Novel Square
Chapter-45. Wife duties(18+)
[Raven]
Without wasting another second, he ran his hand up her waist, claiming her lips in a fervor that was proof of how badly he had held himself back, giving her the control.
Xanthea's soft gasps turned into moans and heavy pants as he lifted her off her feet and made her sit on the bike sideways. He didn't have to force anything; her body was melting at his mere touch. She parted her legs. Her slim fingers running desperately from under his ear to his nape, into his hair.
With his free hand, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants.
"Ah! Alpha..." Her fingers curled into a fist around his hair as he plunged inside her.
Xanthea's eyes were shut, her face wrinkling in a wince as he began thrusting in and out.
Asher gently stroked the tear off Xanthea's cheek as he asked, "are you okay, Xanthea?"
"Yes..." she replied with a suppressed moan.
I gritted my teeth at the way my cock throbbed at her moans.
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It was frustrating how badly I wanted to make her moan just as languidly when I pounded into her pussy. And it was even more frustrating to know that I wasn't the one bringing out those melodious whimpers from her throat. "Alpha! Please! Uh!" she writhed on the bike.
"Yes? What do you want, wife?" Asher slowed down, teasing her.
She clearly wanted him to take her rougher. But that fucker wanted to make her beg for it.
"Faster!"
"As you wish."
The sound of their bodies colliding and the raw sound of their skins slapping against one another grew louder, matching Xanthea's escalating cries as she struggled to suppress them.
"You know what a dutiful wife does before she comes?" Asher grabbed her jaws and made her look at him, holding her back from coming.
"W-what?" she spoke against his lips.
"She respectfully screams out her husband's name. My name, wife." He thrusted his fingers inside her mouth. "I want my name smothered on your lips as I fill your pussy. My name, not my rank, not my royal title. I want you to take my fucking... name."
Xanthea hugged him as he took her rougher.
"Ah! Asher..." she whimpered. "Asher! Oh god!"
He groaned. "Fuck yes, wife! Just like that!"
Her hips jerked as Asher held her trembling legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Her mouth hung open in broken gasps as she bit on her upper lip. Her body became unsettled and I could feel the impending release brimming inside her.
Asher gritted his teeth.
"You..." he growled. She moaned at her every thrust. "You have my... permission, Xanthea. Do what you want..." Her nails dug into his skin. All her jitteriness seized at the impact of her orgasm. "Become a healer." He fucked her slowly before pulling out from her.
Xanthea's eyes followed him as he stepped aside. My eyes lingered on her drenched pussy. The slick mixture of her release and Asher's cum trailed down her slit, coating her folds and glistening in the road light. Asher walked round the bike and stood behind Xanthea.
Once the intense pleasure of her orgasm had sanely combined with the exhilaration of Asher's approval, Xanthea turned her attention towards me.
Helping herself down the bike, she turned around and walked to Asher behind the bike, her eyes filled with excitement and a hint of victory as she stood face to face with him. "Really?" she asked.
Asher gave a curt nod.
"Of course, wife."
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Her chest filled up. Tears of happiness lining her eyelids as she skimmed her eyes from Asher to me.
"Thank you... thank you, Alpha," she licked her lips. "Thank you so much."
Asher smiled back at her, ruffling her hair as he made her look at him. She chuckled softly.
She turned around, and I knew she was about to come to me when Asher held her wrist and pulled her in a hug from behind.
"The night's not over yet, wife, and now I am afraid I want you... 'need you' more than you are willing to give..."
She squeezed her body together in the cage of his arms.
"W-what does that... mean, Alpha?" Xanthea asked breathlessly.
"You'll know and also..."
He unzipped my jacket she was wearing and, one by one, freed her from all her clothes before he bent her over the bike. Her breasts pressed against the bike seat. Xanthea's gaze briefly met mine before Asher reclaimed her attention, deftly removing her hairband and letting her locks fall freely down her back.
"... I have no fucking... idea." He growled before he penetrated her in one raw thrust.
Her body moved forward, her breasts bouncing as he fucked her wildly. Her hands grappled around the bike. She held onto everything she could to cope with Asher's pace.
He wrapped his palm around her throat and pulled her back closer to himself.
Asher glared right into my eyes before he bit her on her neck, exactly where I had left my hickey.
"Asher!" Xanthea yelped in pain.
I widened my eyes.
This Asher is not normal.
I have to find out now.
This wasn't just some kind of foreplay or one-time thing. It looked far more than that.
Forget about the previous brides. He had never been this obsessed with his own luna candidate, Viella. And Viella has been with him ever since childhood. There was a level of trust and respect between Asher and Viella, but this madness? Nothing matched with this.
I couldn't tell what it was. Possessiveness? Obsession? Infatuation? Lust? Kink? Asher was confusing the hell out of me.
But that was a good thing.
Whatever the reason might be, the more he wants her, the more fun it will be to steal her away from him.
"You are going to regret this. Both of you are going to regret this deeply," Ezra warned.
"Stay out of this if you are not going to participate," I said, before walking to Xanthea.
"Who says I am not participating? Asher's fucking her on my bike. So I might not be participating directly, but my bike sure as hell is having a great time," Ezra grumbled.
Ignoring him, I held up Xanthea's thawing, teary face.
She looked into my eyes, panting and moaning badly.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock.
"Xanthea... as a wife, you have some duties towards me as well. You'll be a good omega and give me your head, right?" I asked.
"I thought you didn't like others going down on you." Asher's words were more of a threat than a question.
I narrowed my gaze, taking his challenge.
"Well, my little omega doesn't come under the 'others' anymore," I said, rubbing the tip of my cock against her lips.
I never had a problem going down on others, but I just didn't like others doing the same with me. It was never my thing to have my thing in someone's mouth.
But things... were definitely changing now.