Chapter 94

Ollie’s POV

Conrad crawls up the length of my body like an animal, his eyes wild as he looks over every single square inch of my body, gaze darting like he can’t get enough, doesn’t know where to look next.

When he’s finally fully on top of me, he lowers his mouth to mine, claiming me with his tongue and teeth. He bites at my bottom lip, dragging it out a bit before letting it go.

I’ve barely recovered from that attack of a kiss before he continues with an onslaught on my body.

He traces open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to my breasts, where he teases my nipples with his tongue before tugging them lightly with his teeth. When both nipples are hard and aching, tender little buds, he continues downward, kissing over my abdomen and below.

Finally, he presses my legs open wide, and clamps his mouth over my clitoris.

When I’d been with Hugh like this, he had been deliberate with his tongue, taking me apart inch by inch with long measured strokes.

Conrad, meanwhile, is a whirlwind. His tongue is everywhere at once, giving me no moment of respite as he sucks the pleasure straight out of my most tender spots.

He’s strong too, holding me down on the bed with both arms. I want to buck and move, the pleasure almost too much sometimes, but his arms do not give me even one inch of leeway.

Like this, it doesn’t take me more than a few minutes before I cry out, his name on my tongue.

Pushing himself up to his elbows, he grins at me, showing his canines.

While I’m lost in the sight of him, of his strong, toned body, and his rock hard dick, he unwraps a condom and slides it down over his impressive length.

Then, taking my legs up into the crook of each of his elbows, he stretches my legs even further apart and buries himself inside of me.

He snarls at the feeling, an animalistic sound that would send my heart racing if it wasn’t already speeding out of control.

His dick fills me, stretching me with its width and girth. It hurts for a minute, but only that long. My body was made to be taken like this, by my mates, and it recovers quickly.

Soon, all I can feel is pleasure. This is when he starts to move. He does not ease into it. Instead, he goes 0 to 60 in 2 seconds flat, pounding me into the mattress with a reckless abandon as his fingers bite into my thighs.

I’ll have bruises there, but I don’t care. Seeing him lose himself like this, going wild, is sending me too.

I grab at his shoulders where I can reach, digging my fingernails into his skin.

“Yes!” he says, his voice lust-rough, every word punctuated with a growl. “Mark me with your claws. Show the world I’m yours.”

His words push me to do it, so that I did my fingers more firmly into his skin. He’s a tough Alpha male werewolf. His skin doesn’t break, but he can feel it. I’m sure I’m at least leaving red marks.

What I’ve done drives him even closer to madness.

His hands abandon my thighs, moving instead to grab my ass. He pulls himself back onto his knees, lifting me in the process.

In an impressive show of strength, he uses me like a toy, bouncing me up and down his dick like I weigh nothing at all.

I claw more at his shoulders, his arms, his chest.

He keeps moving impossibly faster and faster still.

It’s too much, I’m so close!

“C-Con-rad!” I say, trying to give warning.

His thrusts come even faster, bucking up into me with impossible speed and force.

I can’t hold on!

“CONRAD!” I scream, my orgasm crashing into me with the force of a truck.

For the length of a second, I feel more pleasure than I’ve ever known.

Then I pass out.

Sometime later, I don’t know how long, I wake up in the comforting embrace of my lover. My body is free of the stickiness I expected to feel. Conrad must have taken the time to clean me.

Now, I am resting in the cradle of his arms, with one under my head and the other wrapped on top of my waist. He’s resting up on his elbow and side, looking down on me. He seems comfortable, like he’s been in this position for a while.

For a moment, I feel contented, my body a perfect kind of jelly, with trembles of pleasure still rumbling through me now and again. Even my wolf is resting peacefully.

Like this, everything feels perfect.

But then I remember who I am, and who he is, and what my passing out might have meant.

In a panic, I reach up, relaxing only when my fingers touch the edge of my mask.

He doesn’t move away from me, but he does frown now, his handsome face becoming darker.

“Did you think I would break my promise?” he asks.

“I wasn’t sure,” I admit, as I try to relax again. It feels more difficult now, with the adrenaline coursing through me.

He huffs impatiently and looks away. “Someday you will learn to trust me.”

I wouldn’t, but only because I know him as Ollie, the former adopted sister he cast aside and despises now.

He can say these words, about trust and the future, only because he does not truly know who I am. If he knew, he wouldn’t be so kind. In fact, he’d probably hate me.

He’d hate Angel, his mate, just as he hates Ollie.

The mood between us feels shattered now, so I roll away, ready to return to my own room at last. Only, as I stand, I remember my nakedness.

I look around on the ground, but when I lift my clothes, I see that they truly are destroyed. Even my bra and panties haven’t survived Conrad’s passions.

I’m not sure what to do now. I can’t very well walk out of this room naked with so many servants and housekeepers around.

Desperately, I look pleadingly at Conrad, only to find his gaze already on me, his eyes alight with amusement.

“Something wrong, Angel?”

“I’d like to go back to my room now,” I say, trying to sound dignified despite my nakedness and the rising embarrassment from being so.

“There’s no stopping you,” he says. He nods toward the door. “The hallway is just through there.”

“I can’t just walk around naked!”

He grins. “Why not? As far as I’m concerned, you should be naked the entire time you are here.”

My cheeks burn now. “Conrad! I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“The servants!” I say.

That seems to wake him from his mischief, as his brightness dims and a growl escapes him.

“Yes, I suppose it wouldn’t do to have their eyes on you. You belong only to my brothers and me after all, and no one else.” He rolls out of bed and stalks toward me, every bit the alpha predator that he is. “You are ours and ours alone, understand?”

“Y-yes,” I say. Perhaps I should find this intimidating. Conrad certainly is.

But instead I find it hot as hell.

Conrad notices the shift in me, his eyes turning curious.

Then, in a flash, we jump towards each other. We tangle, falling back onto the bed for round two.