Chapter 3: My Little Soldier

My heart was beating so fast when Commander Lucretius brought me to a nearby inn. Excitement and nervousness were kicking in with the help of the beverage I had drank earlier. 

Once the door was closed, it felt like my heart was about to explode when his hand took mine and brought it to his lips. "Your hand is cold, my little soldier," he stated huskily, leaving the back of my hand with some kisses. My breath hitched at his actions. "Should I take this that this is your first time?"

My lips parted from his question. How did he come up to that conclusion? Was it because he had bedded so many women that he knew how to read our actions?

I snapped back to reality when he drew closer, closing the gap between us when he snatched my waist and sultrily caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "I'd appreciate if you are going to be honest with me so I know if I am going to be rough on you or be gentle."

His gaze looked hungry, but his gentle tone ignited something in me. This man knew how to be gentle... That was what I had thought.

Gulping, I stared into his hazel orbs, drowning myself into them. "I don't care if you're going to be rough on me, Commander Lucretius," I replied, avoiding answering him.

Truth to be told, I had never given myself to Redmund even though we were fated mates. He had attempted so many times that we performed the mating ritual without marking each other first, but I politely declined him and told him that it would be better if we were going to get married first.

I believed in celibacy, a practice of the divine priests and priestesses in the Temple of the Moon Goddess. But Redmund never liked my choice, and he would end up being angry at me every time I would deny the kind of intimacy he wanted.

Now, my preaching of celibacy would be broken because of this man, luring me into the depths of pleasure. He was not just any man, he was Redmund's uncle, the person my mate despised the most.

Reason?

It was because his uncle, who hadn't married yet and had an heir, didn't want to pass down the Alpha title to him and wanted to reign the Golden Eclipse Pack.

As far as I know, Commander Lucretius had been an Alpha since he turned 18 after his father passed. He was the firstborn amongst the two siblings, which the younger was Redmund's father.

Redmund hated his uncle as far as I could remember because as the first in line to inherit their pack, Commander Lucretius didn't pass it down when my mate turned 18. Since then, he became his nemesis. Redmund wanted to become the Alpha so he joined the royal military to prove his uncle that he was fit to become one.

"How cold. Just call me by my name, my little soldier." He coerced me to gawk at him. I held my breath when his hot breath was fanning on my face. The scent of whisky and his intoxicating scent mingled that gradually drown me to be hypnotized. "Say it and be a good girl for me."

I mindlessly licked my lips when my eyes darted at his lips before returning my gaze on him. "L-Lucretius..." I mumbled. I couldn't help but felt my body on fire just by mentioning on his name.

No honorifics included. Just his name, calling him in my sultry tone, which I never thought I could ever do to another man.

Lucretius pressed his bulging desire against my hip, making my breath falter. A low growl escaped him, feral and dark, as though my trembling surrender was the very thing he craved most. His lips brushed my ear, his voice husky, "That's it... my little soldier. The way you said my name just now, I'll make sure you never forget how it feels on your tongue."

His mouth claimed mine in a fierce kiss as if he wanted to steal the air from my lungs. His tongue sought entrance to my mouth which I eventually welcomed him until I felt myself being melted into his arms.

I felt my back hit the wall. The cold surface of it contrasted with the fever that was burning between us. His kiss was demanding and dominating, and all I could do was to follow his lead while his hands were everywhere. 

They were tracing my waist, cupping my face, sliding to reach the back of my neck to deepen the kiss, making me tightly close my eyes to feel him more.

I whimpered into his mouth when he gripped my thigh and hooked it around his hip. Then he rubbed his bulge on the apex of my thigh, setting my body on fire.

"You don't look like this is your first time, my little soldier," he whispered to my ear after our mind-blowing kiss as he began sucking on my earlobe, earning me a soft moan. "Are you certain this is your first time?"

I groaned in protest from his question. I wanted to answer him, but because of the moans, I could barely utter a word. 

"Please..." Only one word escaped from my mouth as I shivered in coldness after he undressed me. 

With the help of the moonlight seeping in between the curtains, I was able to catch his primal hunger reflected in his eyes as he eyed me up and down. "Most beautiful body I have ever seen..." he muttered.

His words rolled over me like a dark vow, and the way his eyes devoured me made my skin prickle with heat. The rough pads of his hands explored as though he were committing every curve, every tremble, every shiver of mine to memory.

Oh, dear Moon Goddess, I knew that this was wrong, but it felt so right at the same time. 

A soft gasp escaped from my lips as he undressed himself and showed me his most precious treasure he had been kept behind his pants.

I gulped at his length, feeling fear and excitement at the same time. "Y-You're huge...!" It was too late to take back those words the moment he chuckled darkly.

He lowered his face until our faces were even. "Feel me." He grabbed my hand and guided me to hand his hardened dick, making me gasp in solitude.

At first, he was guiding me how to stroke it until I unconsciously did it on my own, gulping at the gist that almost covered half of him. His breathing hardened at the consecutive stroke I did. His soft groan became music to my ears, silently indicating that I was doing well.

My mouth watered, having the urge to feel his dick on my mouth. But before I could do that, Lucretius roughly pulled my head back and halted my hand, hissing.

"Fuck... Halt right there, my little soldier," he said, his tone sounded like he was about to lose control. "I almost cum even though this is your first time holding one," he whispered and licked the crook of my neck. "And this is my first time meeting a woman who can make me do that..."

I was speechless from his words, didn't have the time to react when he latched one of my nipples. A loud gasp broke out from me. My hand inadvertently clung to his broad shoulders as I arched my back from the pleasure while his other hand was kneading my other breast and tweaked my nipple.

"Lucretius..." His name escaped me again, breathless. I was torn between a moan and a plea.

The way he was sucking each of my twin globes was enough to lose my mind. I could even feel myself getting wet each time passed by.

Dear Moon Goddess... This pleasure was too much for me to handle! It was so fucking good!

"Lucretius..." I moaned his name several times.

He growled low. His lips were tracing down the crook of my neck, leaving some hot wet kisses up to my ear. "Say it again," he commanded against my skin. "Say my name until it's the only word your lips remember."

I gasped when he lifted me and carried me with ease to the bed. He crawled on top of me, his weight pinning me, which should have been frightening. My heart kept hammering inside my chest while my body had ignited something reckless and forbidden inside me.

The scent of whisky lingered on his breath, mingling with the raw, masculine scent of his skin as he hovered over me. "You're trembling," he murmured, thumb brushing over my lips before slipping lower to trail across my collarbone. "Not from fear... from need."

I whimpered when his knees coerced me to spread them for me until they went underneath. My hands covered my face from the embarrassment because I felt exposed and didn't want to see his reaction.

But they were soon removed and pinned on each side of me by Lucretius. His teeth gently teased my lower lip. "Don't," he huskily pleaded. "I want to see your beautiful face when I please you."

I slowly opened my eyes and caught him lowering his upper body. I tried to close my legs, but he left it wide open.

"L-Lucretius...!" I could feel the heat on my cheeks when he placed my legs on top of his shoulders. "W-What are you doing?"

His lips curved up into a smirk. "Exceed your expectations, my little soldier."

Without further ado, he dove to my wetness, causing me to gasp so loud and moan afterwards when I felt his tongue tease my sensitive bud. "Oh...!" I was caught off guard by it and arched my back from the pleasure when he sucked on it. My hand looked like it had a mind of its own, gripping his hair so tightly. "Lucretius... More..." I pleaded. "Please..."

I found myself pushing his face more when I felt pressure growing in between my legs. I felt him smirking before he turned us around. My eyes widened when he was underneath and made me sit back on his face.

"What..." I was dumbfounded at his action.

His grin widened. "Sit on me, my little soldier." He licked his lips. "I want to be suffocated by your sweet essence."

I bit my lower lip, hesitant, before following him. But as soon as his mouth came in contact with my wetness, my hips started to grind on their own when he sucked my sensitive bud.

"More... More... Dear Moon Goddess..." I could feel that pressure building up again and let myself be drowned in it.

Then, it came as I screamed his name, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as the ecstasy of pleasure shot right through me. I collapsed on my stomach, panting, but still he didn't stop from licking me clean before he finally turned me over and positioned himself between my legs.

I bit my thumb, gulping as I questioned if I could take him whole. The nervousness and excitement didn't dissipate; instead, they became intense, wondering how his dick would feel inside me.

"I don't deal with virgins, but I'll make an exception for you, my little soldier," he uttered hoarsely, his head seeking entrance to my wet opening.

"W-Why do you sound like I am special?" I couldn't help but ask. Thanks to my drunkenness, I was brave enough to ask.

He smirked at my question. "Just because."

With that, he finally slid inside me. My face contorted in pain as my nails dug into the sheets, feeling something tearing apart inside me.

Lucretius halted for a moment when I grunted in pain and leaned forward to cup my face. "Ssshh. It's alright, my little soldier." His voice was gentle. But tears were already streaming from my face. "Should I stop?"

I vigorously shook my head and stared at him. "K-Keep going. P-Please." My voice hinted at uncertainty.

His thumb caressed my tears before he claimed my lips. This time, it wasn't rough but pure gentleness and passion as if he was trying to coax me to return the same fervor and intensity, which I did until I was distracted, and Lucretius continued thrusting forward.

At first, the pain was still there, but it gradually subsided and changed into a mind-blowing pleasure that I had never felt before. 

Every thrust felt like my breath had been taken away, making the stretch both intolerable and intoxicating. Desperate to ground myself against the tempest he was releasing within me, my hands clawed at his back.

Oh, good Moon Goddess! 

"Lucretius..." His name from my mouth like a curse and a prayer, punctuated by groans I could no longer contain.

His snarl echoed across my flesh as his teeth scraped my shoulder. "You feel too good, my little soldier. So tight... you'll ruin me." His words were ragged, almost pained, as though my very surrender was undoing the control he was known for.

The pain melted away as every thrust was enough to make me gasp and moans I couldn't control. My body was betraying me by begging for more. I felt bold when I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper and faster until he finally obliged to my plea.

"Yes... Yes!" I cried out from pleasure, my back arching when he placed my leg on his shoulder, striking the sweet spot that made my vision go haywire. "D-Don't stop!" I demanded, gasping. "Please don't stop!"

"Look at you," he said throatily, his eyes locked on mine, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. His thumb sensually touched my lower lip as he slipped past it and played with my tongue when I whispered. "So desperate for me... not your mate, not any man... just me," he emphasized each word with a deep, nonstop thrust that made me call and cry out his name over and over.

"Lucretius!" I screamed when the pressure blasted, my body was trembling involuntarily and violently beneath him. I felt like in the celestial heaven all of a sudden, rendered speechless by it.

However, he didn't stop and snarled at the way I clung to him. Finally, his control snapped. He buried himself completely into me with a final, guttural moan, his body shaking as he let his release, claiming me as if he didn't want to let me go. 

Lucretius collapsed on top of me, his forehead resting on mine. Panting, I felt my eyes getting heavy while I felt him raining me with so many wet kisses on my neck.

"You're mine," he whispered possessively.

But I could barely understand what he said and let myself doze off.