Halle’S POV.
The drama in this castle is escalating as the days go by and soon, this pack is going to become a war zone.
One thing I don’t understand is why people keep making murder attempts on Alpha Jayce and Luna Alora.
They are the leaders chosen by the Moon goddess and that means they are capable of ruling us. I don’t know why people are trying to dethrone them.
Accept the leaders the Moon goddess has given you and stay quiet. It’s that simple!
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I fish it out. My heart race picks up when I see Omega Reed’s name on the caller ID and I contemplate whether to answer the call or not.
These past days, I have been through a lot in his hands.
He has been ignoring me like I do not exist all because of what?
A kiss!
Tss…
Coward.
The phone stops ringing and almost immediately, it starts blowing up again. The urge to let it ring till the end hits me, but my desire to talk to him beats it.
Despite all that he’s putting me through, I still have feelings for him. I still love him and there’s no way in hell I’m missing this call.
I swipe the green icon and press the phone against my ear.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?” His deep, baritone voice comes through, making me smile unintentionally.
This man and his charms.
“On my way home.”
“I’d like us to share a drink. I want to congratulate you for what you did today at the mall. You saved Luna’s life.”
“That’s nothing for me to be congratulated for. It’s my duty to keep her safe.”
“I still want to share a drink with you.”
“So you’ll get drunk and kiss me and ask me to leave your house, huh?”
“Still holding grudges.”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I already got your location, I’m driving there now.” He ends the call and I groan in frustration.
He’s stubborn.
Very stubborn and surprisingly, I like it.
I want him to come pick me up. I want him to take me to his house. I want to share a drink with him. Even get drunk. I want to do bad things with him.
I’m smiling like an idiot as I wait for him by the roadside.
Ten minutes later, a black Aston Martin DB12 Super Tourer parks in front of me and the passenger seat glass window is wound down. Reed’s handsome face comes to view. It’s almost dark, so I can’t see his face clearly, but I can see that he looks as handsome as always.
“If you are waiting for me to come and open your seat door for you, we might as well spend the night out here.”
Reed will never change.
I calmly open the passenger seat door and hop into the car. Once I’m settled, he drives off.
I’m getting a ride in a fucking Aston Martin DB12 Super Tourer.
How rich is this guy?
When we arrive at his mansion, he parks in the driveway. We both alight from the car and go into the house.
My heart is in my throat. I look around his sophisticated living room. I can never get enough of it.
“Where’s your butler?” He walks over to me.
“I gave him the weekend off. I gave my entire staff the weekend off, so if we both need anything, we’d have to do it ourselves.”
“I don’t have a problem with that. But it’s a bit bizarre that you gave them all the weekend off. Why’d you do that?” He shrugs and steps closer to me. Dangerously closer.
We are barely inches apart from each other. If I lean forward a bit, my face is going to touch his chest. I swallow dryly and look up at him.
“Why?” My voice is a pathetic whisper. I can feel sweat forming on my forehead, my heart has careened out of control. Just his closeness is making me lose my mind. I’m definitely going to melt if he touches me.
“Because I needed privacy. With you.”
“With whom?”
“You.” There’s fire in his eyes. His scorching breath is fanning my face and the manner in which he’s looking at me makes my knees buckle.
This is not good.
This is not good at all.
“The drinks are in my bedroom.”
“Your bedroom?” I try to hide my excitement.
“Yeah, but we won’t be drinking tonight.” A small Yelp escapes my throat as he sweeps me in his arms and starts walking towards the staircase.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you see me doing?”
“I can walk just fine!”
“I’m well aware of that. I had this sudden urge to show off my biceps, that’s why I chose to carry you.” I giggle and hide my blood red face in his broad chest.
Reed and his words.
“What will we be doing tonight if not drinking?” He kicks the door to his bedroom and his perfectly organised bedroom comes into view. My heart starts pounding again when he walks to his bed and puts me to lie on it.
I bite back the smile that’s threatening to speed on my lips.
“What do you want to do?”
“Anything you want to do.” I purse my lips.
“Stop holding back your smile, Halle. Feel free.” I almost choke on my saliva when he pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it aside. The way his muscles flex as he raises them up and down makes my swallow hard.
“Are you sure you are down for anything I want us to do to you?” I freeze when he sits on the bed, close to me. “Do you want me to repeat my question?”
“No… I mean yes… I mean… Yes, I’m down for anything you want us to do tonight.” I reply with a hoarse voice.
“Are you down for sex? Because that’s what I want to do with you tonight.”
Sweet Moon goddess.
This man will be the end of me.
The way he says things is so peculiar and hot!
“I’m down for sex with you.” I reply with a raspy voice. He flashes me and gets on the bed to meet me.
He leans forward and captures my lips in an intense kiss.
As he kisses me deeply, he lets his fingertips trail down my long, slender throat, to the shelf of my collarbone, and then a little lower to the top swell of my breast. I suck in a gasp of air as he touches the space between my breasts, which is exactly the width of his middle finger.
The room is intensely silent. All I can hear is his breath, and my own heartbeat. Gently, he traces the shape of my breast, letting my fingers dip down the front of my dress.
I am not wearing a bra. His thumb brushes over my nipple, which is stiff, standing out against the thin material. I let out a little moan and he can’t stop.
He gently gets off of me and pulls me to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees in front of me. I am lying on my back. He pulls off the dress I have on, letting my breasts spill out.
My tits are creamy white, tear-drop shaped, with tan-coloured nipples. He takes them into his hands and I moan, pressing my breasts hard against his palms.
I’m sure he can tell how incredibly sensitive I am.
He takes my breast in his mouth and begins to suck. I moan yet again, grabbing his head and pressing his mouth harder against my chest.
“Oh my god,” I groan breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
Reed goes back and forth between my breasts, sucking one nipple and caressing the other with his hand, then switching places, until my nipples are swollen and throbbing, and my pale breasts are flushed pink.
I throw my head back, arching my back to present my breast to him more readily, groaning with pleasure.
I’m soaking wet down there. Kneeling between my thighs, I’m sure he can smell the sweet, musky scent of my pussy.
He shoves my thighs apart and pushes my skirt up. I’m wearing panties; white cotton. He pulls the crotch to the side, revealing a shell-pink pussy, gleaming wet.
He cannot resist it.
He buries his face between my legs, inhaling that intoxicating scent. It turns him into an animal. He licks and rubs his face in my sweet cunt, he tastes me, touches me, makes me scream.
“Oh! Oh!” I gasp, thrusting my hands into his hair. I don’t have to urge him on, he is eating my pussy like a starving man.
He is pushing his tongue all the way inside of me, then gently sucking on my clit and whilst at it, He reaches up to caress my breasts again.
I can barely stand the combination of the two. I try to hold back my cries, but it is impossible. I am writhing and grinding on his face, while he keeps hold of both my breasts, squeezing and tugging on my nipples, massaging the whole breast and then pulling his fingers all the way down to the tip.
My thighs are resting on his shoulders and I am squeezing around his head, my clit grinding back and forth on his tongue. I’m breathing faster and harder,
crying out as I give one last convulsive clench of my
thighs. My back arches and my entire body tauts and shakes. He squeezes my nipples hard, heightening the intensity and pleasure for as long as he can. Then, at last, I relax, my face flushed and my skin glowing warm.
“Ohhh, what are you doing to me . . .” I groan.
“I need you,” Reed confesses. “I need more of you right now!”
As he hovers over my body once more, I can feel his cock stiffening, pressing against my clit with only his shorts between us. I can feel my own body responding. He just made me cum harder than I have even in my life and I want more. I am dying to feel that same sensation flushing through my system, wiping every fear and stress out of my mind.
His cock is getting harder and harder, until the pressure on my clit is almost painful. His arousal makes me aroused. It makes me want to touch him the way he touches me.
I reach down and pull down the shorts he has on, revealing his shaft.
My mouth flies open in shock.
He is big!
“Surprise!” He jokes and I giggle. I close my hand around his shaft, shocked by its thickness.
His cock is bigger than a banana.
It is almost as thick as my own wrist. And much warmer. I can feel it throbbing against my palm.
Jamal groans in frustration.
Gently, I tug his cock upright and it gets even harder now that the blood can flow freely. His cock is brown and veiny, with a heavy head swollen with blood.
I stroke with my hand. I cannot believe how simultaneously soft and hard it is. The skin is like silk, and the flesh beneath is iron. When my fingers catch the little ridge under the head of his cock, Reed moans into my mouth.
It is leaking fluid, which helps lubricate my hand. I slide my palm back and forth across the head, gently tugging and squeezing.
Reed is thrusting into my hand, and those powerful thrusts make me soaking wet. I imagine what it will feel like to have that cock penetrating another part of my body.
Reed reaches his hand under my skirt and slips his fingers inside my panties so he can touch me at the same time. My pussy is still swollen and sensitive from earlier. He rubs his fingers in gentle circles on my clit, then reaches down a little lower to slide his finger inside of me.
“Reed!” I gasp. Just the feeling of that finger is exquisite.
The warmth and pleasure is like an itch being scratched.
I want more. I want so much more than that.
Without speaking, I pull off my underwear and spread my legs a little wider. Reed positions his warm, heavy cock at my entrance, looking down into my eyes.
“I want you,” I whisper to him.
That is one hundred percent true. No lies, no hidden
motivation.
Reed pushes his cock inside of me, slowly…
His body goes tense as he stops and looks at me.
“You’re a virgin.” He tells me in a strained tone. My soul leaves my body.
We didn’t have that conversation.
“I am.” I Die ten times when he pulls his cock out of my pussy and falls on the bed, his face buried in the sheets. “Is there a problem with that?” He looks at me.
“You are a virgin. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you never asked.”
He buries his face in the sheets again and I’m looking at like he has lost his mind.
“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s your first time.”
“Of course I’m sure I want to do this. That’s why I’m here.”
“I’m scared.” I chuckle.
“Reed, scared. That’s strange.”
“Halle…” He comes back to my body and positions himself as my entrance yet again. My body heats up. “It’s going to hurt.”
“Not if you are gentle.” He buries his face between my breasts and sighs hard before looking at me again. My breath hitches when I feel him crowning me again. Once more, he pushes his cock into me and even though I can tell he is being as careful as possible, it still hurts.
He is just so fucking big. A tampon or a finger isn’t even close.
Not even a tenth the size.
“Do you want me to stop?” He pauses when I wince in pain.
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.” I urge and
He kisses me, strokes my hair back from my face with his free hand.
That feels good.
My body relaxes just a little, and his cock slides in a little more. But it isn’t all the way in yet. It has reached a kind of sticking point, where it doesn’t seem to want to go any further.
Reed doesn’t seem impatient. He kisses and holds me, his tongue soft and warm in my mouth, his breath sweet and sensual. He touches my face, he caresses my breasts.
And then, finally, with one more thrust, he breaks through the last barrier. I feel a sharp, tearing sensation, and a flood of warmth. Now his cock is better lubricated. It slides all the way in, until I am completely filled by him.
He is all the way inside of me, and I am looking up in his eyes. That is the closest I have ever been to another person. Whatever happened after this, Reed will always be my first lover.
My pussy is burning with pain and intensity.
Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, running down toward my ears.
“Are you okay?” He asks and I nod.
“I’m good. It’s just … a lot.”
“You feel incredible,” He whispers. “You’re so beautiful, Halle… I know you know that, but I have to tell you anyway.”
He starts to thrust in and out of me, slowly and carefully. Then, finally, I can feel something more of pleasure than pain. A warmth deep inside of me, which spreads outward until my pussy feels that pleasant ache again, and my whole body relaxes and thrums with sensation.
Each time Reed thrusts into me, it is like a wave breaking on the shore, soaking me in bliss. And like the tide, the waves are coming stronger and faster. I feel like I’m about to be submerged.
“Keep going,” I beg him. “Just like that.”
Reed wraps his arms around me , pressing our bodies tight together. He kisses me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same time as his cock penetrates deep inside of me.
My thighs are wrapped around his, and my clit is grinding against his body. Every inch of my skin is lined up with his. The more they touch, the more intense the sensation.
I can feel his breath speeding up in time with his thrusts. His ass is flexing against my calves, driving into me harder and harder. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. All I can feel is warm, liquid pleasure, running through my veins like honey.
I have already had the best climax of my life.
What is building at this moment isn’t a climax, it is a fucking tsunami.
I kiss him ferociously. Biting at his lips, clawing at his back. I need more, more, more of him.
He squeezes me so hard I can’t breathe.
He gives one last monstrous thrust into me and lets out a long, strangled howl. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing, buried to the hilt in my pussy. That twitching tips me over the edge.
With each pulse of cum, her pussy contracts.
I am clamped around him, my whole body shaking, my eyes roll back in my head.
I can’t see, or feel, or hear anything except the brilliant flashes of colour in my brain.
I am cumming so hard that I think my soul has left my body.
Sex with Reed has happened.