POOL SIDE SEX

MAYA

The quiet splashing of water echoed softly through the night air. I stood near the edge of the manicured lawn, my body wrapped in a thin cloak, watching Alpha Edward sitting alone at the edge of the courtyard pool.

Ever since the wedding was postponed indefinitely, Edward had looked at me with deep sadness written all over his face. I could see it in the way his gaze lingered on my body whenever we crossed paths in the long hallways. He wanted to touch me. He wanted to hold me tight against his broad chest and make passionate love to me. I could tell by the dark, burning hunger in his eyes.

Yet, every single time he took a step toward me, he stopped himself, taken aback by his own restraint. I knew why—he was fiercely holding onto his principle of not treating me like a slut or a temporary mistress. He wanted to wait until he legitimately married me before taking me to his bed again, wanting to treat the mother of his heir with royal respect. But now, with the wedding shifted until I could prove my claims against Lucas, that self-imposed vow was tearing him apart.

I gathered my courage, tightening my cloak around my waist, and walked straight toward the poolside.

His ears twitched at the sound of my bare feet against the stone pavement, but he didn't turn his head right away. I stepped right up to his side, looking down at his broad shoulders, his dark hair damp from the humid night air.

"You already took my virginity," I started, my voice clear and cutting through the quiet night. "You slept with me till I got pregnant, and now sleeping with me is not good enough for you?"

Edward froze. He slowly lifted his head, his amber eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the breath catch in my throat. The pain and confusion on his face were raw, stark, and completely exposed beneath the moonlight.

"Who are you?" he asked softly, his deep voice carrying a strange, haunted tremble.

I let out a soft, bitter breath, tilting my chin up. "I am Maya. The servant that was approached by the Alpha to make a baby, since his Luna is infertile."

Edward stared at me for a long, suffocating moment. He ran a heavy, trembling hand over his face, shaking his head slowly as if trying to clear a thick fog from his mind.

"Then why do I see you in my dream all night?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft rippling of the pool water. "The last time... you told me that I should stop calling you Maya. You told me your name was Philomena."

My blood ran completely cold. A sharp shock coursed through my veins, making my heart hammer against my ribs. I had no idea about those dreams. I had no memory of visiting his sleep, yet my spirit was somehow piercing through his subconscious, screaming the truth he had tried to bury eighteen years ago.

I quickly masked my shock, forcing a clueless, innocent expression onto my face.

"Who is Philomena?" I pretended, blinking up at him with wide, naive eyes.

"I don't know..." Edward muttered, his eyes glossing over with a profound, agonizing grief as he stared into the dark water. "The only Philomena I knew died many years ago. She was my wife... my true mate. But she died just before our marriage even began."

In his eyes, I could see the raw pain and enduring love he still carried for the woman I used to be. It was a bizarre, tragic sight—watching the man who had allowed my murder mourn me in the dark, entirely unaware that the spirit of his lost queen was standing right in front of him.

Edward suddenly reached out, grabbing my wrist with a desperate, gentle grip. He looked up into my face, his jaw working as he searched my eyes. "Please tell me... are you related to her in any way?"

A cold, sarcastic smile touched my lips. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp, stepping back just enough to widen my stance. Slowly, deliberately, I gathered the fabric of my dress, hooking my fingers into the hem and lifting the skirt up past my thighs.

I opened my legs apart a little bit so he could see my hairy vagina and its hole, completely unshielded in the dim moonlight.

"I am a street girl turned into a maid," I said, my voice dropping into a smooth, shameless murmur as I flashed my vagina directly to his face, I wore no underwear. "I was paid to have sex and make a baby for the Alpha. A girl of royal blood will never be a maid, so I am not related to your Philomena."

Edward’s sentence died in his throat. His gaze snapped down to my exposed body, his breath hitching audibly. The emotional fog in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a dark, primal desire. I watched his restraint crumble in real-time. I slowly watched his dick rise beneath his thin linen pants, straining hard against the fabric.

He looked around the empty courtyard, his sharp Alpha instincts scanning the surrounding trees and dark balconies to ensure we were completely safe from prying eyes.

Finding no one, he dived toward me.

His large hands grabbed my waist, pulling me down to the hard stone floor beside the pool. He pinned me beneath his heavy frame, his breath ragged against my collarbone. Without a single word, his fingers slid down, parting my thighs and diving straight between my legs.

He began fingering my already wet pussy, his touch frantic and heavy. Then, he lowered his head completely, pressing his face between my thighs, licking my skin, eating my pussy with an overwhelming, desperate hunger that made me gasp out loud.

Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled back, lined his heavy shaft against my entrance, and inserted his dick into my hole as fast as possible, driving himself deep inside me in one swift, possessive thrust.

The heat between us exploded. The stone floor was hard against my back, but the sheer power of his thrusts rocked my entire body. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, digging my nails into his bare shoulders as the slick, heavy rhythm of our bodies echoed across the water.

"You made me do this..." Edward grunted between clenched teeth, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his voice thick with guilt and overwhelming pleasure as his hips slammed against mine.

I didn't care about his guilt. I arched my back, meeting every hard thrust, letting the sensation wash over my mind until he went rigid above me. With a low, guttural roar, Edward climaxed deep inside my womb, his entire body trembling against mine.

Afterward, we didn't scramble to get up or cover ourselves. We laid there on the cool stone beside the pool, playing with each other’s vagina and dick, completely unbothered by the very real danger that house servants might barge in or that his wife, Maria, might spot us from a balcony window.

At that exact moment, nothing else mattered. The pack politics, the legal deeds, and the threat of Maria vanished into the dark night air.

As Edward lay beside me, his thumb lazily tracing the curve of my hip, his eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion. He let out a long, heavy breath, leaning his forehead against my shoulder.

"Please don't appear in my dream tonight, Philomena..." he murmured softly to himself, his voice thick with sleep.

He thought I was already asleep, but I heard every single word.

My heart chilled as I stared up at the starlit sky, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. The ghost inside me was growing too restless. If my spirit kept visiting his dreams and whispering my true name, Edward would eventually connect the dots before I had gathered enough power to completely destroy Maria.

I stroked his hair gently, my eyes narrowing into the dark. I needed to find a way to stop coming into his dreams—or better yet, I needed to learn how to control what those dreams showed him, before my secret ruined the ultimate trap I was laying for the crown.