Ragnor
"Patrolling."
The lie slipped out smoothly, but it tasted like poison on my tongue. I hated lies. They were weak and sloppy, completely beneath an Alpha, and yet here I was, feeding one to Deidre while my fingers still carried the scent of another woman’s pussy.
My mate’s cunt.
My fingers flexed into fists behind , irritation curling in my gut. Deidre’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, but then she smiled softly, sliding closer until her body pressed against mine.
"Patrolling," she repeated, drawing the word out in a low purr. Her fingers trailed up the buttons of my shirt before wrapping around the back of my neck.
"You look frustrated, my love. Are you tired? Co, let ease off your tension." She looped her arm through mine, her fingers intertwining with mine.
Terror prowled restlessly inside , shaking with disapproval. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like her scent covering Candace’s scent on my fingers.
I couldn’t care less. I had made a gullible mistake touching Candace when I shouldn’t have. I had to get her scent, her moans, out of my head — and I had to do it now before they took root sowhere I couldn’t dig them out from.
I let Deidre take my hand. She tugged toward her quarters, her hips swaying with every step.
Today had felt infinitely long, arriving from Paris after our honeymoon, the eting with Father, learning that Dylan of all people would be our Beta.
A lot of things didn’t go down right today. Maybe that was why I had made that slip in Candace’s bathroom.
Night had fallen over the packhouse. The corridors were dim, lit by mounted wall lights and the guards stationed in the hallways held themselves perfectly still.
Flashes of Candace tore through my mind anyway. The soft gasp that had slid through her lips when my fingers sank into her tight heat. The flash of fire in her eyes and the way her body had trembled against mine even as she told to get out.
I shoved it all down, hard. I had gone there to confront her for seducing Reign, and instead I had ended up with my fingers buried inside her. Guilt punched through my gut.
The mory made my cock twitch traitorously. She had been so wet. So fucking hot. The way she had moaned Raggy — that old nickna I hadn’t heard in three years — had nearly broken .
Get her out of your head, I snarled at myself. She’s a murderer and a liar.
We arrived at Deidre’s quarters and the mont the door closed behind us, she strutted to her drawer, pulling out a small packet of flavored condoms. She picked her favorite, strawberry, holding it up with a seductive little smile on her face.
"Sit down, my love," she whispered in a husky voice.
I dropped onto the edge of the chaise by her bed, my mind was still half in that bathroom, replaying Candace’s slick pussy folds around my fingers.
Deidre sunk to her knees in front of , crawling forward slowly, her short red dress riding up to reveal the curve of her plump ass. She gazed up at through her lashes as she reached for my belt.
"Good girl," I murmured, threading my fingers through her honey-brown hair. "Take it out."
She obeyed eagerly, unzipping and pulling my cock free. It was already hard — painfully hard, and not because of her.
Deidre wrapped her hand around the base and pumped slowly, twisting her wrist the way I liked but all I could see was copper-blonde hair and golden eyes.
I growled in anger and tightened my grip in Deidre’s hair. "Open."
She did, her lips stretching wide around my thick length. The first wet slide of her tongue made hiss. She took deeper, sloppy and eager, saliva already dripping down her chin as she worked with her mouth and hand.
"That’s it," I rasped, hips bucking forward. "Suck harder!"
Deidre moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She bobbed her head faster, taking my cock into her throat as she lapped greedily at it.
Drool mixed with cum dribbled down her chin onto her tits as she gagged herself on , eyes watering but never pulling back.
I needed more. I needed Candace out of my head!
With a growl, I grabbed her hair and throat, held her in place and ramd my cock into her mouth, fucking her throat brutally.
Her eyes widened, rolling in their sockets as my dick shoved deeper into her throat.
I fucked her mouth harder, controlling the pace with my hand in her hair.
This was exactly how I needed it. Anything to get rid of the image of Candace in my head and the guilt eating inside for touching her.
The sa hand, the thought slamd into before I could shove it back. The sa hand that had been inside Candace forty minutes ago.
I closed my eyes harder, trying to lose myself in the wet heat of Deidre’s mouth. It didn’t work.
Behind my eyelids, it wasn’t Deidre. It was Candace looking up at , tears caught on her lashes, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed from the shower.
Raggy.
I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they would crack. I needed more. I needed Candace out of my head.
With a growl, I grabbed Deidre’s hair and throat, held her in place, and ramd forward, fucking her throat brutally.
Her eyes widened. She took it, the way she always did, but it didn’t help. Nothing was helping. Each thrust felt like it was happening to soone else, like I was watching myself from the corner of the room and finding the man in the chair pathetic.
For one dangerous second, Candace’s face flashed in my mind again — those pink lips parted in a moan.
"Fuck," I snarled, thrusting deeper, forcing Deidre to take every inch until her nose pressed against my pelvis. She choked, her throat convulsing around , but she held on like the greedy little slut she was.
I surged to my feet, pulling her hair back and driving my hips forward, pumping my dick into her mouth with my balls slapping against her chin with every thrust.
Tears stread down her cheeks, mixing with the ss of saliva while she moaned and slurped over the latex covering my dick.
But my mind kept drifting to Candace’s tight little pussy clenching around my fingers. Her broken moan.
Rage and sha burned through . I snarled and fucked Deidre’s throat even harder, trying to drown the mory out with pure sensation. She gagged loudly, choking and gasping for air when I finally pulled out.
"Fuck," I snarled, the sound torn out of .
I yanked Deidre off before I ca in her mouth like that.
She gasped for air, looking up at with lust-drunk eyes, her lips swollen and shiny, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock.
"You okay, my love?" she rasped, smiling.
I stared down into the green eyes that belonged to the woman I had told myself I wanted for three years. She should have been everything but even now doubts were beginning to creep in.
Terror went silent inside in refusal.
This isn’t going to fix it, he murmured quietly. You know that.
I dragged Deidre up onto my lap, forcing my mouth onto hers in a hard, punishing kiss, trying to drown the thought.
It didn’t work. It wasn’t going to work.
And sowhere in the back of my mind, I knew it.
So I broke the kiss instead, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing. In one smooth motion, I flipped her upside down, her head hanging toward the floor, legs wrapped around my shoulders.
Her dress fell completely, exposing her dripping pussy right in front of my face, anything to drown this lust for Daisy in my veins.
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