Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Present Day.
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As I wake up, the soreness between my legs is the first thing I notice. I groan, lifting myself onto my elbows, and turn my head enough to see that Silas, the Lycan Prince Beta, is asleep beside me. The glorious chocolate beast is sprawled out completely naked in my pink, glossy satin sheets, and it’s beautiful.
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1 quietly slide off the side of my bed and crawl into my bathroom to relieve myself and get cleaned up. When I get to the mirror, I groan. I am a fucking mess in both a good and a bad way. There are newly formed bruises all over my body from the shit show that went down yesterday. My hair is messy and it’s more than evident that I got a hell of a fucking last night.
I get in the shower and hear said chocolate cutie enter the bathroom to use the facilities. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. I hope he just leaves. I can’t believe he talked me into us fucking for a second time. I’ve never done it a second time. There’s a reason for that. I attract the worst kind of men. He’s cute and proper, but those are worse than the tattooed gangsters I’m used to.
Ignoring my bad choices, I start preparing for my day, covering up the exposed bruising and doing my breathing exercises so my wolf settles back down. The last thing I need is to snap at my boss today, of all days.
I’m pleased to see that he’s gone when I walk out to my bedroom. But then I am severely disappointed when the smell of bacon and vanilla greets me. I lean against the high archway of my kitchen to see Silas moving around, trying to find something. He is so out of place here that it’s laughable.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“Coffee,” he points at the crazy machine Perry bought me years ago. I’ve never used it and honestly wouldn’t know how to
start it.
“I don’t drink coffee. I’ve been a rogue for a long time and it either makes me aggressive as fuck or sleepy,” I say pushing off the frame. I need to get him out of here before I leave for work. It’s dangerous for him to be here. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking letting him in last night. “I have tea,”
“Pass,” he says, and continues to make pancakes.
“What are you still doing here, Your Highness?” I ask. I can’t hide how annoyed I am at that.
“Making breakfast so I can fuck you for the last time and bail,” he answers brutally honest.
He turns to face me to see if I will deny him this. I’m not. It’s a great way to start my morning. I don’t want to listen to Mr. Thorne talk about his latest conquest without throwing that I fucked one of the hottest mother fucker’s I’ve ever met in my life back at him.
“Okay,” I agree when he doesn’t say anything else. “What are we having?”
“Pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” he smirks.
“Mmm, that’s heavy for me, but I’ll take it,” I say, pouring myself a glass of orange juice and taking a sip. He takes it from me and drinks half before handing it back. I don’t want it anymore.
“Your apartment is pink as fuck,” he says looking around. “You have a Ghostface kink?”
“I do,” I nod, not giving him more than he needs.
He laughs but doesn’t press for anything else. He serves me and we eat at the kitchen island. I open my mouth to tell him I changed my mind about the sex, but it’s caught in my throat when he picks me up and sits me on the countertop.
His plump lips are on mine a second later. His fingers work my buttons expertly. He goes halfway, enough to expose my chest. He pulls my bra down and that huge lycan tongue becomes hot wet magic all over my tits. He pulls my skirt up
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around my waist and turns me around.
I groan when my bruised belly presses against the flat surface of the counter, but I say nothing because the pain only adds to it. He pulls my thong down my thighs and lifts me up. My feet are no longer touching the floor and fuck me that makes this that much hotter. He squeezes that monster inside of me, stretching me wide.
I don’t know what it is about big men like him, but I’ve been obsessed with them since I was old enough to play with these things. It’s a terrible infatuation because I’ve gotten my ass tossed around pretty badly by giants like this all my life. I’ve even had to put some of them down. I’m sure it was a lesson I was supposed to learn a long time ago, but the heart wants what it wants. And right now, it’s this beautiful specimen of a man.
The breakfast he just made for me is pushed all over the counter as I cry out with every thrust. My wolf is reveling in the power of this man and the size of him. The crazy bitch loves this just as much as I do and it had been a long time since I’ve gotten off like this.
In fact, I remember the last time clearly. It was about a year and a half ago. The idiot tied up Mr. Thorne in his penthouse because he was jealous of how close we are. I was waiting outside the police station when he was released, and I tossed his body in their dumpster not long after.
One thing everyone knows about me is, don’t fuck with my human.
It’s sick, but I close my eyes, and my mind just caves in. The sound of Mr. Thorne’s pants replaces Silas’s. I picture him behind me, shirtless, and sweaty stuffing my greedy pussy over and over. He calls me his good girl and grips my hair to pull me back against his chest, hitting the spot I need him to brutally and repeatedly.
When his massive hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, I’m pulsing around him hard. I bite down on my lips hard, not trusting what’s going to come out of my stupid mouth. I snap back to reality when Silas pulls me off the counter and spins me around.
“Wait,” I try to stop him but he roars and his cum shot hits my chest and new blouse. My boss got me this. I nod as the cocky fuck grins back at me completely pleased with himself. “You fuck,”
“I did,” he nods, crouching down. Even on his knees, he towers over me. He kisses me for the last time.
“I’m going to kill you if I ever see you again,” I let him see my wolf’s rage.
“Ah, ah. No more games for us, Vy. If I’m ever balls deep in your pussy again, you’re mine. I don’t want that. You don’t want that. We’re moving on,” he pulls away and starts tucking himself away, not bothering to clean himself up.
“Same page. I meant as a general principle. You fucked up my Channel top,” I growl at him.
“Send me the bill,” he waves me off and takes the last two pieces of bacon from the plate on the counter. “Laters, Wilde,”
“Don’t think I won’t,” I say and get up.
“I’ll tell the Lycan Queen you said what’s up,” he laughs. “Let’s not cross paths for a while, little alpha girl.
