Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Helen POV
Thankfully Alpha King Juden is a celebrity in the mortal world. His name got us around where our money lacked. We didn’t have much to pack, Justin finding a few coins and bills around the estate and throwing them in the bag before we fled, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
His father’s name, however, was fucking plenty.
“The gold room penthouse,” the receptionist said, her eyes beaming. “Please, follow the red line past the elevators, to the golden set behind the casino, and then ride it all the way to the top floor.”
I swallowed with those words. Top floor? Penthouse? It seems impossible and yet, I opened my eyes to the suite at last, Justin nudging me to move forward. I held in an inhale, looking thoroughly over the large view of this endless city.
Justin set down the bags and collapsed on the couch, burying his face into the cushions before snoring a few minutes later. He had driven the entire way out here on our stolen shuttle, looking over his shoulder every minute, waiting for us to be caught.
I grabbed the bag and went up the stairs in the large suite, finding the biggest bedroom with its own hot tub in the middle of it. I was tempted, but it wouldn’t be fun without my mate to enjoy with me.
Unpacking our things, I got to my bag, my heart stopped at the sight of the clothes he had packed inside. I held up the red lace number, eyeing it carefully with curious bewilderment.
Lingerie was never in my wardrobe before but to see it now, I was too excited not to try it on right away.
It hung off of my hips perfectly, matched with a slim red thong that left little out of sight. My breast almost looked to big for the top, pressing on the lace and rubbing my nipples raw from the friction.
I didn’t mind it, though.
Running downstairs, I stopped short, seeing Justin off of the couch and fixing a bottle of wine in the kitchen. He made it clear he couldn’t get drunk, but still admired the taste as he brought it to his lips.
His eyes widened at the sight of me on the stairs.
The glass went on the table, his hands went to my ass, and we both fell to the stairs.
His lips found their way all the way around the curve of my hips, tossing and pushing and pulling me in every direction. Justin was hungry. He was also tired and fearful, his eyes flicking to my collar, but nothing could distract us from this moment.
I felt him pulling me to his legs, my knees on the stairs on either side of his lap, kissing me so deep I begged for breath between lapses of his tongue brushing my inner cheek.
His hands found my thong, pulling it so hard that I felt it tighten against my dampening clit. It was warm and flowing already, the tingling sensation from the tension of the thong edging for my attention.
“Fuck me,” I panted, clawing at his shoulders and fighting for his shirt to come off.
“If you say so,” he growled.
He picked me up off the stairs so quick, pressing my chest into his. I couldn’t decipher if he was taking me upstairs or downstairs until I felt the cold glass of the window press into my ass. I gasped, blushing all over, while pulling back to see his wicked grin.
“We’re forty flights in the air,” he said nonchalantly. “No one can see us here.”
The thought of the possibility still made me pink in the face. He held me still, pressing his girthy erection against my awaiting entrance. I tensed my legs around his hips, the movement of his mouth finding my nipples and trailing over my shoulders and neck.
He moved over the collar like it didn’t exist.
I wish that were so.
His wall of muscular frame was hot, but not nearly as hot as I had become. It flushed over me in painful waves, his hips pressing my thighs further apart so he could position himself perfect. I groaned out in the anticipation, feeling like death would come if I didn’t get to have him soon.
“You want it?”
I furrowed at his question, pressing my nails into his shoulder muscles. “Yes, of course!”
“Beg for it,” he snarled into my throat.
I could only move my hips forward, enough to feel the tip of his cock press into my wetness, but it wasn’t enough for me. He was amused by my efforts, enough to bring a hand sideways to slap the curve of my ass in a quick, harsh hit.
“Ah!”
“Beg, Helen.”
I tilted my head onto the glass. “Dammit, Justin, please! I want your cock, I want it inside of me, I want it all! I need to come, please, Justin!”
I rambled further in pleading begs but he didn’t seem to care much after a while in making out with my nipple. His hands finally fell to my legs, pulling them open so far I screamed at the tension in my inner thighs.
If I were to spread any further I would rip in half.
He entered my sex with a single, brutal push. It was enough to relax my pains, my worries, and my concerns over the last few days. Nothing has gone to plan, and everything has ended up with us on the wrong side of the gun, but this is where we are perfect.
He pulsed an orgasm out of me, then another, only then falling to the floor on his knees, still pushed deep inside my folds, heat and silky wetness covering both of us down there. He didn’t care, releasing a strangled sigh of relief while laying us out on the floor.
I cradled myself into his arms, satisfied with my mate’s choice to take us out here.
He fell asleep fast, his arms unmoving around my tired, bruised hips. I was ready to rest as well, too strung with nerves to do so lately, that is until I felt a knot form in my chest.
[Bad scent.]
I perked at Joy’s mention of something pungent in the air. She was right. Pulling from Justin’s arms, I was careful not to wake him, stalking slowly toward the door until a light knock rung out.
I only poked my head around the side of the door, carefully watching the stranger on the other side of it. He had stark white hair and dead, gray eyes, but he was so young in appearance. When he grinned, I could see the spikes of his teeth in two places.
Joy rattled in terror inside of me. [Not a wolf. Not a wolf. Not a wolf.]
“Who are you?”
He grinned a sharp smile and shrugged. “invite me in. I’ll tell you.”