Marked By The Demon Lycan King

Fifteen

CULLEN

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Two Days.

That's how long it has been since his visit back from the Blue Crescent pack. It has been exactly two days since he last saw the woman that he wanted to get married to. The one whom he wasn't certain was his mate even though she looked like her.

He had held a meeting with the council the previous day to announce his intention of going through with the marriage and most of them had openly supported the idea and had decided to stand by him. The only person who was skeptical and against it was none other than Alfonso who had completely opposed the motion and had asked him to rethink his decision.

The more he wanted to believe that Alfonso was plotting against him, the more he couldn't.

Alfonso was a trusted friend who had served his father even after his banishment as the next Zivando's heir. He had taken care of his people and had also played a vital role in the war that had taken place in their pack a few years ago.

He was not only his Beta but a right hand man who knew everything and anything about him. Degar must've been mistaken. There's no way on earth he would go through that extent to hurt him. He knew that he had enemies who sought after his position but he didn't want to believe that Alfonso could be one of them.

Closing his files that he had been working on, he decided to take an evening stroll to clear his head. A lot had been going on and so far, he couldn't understand if he would be able to bear them. The burden was simply too much and no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't find an escape.

Standing on the fields, his mind played back to what had happened at the banquet. He still couldn't believe that she had denied him flatly. He couldn't forget the way she looked at him. Those eyes filled with anger, hatred and repulse. It was different than the ones he had encountered in the human world.

He would have to figure out what was wrong one way or another but how?

Frustrated, he made his way to his chambers to retire for the night. As he took the route that led to his room, he recalled that he hasn't had a proper meal and for some reason, he wasn't hungry as well. The minute he got into his chambers and slammed the door behind him, he stripped off his clothes, wore a lighter material and made for his bed, hoping to fall asleep but even that seemed like an impossible feat to achieve.

He reached out to his sleeping herbs that Moira had prepared for him and drowned all the contents but still, it didn't make any effect on his current state. For how long would he go through this? How long would he suffer? How long would he be sleep deprived? For how long would his pain and endless nightmare torture and torment him?

Angered, he tuned into his wolf to communicate with Moira.

"My lord..." Her voice came through almost immediately "Is there something—"

"Send Celyn up to my chambers." And with that, he quickly severed the mind link. He wasn't supposed to do this now but maybe drawing s****l pleasures from her body would help him sleep better since none of the herbs were working anymore. He would have to get tired and utterly exhausted and what better way than his slave?

Sooner than he expected, he heard the hesitant but firm knock on his door.

"Come in!" He ordered and the door immediately opens ajar to reveal Celyn who was clad in a sultry and exposed outfit. Celyn had always looked beautiful but he had never been impressed or allured by her. He had made it clear that she was only in his life to pass the time and satisfy him whenever he was bored. She was his slave, his plaything that he had acquired for himself.

"You sent for me my lord." Her voice threaded with need and pure arousal.

"Strip!" A single command that resonated with authority. She immediately pulled off her clothing one after the other till she was left stark naked in front of him.

"Where would it be my lord? On the bed or on the table as usual?" She questioned while he went silent as he pondered on her question.

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CELYN

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Celyn waited patiently for him to give her an answer. Everytime she had asked this question, he had always given her the same reply. She had always wanted desperately to be on his bed but he had always taken her from the table for as long as she could remember. At first she didn't complain because he was married but then, his wife was dead now and she would love to stake her claim on him before he officially brings home his new wife.

She was tired of being spanked from the table. She was tired of being f****d like a regular slave. She was his slave so shouldn't hers be different? She's the mistress of the Lycan king so shouldn't he treat her as such? She knew that she had no class and was no way near his status but the fact still remained that she was his woman.

In as much as he had never taken a woman to his bed, she wanted to be the only one capable of defying it.

And plus this night is supposed to be a memorable one. She had anticipated it all day ever since he left for the human world so there's no way he's going to ruin it for her. He would take her on his bed and she would make absolutely sure of it.

"The table" Came his reply after the brief pause and her countenance suddenly depleted in a matter of seconds.

"The table?" She repeated "But my lord, the surface is hard and—"

"And What?" He cut her off completely. The frown on his face evident as she stared down at her. "Are you trying to defy me?"

"I can never my lord" She bowed her head slightly in apology.

"Come here" He muttered in a low voice and she slowly walked towards him.

"Don't walk." He ordered stopping her in her tracks. "On your knees. Crawl to me Celyn."

She got on her knees and began crawling towards his direction. He watched with a solemn face as she made her way towards him.

When she got to where he was seated, He lifted her up by her chin till she got to an eye level with his face.

Gripping her hair with his other hand, he smashed his lips on hers in a feverent kiss, drinking from her lips like nectar over and over again.

Celyn was already drunk and giddy from the kisses. She felt like she would explode anytime soon. He was making her wet without even trying so hard. She felt her womanhood clench at his every touch.

When his fingertips traced the edge line of her n*****s, she shivered as desired pooled between her legs. Forcing her up to sit up on her knees, he dipped his head and took her already hard n*****s into his mouth and sucked on them in hard tugs.

"Oooh!" A loud moan escaped her lips as he forced his head closer to give her more contact.

His fingers trailed down to the center of her womanhood as he parted the folds of her core and ran his fingers over her swollen nub. Eyes closed in surrender, she guided his hands as he rubbed them on her c**t in circular motion.

"There. Right—Yes! There." Unable to stop, she arched into his touch. Creating more pressure, more friction. "f**k right there!" She shivered.

He inserted his fingers deep into her wet fold. She panted as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her hole relentlessly.

"By the goddess!" She cried out loudly as she felt the hot fluid gush out from her womanhood like a tidal wave. She just came in a matter of minutes.

As if on cue, she stood up slowly, making sure to throw off his robe in a seductive way that'll make him see every bit of her exposed skin.

She always had him on the edge and knowing that creates a certain satisfaction in her. Knowing that she's the only one that bends him to her will. Knowing that she's the only one he ever allows this close. Cullen doesn't have a heart but a mind that belongs and is controlled by her alone.

Stalking closer, she made sure to never break eye contact with him. She had always been good when it came to fueling his emotions and she always does it so effortlessly. She managed to tug of his robe after and proceeded to undo the buttons to his trousers.

In one swift movement, he pushed her to the nearest table and placed his c**k at her extrance. He thrusted and pushed deeper into her sheath.

"Ohhhhhh!" She drawled when he was completely buried inside her.

He moved slowly at first and began to increase his pace with each stroke he took. She screamed out as he rammed into her warm sultry flesh continuously. The sound of skin to skin slapping themselves and their erratic breathing added tension in the bedroom. Cullen had always had an insatiable appetite and she was the only one who could take him, all of him. She was the only one who could keep up with his animal. The only one who could tame him.

Celyn's body was on fire now as she writhed from side to side. She wanted him to stop but then she needed him to continue f*****g her. She chanted loudly when he hit that spot where all sensations met and magnified by a hundred folds.

"My lord!" She screamed till she was thrashing. Her hair fell over her face as her eyes rolled her back to face him. Pinning her hands over her head, he increased his pace, urging, rubbing her c**t more desperately.

"Oh yes!" She let out a loud piercing scream as she came apart, exploding right there on the table.

He pulled out of her tight sheath and took a step away from her leaving her cold and lonely as he had always done whenever he was through with her.

"Leave and don't forget to take your herbs from Moira" He instructed before disappearing into his bathroom.

Picking up her clothes from the ground, she wore them and quietly exited his chambers. Although he treated her like trash but she was already used to it and as far as those herbs are concerned, she would never ever take them. Not even in a million years.