.ucking her, pounding into her p*****.. Looking over at Bliss I smirked, and then I came inside Amaya.

“You jerk!” Bliss cried and ran upstairs.

Pulling out of Amaya, I leaned back on my knees, and she snapped, “what was that! Did you want to humiliate me by making me scream so loud? Did you want her to catch us!”

Standing up, I said, “seems only fair I humiliate and punish you, I’m going to be punished for losing control, and that is entirely your fault for pushing me over the edge.”

“My fault that you can’t handle the truth!”

I looked at her and said, “is that truly how you feel? Did I r.ape you?” I kept my voice empty and cold, thought I kept my eyes empty and cold too, but whatever she saw in them had her losing some of the anger, and she sighed, “no, I don’t. You hurt me, so I wanted to hurt you.”

“Well you did a great f.ucking job of that,” I snarled.

“Go and sort things out with Bliss,” she whispered.

“f***k bliss, I don’t even care about her.”

“Clay!” She gasped.

“What? I’m f.ucking sick of defending myself. You people are all so f.ucking sensitive, get over yourselves. You and Bliss both knew who I was when we met, you knew what to expect. I am who I am, and that’s never going to change, I’m not the hero in your story, Amaya, or f.ucking Prince Charming, I’m the villain, the bad guy, so why the f***k do you sound so surprised. I don’t give a s.hit about Bliss, and I don’t give a s**t about you, I care for no one and love no one, the only exception is my daughter.”

“And what about this one?” She asked, placing her hands on her stomach.

My eyes fell to her small bump, and I shrugged. “I feel nothing as of now, maybe that will change when it’s born or maybe it won’t.”

“You truly feel nothing?” She asked quietly.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Amaya, I never wanted this child, I never asked for it.”

“You didn’t ask for Odette either, but you love her now.”

Seeing some spare clean sweatpants on the back of a dining chair, I went over and grabbed them. I pulled them on and said, “that’s entirely different. No, we didn’t plan for Odette, but I still had a relationship of sorts with Arla, we were dating and having s**x. Accidents happen, but me and you?”

I shook my head and gave a harsh laugh. “We never had a relationship, I f.ucked you twice, once to help calm the wolf during your heat and the other to try and change my bloodlust to lust, and that’s not even how you got pregnant. You purposely chose to go behind my back and use my semen to inseminate yourself, a deliberate act.”

She nodded quietly and said, “I know, but that’s not the baby’s fault.”

“That’s why I’m choosing to be in its life, I know the baby is innocent, but I’m not going to love it when I don’t even know it.”

She looked up at me, and I saw a determination light her eyes. Walking over to me, she grabbed my hand, placed it on her stomach, “then I will make sure you get to know the baby. You’ll come to every scan and doctor’s appointment, you’ll feel my stomach every day and talk to him or her, and I’ll make sure you feel every kick.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand away. “Sure, whatever, it’s late let’s go to bed.”

“With an angry bliss?”

“She’ll live.”

“I won’t.”

I laughed under my breath and said, “you’ll be fine, come on.”

“You really don’t care about the baby?” She whispered as we walked up the stairs.

I stopped so suddenly that she stumbled into my back, turning to face her, I coldly said, “you could die tomorrow, and I wouldn’t shed a tear for either of you.”

“Clayton,” she whispered in shock. Tears fell down her cheeks, but I ignored her and carried on up the stairs.

Bliss was crying in the bed, and I inwardly sighed. This was why I didn’t do relationships, it was too much f.ucking effort, and females always seemed to be crying around me, better if I just f***k them and then send them home after. I had two crying females to deal with, great.

I wasn’t an emotional god, I was s.hit at this stuff, but I knew the basics and put on an act of at least attempting to care a little bit. I crawled across the bed to Bliss, and pressing up behind her, I pulled her into my arms and held her. “I’m sorry,” I whispered and kissed her cheek.

“You enjoyed me catching you, seeing you come inside her,” she sniffled.

“You just caught me at a bad time, literally as I was e.jaculating.”

“Don’t lie, I saw the smirk, you waited and then continued to f**k her while looking at me, and then you came.”

I couldn’t keep up the act for long, and I rolled onto my back and sighed. “I don’t owe you any loyalty, Bliss. I’m not your boyfriend, at most I’m just your lover, someone you f***k nothing more. I don’t owe you an apology, but I’m giving you one, take it or leave it.”

“You can be so cruel,” she cried.

“f***k my life,” I groaned. “Why does everyone keep saying that as if it’s shocking and I’m not aware? I know I’m cruel, I’m a f.ucking c.unt. I know that. You knew that when you agreed to see me. If you don’t like it, then leave, no one’s making you stay here.”

She started sobbing harder, clearly I was doing a s**t job of comforting her. “Come here,” I murmured, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight.

“Don’t do it again. While I’m seeing you, can it just be me you have s**x with?” She asked.

If it will shut you up, I thought but said, “yeah, sure, ok.”

She calmed down after that and slowly fell asleep in my arms. I looked back at Amaya, her cheeks were wet, but she scowled at me and turned her back on me. Damned if she was going to let me see her cry too. Guess she’d grown a thicker skin while away.