OPEN FOR HIM ALL THE TIME

AISHA

The next two days were just sex and tea.

Damian cancelled every single meeting with his generals, war councils, and pack elders just to be with me. He shut out the rest of the world, locking the world outside our master suite so we could heal the broken pieces of our marriage in private.

On the afternoon of the second day, while we lay tangled in the soft silk sheets, Damian noticed that my vagina hair was growing out of proportion. Without saying a word, he left the bed and returned with a bowl of warm water, a soft cloth, and a sharp razor blade.

He had me lay flat on my back with my legs spread wide. He knelt between my thighs, his broad hands surprisingly gentle as he lathered my core with warm soap and carefully began shaving away the disheveled hair. While he was shaving it, the cool edge of the blade tickled my sensitive skin, and a soft, genuine giggle escaped my lips. I smiled—a real, warm smile. It was my very first smile since hearing the announcement of Mabel’s pregnancy.

Damian looked up, his dark eyes softening as he saw my smile. Once he finished wiping away the excess lather, he leaned down and licked the smooth, freshly shaved surface of my pussy.

A sweet shudder ran through my entire body. I loved every bit of it.

Shifting my weight on the mattress, I knelt right in front of him on the soft bed. I reached out, framing his strong, scarred jaw with my hands, looking directly into his intense dark eyes.

"I love you, Damian," I whispered, my voice thick with raw emotion. "I love you so much... and I promise I will never cheat on you again."

Damian stared at me, his breathing hitching slightly in his chest.

"And please," I begged softly, sliding my hands down to rest on his broad chest, "get me pregnant. Make me a mother, Damian. Maybe I need to have a baby for you... and then we can leave all this blood behind and just live happily together."

The moment I mentioned a baby, Damian’s entire body went rigid. He moved back, pulling his hands away from my waist, a strange shadow crossing his face.

I blinked, confused by his sudden withdrawal. "You don't want a baby?" I asked, my voice small and uncertain.

"I am scared of babies, Aisha," Damian admitted softly, sitting back on his heels, looking down at the bedsheets. "I... I am just not ready to be a dad. My whole life has been blood, war, and execution. I don't know how to raise something innocent."

I looked at him for a long moment, seeing the genuine fear in his eyes, and quietly nodded my head.

"We are not in a competition with them," Damian added gently, reaching out to take my hand, his deep voice calm and reassuring.

By 'them', I knew instantly that he was referring to Samson and Mabel. He didn't want us to rush into parenthood just to match his rival's announcement. He wanted us to fix us first.

To break the heavy mood, I leaned forward with a mischievous grin and playfully tickled his balls with my fingertips.

"Hey!" Damian gasped, jumping back in surprise.

He immediately lunged for me, and I squealed, scrambling off the bed. He chased me all around the room like two wild wolves playing in the woods. We laughed, tripped over cushions, and fell back onto the mattress in a breathless heap. We made love again—slow, sweet, and deep—and then we ate fresh fruits, rested, and went all over again.

Later that evening, he carried me into the adjoining bathroom. He bathed me with scented oils, washing every inch of my bruised skin, while I took the sponge and bathed his powerful, scarred torso in return.

Sitting in the warm, sudsy water, resting my head against his chest, a realization washed over me. Maybe revenge takes peace away from us. For the first time in years, the dark weight in my chest was gone. I was genuinely happy now.

Then, the very next day, an official gold-embossed scroll arrived at the mansion. It was an invitation to the grand Moon Ball Party, hosted by the Neutral Alpha Council.

I didn't want to go. The thought of stepping out into public, seeing foreign Alphas, and putting on a fake smile made my stomach turn. But Damian insisted that I must attend.

"It will help you ease off, Aisha," he told me gently, lacing his fingers through mine. "You've been locked in this house for weeks. Put on a beautiful dress and let the world see my Luna."

I gave in. I chose a striking, short red ball gown that hugged my waist perfectly, leaving my shoulders bare and showing off my smooth legs. I brushed my hair until it shone like silk, and for the first time in a long time, I looked like a queen standing beside my Alpha husband.

When we arrived at the grand estate where the party was held, the ballroom was packed with high-ranking nobles, Alphas, and Lunas from all across the territory.

And then my eyes caught a familiar, tall figure standing near the marble pillar.

Alpha Samson was there. But he was completely alone—he didn't come with Mabel.

The moment my eyes landed on him, a hot, uncontrollable wave of wetness instantly bloomed between my legs. A wild storm of conflicting emotions slammed into my chest all at once. I got furiously mad at him for betraying me, for putting a child inside Mabel's womb while lying to my face... but still, looking at his broad shoulders and dark, intense frame, I desperately wanted his long dick back inside my pussy.

It was a sick, twisted reality: I loved Samson, and even Damian's deep, gentle love could not completely erase the dark addiction I had for him.

Samson had his eyes locked onto me the entire night while the party was going on.

Damian pulled me onto the dance floor, wrapping his hand around my waist as the orchestra played a slow rhythm. Every time Damian spun me around, I could feel Samson's burning gaze tracking my every move. He looked at us every single minute—his dark eyes filled with possessive, jealous rage as he watched my body pressed against my husband's.

To punish Samson, and to prove my loyalty to Damian, I leaned up on my tiptoes and began to kiss Damian passionately right there on the dance floor. Damian kissed me back deeply, pulling my hips tighter against his. I glanced over Damian's shoulder through half-closed eyes—Samson was gripping his crystal wine glass so hard I thought the stem would shatter in his bare hand. Every minute, he looked. He couldn't take his eyes off me.

Around midnight, a young waiter carrying a silver tray accidentally stumbled into my path, spilling a glass of red wine straight down the front of my dress.

"Oh! Luna Aisha, I am so sorry!" the young boy gasped, bowing in pure terror.

"It's fine," I said quickly, holding the wet fabric away from my skin. "Damian, I'll be right back. I need to go to the washroom to clean this off."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Damian asked, hovering close.

"No, stay and finish your drink with Alpha Victor. I'll be just two minutes," I smiled reassuringly.

I turned on my heel and walked down the long, quiet marble corridor toward the private guest suites. I stepped into a dimly lit powder room, grabbing a moist linen towel to dab at the red stain on my gown.

The door clicked open behind me.

Before I could even turn around, a heavy, muscular shadow surged forward. Samson pinned me violently against the cold tiled wall, his massive body trapping me completely.

"Samson—" I gasped out.

He didn't say a word. Without hesitation, he reached down, raised my short red dress up past my waist, and shoved my lace panties aside. Before I could process what was happening, he inserted his already rock-hard dick straight inside my open vagina.

The damn vagina was already dripping and wide open for him.

I didn't even resist. God help me, I couldn't. The familiar, overwhelming stretch of his thick shaft filled me so completely that my head thundered with pleasure, my fingers gripping his broad shoulders for support.

"I have not had sex with anyone since I started sleeping with you!" Samson rasped into my neck, his breath hot and ragged as he began driving his hips into me with fast, possessive thrusts against the wall.

"But she is pregnant!" I replied, my voice breaking into a whimpering sob as tears began rolling down my eyes. "Mabel announced it! You put a baby inside her!"

Samson paused his thrusts for a split second. He reached up with his thumb, gently wiping the hot tears rolling down my cheeks, his dark eyes looking down into mine with fierce, absolute intensity.

"I didn't get her pregnant, Aisha," Samson whispered urgently, his voice ringing with absolute truth. "I swear on my life, I never touched her. That baby isn't mine!"

My breath caught completely in my throat. My eyes widened in pure shock.

I was just about to open my mouth to ask him who got her pregnant—who else could have touched the Luna of Blue Wing—when the heavy wooden door of the powder room swung wide open.

Standing in the doorway, framed by the bright light of the corridor, was Damian.