Bride of the Cursed Alpha - Chapter 99: Chapter 99

Auren POV
Despite all the Sable that I had to deal with, despite all the she-wolves who wanted to be in my shoes, and despite all those who hated me, I wanted to be Lucien’s. I wanted to surrender to him, submit to him and be his in every possible way.
Initially, I was so insecure, but he reassured me in his own way, slowly and carefully. He suffered on his own by not revealing that I was his mate even though he knew it the day I accepted Bram’s rejection. My beautiful, beautiful mate. He did it all for me because he didn’t want to push me, because he knew that I had suffered a terrible rejection and because I didn’t have it in me to accept the moon goddess’s fate.
I wasn't the perfect looking girl. A thin, starved omega, who had so many flaws. Yet he never saw those flaws. He always found me beautiful.
We hadn’t stepped out of the room because he hadn’t had enough of me. The moonlight spilled through the curtains bathing us in its beautiful, calming glow. I was tucked against his chest. My fingers idly traced the lines, the indents of his muscles while he buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply every other minute.
“You smell like me,” he murmured in a voice laced with satisfaction.
I chuckled, still breathless for what we had done a while ago. He had bound my wrists to the metal bar of the bed and taken me from behind. Goddess. This wolf was insatiable and knew so many positions to have sex. “Obviously,” I replied.
He chuckled as his arms tightened around me. “No, you don’t get it, baby. You smell like mine.” He tipped my chin up and brushed his lips over mine in that soft, lazy, indulgent way. “Say it.”
My cheeks warmed. “I smell like I’m yours.”
His chest rumbled with pure satisfaction.
I tried to get up, but he snaked his arm around me and yanked me right back into his chest. He smirked at me, looking utterly satisfied. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I rolled my eyes. “To the bathroom, you beast.”
He trailed his fingers down my spine, leaving shivers in their wake. “Not yet.”
“Lucien, I have to!”
He kissed my lips and then grinned in pure arrogance. “You can't walk yet, can you?”
Damn it. I glared at him, because my whole body was aching in all the wrong places. It felt like I was torn apart, and then pieced back. There was an ache in my pussy which he had impaled every damn time he had the opportunity. “This is where I can live for the rest of my life,” he had said once. But I think he wanted to impregnate me. Like on every whim he would take me. I had barely slept, feeling exhausted, when I woke up with a jerk, finding him devouring my pussy. “You sleep, baby,” he instructed me. “I’m just drinking nectar.”
So, here I was—unable to move without feeling that delicious ache between my legs. But when he asked if I couldn’t walk, how could I admit. I shot him a glare. “I can walk!” He cocked an eyebrow smugly and released me. When I tried to sit up, my legs wobbled.
Lucien beamed. The arrogant prick actually beamed!
“That’s my girl!” he said and scooped me in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Taking you to the bathroom, baby. You’ll need my help for the next few days.”
Translation – for the next few days, he was going to continuously have sex. The wolf was surely trying to make me pregnant.
I blushed deep. But he only smirked and set me on feet in the bathroom.
“Get out,” I hissed.
“Why?” he asked. “You're mine. You can pee in front of me.”
“Mr. Lucien Vaslof,” I growled. “Get. Out.”
He laughed. “Okay, Mrs. Vaslof.” He stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Lucien POV
I heard her taking a bath, but no amount of washing was going to erase my smell of her. Not that she was trying to, but I wanted to think like that. I had never felt so much peace in my life. Even Remus was literally purring inside me, wagging his tail every time she smiled at us. The fucker had knotted himself inside her. The werewolves knotted inside their mates and only when they wanted them to be pregnant. Well, what could I say? Even I wanted Auren pregnant with my pups. And that led me to another thought.
As if understanding what I was thinking, Auren came out of the bathroom, and said, “We must go to the Shaman to talk about the tattoos, Lucien.” She picked up my discarded shirt and wore it.
All my thoughts about Shaman tossed out of my mind. “Hmm…” I replied as I watched how beautiful she looked in it. She was practically swallowed in it. But the fact that she wasn't wearing anything beneath my shirt made me erect. My little brother had actually developed its own mind when it came to Auren.
My scent was all over her. There was a subtle change in her scent. It happened when wolves marked each other. I was so afraid that she wouldn't be able to take my mark because it wasn't easy to bear the mark of a wolf like Remus. Our venom was strong. But look at her—not only my mark sat in her proudly, she appeared to be bearing it without repercussions. I think it was those herbs that helped her or was it that she was meant for me?
She belonged to me now. In every possible way. Umm… except one. I intended to take her ass one day. Soon.
I was pretty sure that everyone in the manor and in the pack, heard what we had done. The werewolves had sensitive noses and ears. The fact was that I wanted them all to hear that I was claiming Auren.
“Come here,” I said, watching her intensely.
“What? No!”
I narrowed my eyes and lunged at her. She squealed and ran away. Ah, so the little wolf wanted to play with me? “Come here, sweetheart. Because if I catch you, I’ll fucking impale you on my cock. Don’t test me.”
She bit her bottom lip and backed away further, teasing me. “No,” she said defiantly.
I took a ragged breath. Remus loved some chase. It thrilled him. I got up and stalked toward her. Just as I got near her, she spun and charged in a different direction with a squeal. But I lunged at her and caught her by the waist, picking her up in the air. I whirled her and she let out another squeal with laughter. I took her to the bed and pinned her down.
We were both breathless from this foreplay. I straddled her thighs and started opening the buttons of her shirt. I became impatient after two buttons and yanked it open, forcing the buttons to rip and fall away. Her plump breasts came into view and I stared at them. My gaze went lower, lower.
“What?” she asked.
“Just admiring my work,” I said, tracing all my love bites on her skin.
I lowered my face to hers and seized her lips. She gasped when I rolled with her. When she was on top of me, I picked her up and impaled her on my raging cock. A growl ripped from my chest. This was never going to get old.