Chapter 192

Helen’s POV

“Now, my dear little Wolf,” the Huntsman purred. “Shall we get married first? Or should we go straight to the bedroom?”

I was nearly panting with desire at this point. “I don't care,” I gasped out.

And I really didn't. The Huntsman could do whatever he wanted to me, marry me, fuck me. I didn't care as long as it was with my Huntsman.

He tapped my nose. “I think we should do both. And film it! Martin, get the camera.”

Martin bowed, and the Huntsman pulled me to my feet, carefully untying both my hands and my ankles. A ripple of disappointment went through me. I was sure he'd tied me up for something kinky.

But if my darling thought that we needed to do something else instead, whatever he wanted, I’d do. I followed as the Huntsman led me out of the room we were in, away from the sofa. After leading me down a short hallway, he opened the door to a bedroom. Inside there was nothing but a large bed and a video camera on a tripod.

“You see,” he explained, “it's one thing to take you as mine and revel in that pleasure. But the pleasure is somewhat diminished if a certain young man named Justin isn't privy to my fun. In order for our union to have the deepest meaning for me, I need to be able to share the blessing that is our relationship.”

I draped myself around the Huntsman's neck, nibbling at his ear. “Anything you want, my darling,” I said.

“Are you ready?” he asked Martin.

“Whenever you are,” Martin answered.

The Huntsman pulled me over to the bed. In one swift movement, he yanked off my skirt and pulled my blouse over my head. I shivered with anticipation.

This was going to happen. I was going to be with my beloved.

“Wait just a moment for me, my dear.” He undid his own pants and slipped those off, then sat on the edge of the bed. “We need to do this in such a way that we can be facing the marriage official, don't you think?”

I nodded. He could say whatever he liked. All he had to do was ask, and I would do it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed pushed his erection straight up into the air. I sighed and shivered at the sight of it. Any moment now, that was going to be inside me, and that was all I ever wanted.

“Come to me,” he ordered.

I came and started to sit down on his lap, facing him, but he stopped me with his hands on my hips.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I spun in his grip, and he lowered me so that I was on his lap, facing toward Martin and the camera. Beneath my legs, I could feel my Huntsman’s cock pulse against my thighs. I wanted it inside me, but he wasn't letting me yet.

I wiggled my hips around, but he held them tight in his grip. “No, no, no, my love. Not yet. Are you ready, Martin?”

“Yeah.” Martin started filming, then came around and stood in front of the two of us, a book open before him.

He started to read the words of a wedding ceremony, but I barely caught what he was saying because now the Huntsman had slipped his fingers between my legs. He pressed open the soft folds between my thighs and ran his fingers through the slickness that my body had created in welcome for him.

He spread that around, massaging me and opening me up. I panted and leaned back against him. He bit my ear hard enough to make me screech.

“Pay attention to the minister, my love.”

Dutifully, I focused on Martin and tried to listen to the words that he was saying, talking about how I would belong to the Huntsman.

What a silly and repetitive thing to be doing. I would never belong to anyone but the Huntsman.

Using gentle pressure, the Huntsman gripped his shaft and pushed the soft head of his cock up inside me. I spread my legs wider and shifted my hips, tipping them backward toward his body so that I could take the full length of him inside me.

A groan of happiness escaped my lips, and I realized that I was no longer following his request. I wasn't paying attention to the minister’s words but couldn't help rocking against the stiffness inside me. Back and forth, I wiggled my hips, grinding myself against his erection. The Huntsman’s grip around my waist tightened, and he dug his chin into my shoulder.

Martin looked at the Huntsman and asked him if he would take me to be his lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health. The Huntsman thrust himself deep inside me.

“I do,” he said sternly and firmly in time with his desperate movements.

I rocked more frantically, my excitement heightening.

“Do you, Helen,” Martin said, his eyes locked on where our hips joined to each other. He licked his lips, and I saw his pants pulse at the front. He was getting off on us getting off.

“Do you take the Huntsman to be your husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do,” I whimpered, arching and touching my nipples and my clit, desperately gyrating, hoping to reach a climax.

But the Huntsman kept holding himself back. “You can do what you like, Martin,” he gasped out, voice tight with the force of his control.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” Martin said at the same time he undid his zipper and freed his cock.

He stepped towards me, his erection pointing straight at my face like a dagger.

“Will you suck him, my dear wife?” the Huntsman asked, jamming his hardness up into my body so that I cried out.

I shook my head and tucked back against the Huntsman's shoulders. “I don't want to,” I said through heavy breaths. “I don't want to touch anyone but you.”

“Never?” he asked.

“Not under any circumstances,” I confirmed.

“Not even someone like the last lycan, someone like Justin?”

He put his hand between my legs, rubbing at my clit while he jammed himself harder and faster.

“No. No one but you,” I cried.

His hand worked so fast across me that I arched my back and cried out, this time in pleasure. The Huntsman bit down on my neck, his next thrust so hard that he groaned through his teeth and into my skin.

I felt his erection pulse as he emptied himself into me. The natural reaction of my body was to absorb this, to take him in, to draw power from this union.

At the same time, Martin groaned, spurting all over the floor in front of us. Since I wouldn't do anything with him, he’d pleasured himself, using us as a guide.

The Huntsman released my shoulder from his bite, licking at me. “Your blood tastes so good,” he said. “If I were a vampire, I would want you.” He looked straight ahead of me into the camera. “There, now everyone is happy. Right, my wife?”

I nodded my head, letting my hair fan across his shoulder and panting out my lingering feelings. The Huntsman shoved me off to the floor.

“Get some clothes on yourself,” he demanded. “My wife shouldn't be seen naked in front of other men.”

I scrambled to the dresser nearby, obeying. The only things inside were huge men's t-shirts, but if my husband, the Huntsman, wanted me dressed, then I would oblige, and I pulled one over my head, hiding my body inside the sack of cloth.

“Martin, you know where to send that,” the Huntsman ordered. “See that it gets out right away.”

“Yes, sir.”

Martin was already putting his pants back up. He took the video camera and left the room.

“What would you like me to do, my love?” I said.

“Nothing. Your job is done for now. Just stay out of my sight.”

I burst into tears. “Please don't cast me away. I only want to be near you.”

“I know, but you disgust me,” the Huntsman said.

“What can I do to make you love me?”

He turned the coldest look I'd ever seen on me. “Nothing. No one in their right mind could ever love a werewolf like you. You're a sad excuse for a living creature.”

“Did I not bring you enough pleasure?” I bent on my knees. “I could do more. Whatever you ask of me. All you have to do is say the word.”

“I know all I have to do is say the word,” he snarled. “That's exactly why I used this magic on you. And for the rest of your life, you will spend your time doing exactly what I want of you. And right now, I want you to stay out of my sight. The next time I feel like I need to get laid, I'll come back and take advantage of you. Until then, you may sit here and cry over me.”

I couldn't help but obey. And as he left the room, I burst into tears. Everything had gone so wrong. Somehow my love, my one and only Huntsman, was displeased with me. It broke my heart. I would have done anything to make him happy, and yet he had left me with the order to cry over him.

With no choice, I obeyed.