Chapter 100
Author’s POV
She lay on the bed, still and scared, her heart racing faster than sports cars in a race but she had made her choice and that was to end the man who had wrecked her life with her hands, even if her life was on the line.
Iris had told her to disarm him but she had other plans as she didn’t want him to continue creating havoc in the pack.
Her mask was still on her face and she wore a wig that was exactly like Iris’ hair to confuse him, and the turned-off light was to her advantage.
The door was pushed open and the light from the hallway shone into the room, showing Elda’s drunk figure. The feast wasn’t in full session yet and he had already filled his system with alcohol.
It would make things easier for her, she thought.
Elda squinted his eyes and his lips stretched into a cynical smirk when he caught the sight of a seductively dressed woman whom he thought to be Iris lying on the bed.
“Hey, woman. I thought you wanted to tear me into pieces several hours ago. What are you doing on my bed?” He mused, staggering toward the bed.
Eliana chuckled lightly and cleared her throat so that she could mimic Iris’s talking voice.
“I realized that I’ve been a big fool mourning for the dead, besides, he can’t give me the position that I’ve always wanted to be in,” She answered, her voice low and sultry.
Elda finally landed on the bed and turned on the bed lamp so that he could see her. He drew close to her and relaxed on the headboard while Eliana placed her head on his chest.
“You see, there’s nothing to gain from a man that is dead and gone forever so why can’t I move on?” She asked rhetorically.
Elda furrowed his brows, massaging his temples as if in deep thought. “So you’re trying to tell me that everything you did in the morning was all show?” He probed further.
She nodded and slowly peeled the transparent lace robe off her skin, exposing the deep blue net lingerie she wore beneath it. He gasped and licked his lips, his eyes blaring with pure lust and ravaging over her body.
She rode on his primal need for her and trailed her fingers over his chest and then she placed a kiss on the nape of his neck.
“Well, I didn’t want you to hurt the innocent woman. I wronged you by giving my body to that man and now I’m here to apologize to you with the same thing your body deeply desires. Isn’t that great?” She laughed and straddled him, her thighs clutching onto his waist.
Elda grabbed her ass and squeezed it roughly, breathing harshly as he bit his lips again.
If he hadn’t defiled and raped, thereby breaking her relationship with her mate, she’d have found herself lucky to be in bed with one of the most handsome men she had seen.
True, Elda was an eye candy, effortlessly charming and smoking hot, but he was beast that shouldn’t be allowed to walk on the surface of the earth. Besides, he wasn’t as good-looking as her mate.
“I’m glad you realized that you wronged me, but this is quite better, you know. I love women that own up to their mistakes and that’s why I won’t hurt your friend again,” He touched her mask and tried to pull it off but she pulled her face away.
“Don’t touch it, Alpha, that’s part of the fun,” She giggled.
Without warning, he turned her over and bit her neck. She dug hard into her lips to keep the irritated hiss that threatened to escape her lips.
“Enough talk, baby, I want you right now,” He admitted fiercely.
“I’m all yours,” She replied, raking through his hair.
Without any hesitation, he began to pepper kisses over her body and stopped at her breasts. He grazed them with his teeth, tearing off the net lingerie that kept the upper part of her cleavages bare, hiding her dark nipples.
He grabbed one of them, fondling it aggressively while she writhed underneath him. She sucked in some air and lowered her face to his ear, licking the lobe sensually while he encouraged her with a deep groan.
She smiled behind her mask, knowing that her subtle acts were getting to him and she was so close to ending him.
“Oh, Iris, I didn’t know you could be this passionate, and your body, I don’t think I can ever look at another woman the way I look at you,” He confessed in the throes of passion while she rolled her eyes.
“But what about that other woman you had here on this same bed?” She pouted, feigning annoyance.
He scoffed, sliding his fingers to her wet thighs. She clenched her teeth, wishing she could cut off his hands before they got there, but she couldn’t give him the notion that she wasn’t enjoying it so she held back.
“Come on, Iris. Whatever happened between us was just a spur of the moment, nothing serious. Do you want to spoil what we are enjoying right now with that disgusting memory?” He discarded the conversation.
A bitter response rolled to the tip of her tongue but she swallowed, reminding herself that one wrong move could end her mission and put her in trouble.
“You’re right, she’s not important,” She agreed, her tone plain and terse.
“Can I take off the mask? I really want to have a taste of your lips. You’ve never allowed me to kiss you and that unfair, don’t you think?” He implored.
She caressed his hair and smiled. “This is our first time together and you want to be quick about it?” She teased him. “I want you the same way you want me that’s why I want to pleasure you first,”
She slid down to his pants and undid the belt and zip. And then she pulled down his briefs and his phallus sprang free. Her fingers stroked his warm length gradually until he began to pant, his body trembling at the sensational feeling of the magic her hand performed.
That was when she decided to strike. She pulled out the knife she had tucked away at the edge of the bed and raised her hands to strike, and then she felt a grip on her wrist.