Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

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Ethan's POV…

Eish, I just don't get the reason Elora tends to make me shout all the time. I mean, what kind of slave wait for their master to assign tasks to?

Doesn't she know what she's supposed to do, or she just wants to slack off? Well, if that is her aim then she is going to fail terribly.

Because as long as I am the future Alpha of this great park, I will make her walk her ass off.

She won't get any special privileges to me that will show get any time to whine. To be honest, Elora really fancy my interest – I mean I love girls who have strong-willed and play hard-to-get. When trampling over their wall of dignity they've built so hard to raise, it feel so good and refreshing. I will stop at nothing and absolutely nothing until I get Elora to beg me to stop mistreating her; I would make sure she cries at my feet, with her pretty face soaked in tears as I, Ethan, the future Alpha of the Sliver moon Pack glare down at her miserable self – apart from her beauty our resolve is the most fascinating thing about her.

Enough about Elora. Strolling briskly back to the living room, I was sure that Rome was still awaiting my presence.

Just like me, he's an Alpha, but not equally charming as I am.

“Thanks for being patient. That bitch needed to be dealt with” I flashed him a smile, as I lowered myself on the chair. Rome didn't reply at first. Getting more observant, I noticed how uneasier he seemed.

Before I left, he was beaming with radiant smiles. But now, his face is twisted uncomfortably. Rome at first shifted upsettingly on the couch he's seating on.

“If there's something bothering, you're free to say it to me” I persuaded, ogling at him Intently. Rome let out a sigh before composing himself.

“Ethan, we're friends, right?”

“Oh? You consider yourself my slave, or what?” I responded cheekily. Rome giggled shortly before he continued.

“Asshole, can't you answer me like a normal person. Anyhow, I'm free to let out my opinions, right?”

“Sure thing. My ears are for listening”

“Great. Then who's the she-wolf you just trashed?” He asked, staring at me anxiously.

I wonder why Rome is something asking as bizarre as that. Before I replied, I asked him his reasons for that question.

“Come on dude, I'm curious cause of the way you treated her. She's still human, she has feelings and you kind of…”

“She's my tool; an upcoming sex tool which I'm grooming. You've got a problem with that?” I interrupted coldly.

“Ethan, come on, don't glare at me like that” Rome said coquettishly, but I've already been pissed.

Sincerely, I don't see the reason he's so concerned about Elora. “She's my property, not his – what I do to her, how I treat her and how she feels should concern or bother him! Elora's my ex-mate and my property, you've got a problem with that, Rome?” I said, already glaring at him angrily.

Rome maintained a straight gaze on me. “She's human Ethan. Not a tool and certainly no property. You can't call someone that, it's wrong” Rome declared, arising from his seat.

“Look here, Romero, she's none of your goddamn business!” I lost my temper. Yelling at Rome would have effects on our friendship, but I don't give a fuck.

“It'll be best if I leave Ethan. We'll see” Rome said before he left. Tch…!

Honestly, what's his deal.

Falling backwards on the couch, I gripped my fist in annoyance. It's because of that stupid whore.

“Damn you Elora” I whispered furiously. I was still cussing when Hailey cat-walked in.

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Hailey's POV…

Noticing how gloom my baby was feeling, I decided to cheer him up.

“What are you doing here?” Ethan scoffed at me, his eyes emotionless and blank. I smiled at his question.

He really is in a foul mood. “To cheer you up, of course. You know, by torturing that bitchy slave!” I cheeked with a wink. Caressing his chest with my hands, he ogled at me.

“You made her drink soap water the other day, I like that” he grinned wickedly at me.

“Oh? Never knew you saw that. I did an impressive job, huh? Don't I deserve a treat, then? What about we hit the beach?”

“That's a no baby”

I pouted. “But you promised…”

“Don’t worry, Hailey, you’re about to get plenty wet”

I giggled at his cheesy line, any pretense of uncertainty melting away the further he got up my legs. “And what if I already am?”

Ethan groaned, spitting out a curse word before moving to sit on his knees directly in front of me, his soft lips immediately pressing against the inside of my knee directly below my yellow sundress.

I knew, in theory, what was about to happen, and while I hadn’t had any firsthand experience with anyone going down on me, my body seemed to know exactly what to do. My clit throbbed in anticipation, causing the rest of my pussy to slicker, my cream soaking my underwear and the insides of my thighs.

My heart pounded the same way it had the first time I saw him: painful and unrelenting. The fact that we're in the living room didn't matter to me - I just want him.

His hands tightened their grip on my knees, spreading my legs further apart before wandering upwards, making goose flesh arise on the inside of my thighs. His head quickly followed, as he shoved himself between my knees.

“You smell so fucking good here” His voice was a growl as he pressed his nose against the seat of my black cotton panties, making my swollen pussy ache even more. “It's been long I tasted this sweet pussy” Ethan brought his hand up, gently running his index finger along my covered center, stopping to put pressure on my clit through the material.

My back arched up from the couch and a hoarse cry fell from my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so swept up in pleasure. Probably never—our intercourses were just deep penetrations, brutal thrusts and the exchange of a few savage kisses.

Ethan spoke again before his tongue took the place of his fingers, the hot, wet appendage rendering me speechless. “Can I, baby?” His teeth gently nipped at me. “Can I eat this pussy?”

Again, I said nothing, too overwhelmed by the sensations of feeling him so close to me.

“I need you to say it, Hailey. I require you to answer me. Tell me I can taste you.” Ethan paused his ministrations, leaning back to look at me.

I whined.

“Ethan, please…” I couldn’t even form any coherent thoughts, let alone words.

He said nothing, only leaned down to take a bite out of the supple flesh of my inner thigh, so close to where I really wanted him to be.

“Fuck, yes!” I was getting increasingly worked up, desperate for his mouth, for any touch at all. “Please, Ethan, I need you!”

He immediately dove in, shimmying my panties off in one quick motion before spreading me wide. My legs bent and splayed across the couch and my wet, swollen cunt completely open for his viewing.

At the first touch of his tongue against me, I could do nothing but gasp. Warm and firm, the muscle explored my folds in a frenzy of pleasure and wetness. Tasting me, consuming me in a way I could hardly believe. He ignored my throbbing clit in favor of gliding one thick finger into me, filling me beautifully and keeping me wanting more at the same time.

Before long, he latched onto my clit, coaxing the little button out of its hood, his lips, and tongue surrounding it with light sucking motions.

The pleasure of it caused me to gush, my juices running out of me and coating Ethan’s fingers. The sound of him fucking in and out of my wet pussy was so loud that it would have been embarrassing if it hadn’t been so fucking hot.

I loved it. I wanted him to hear how turned on I was for him, how every sexual experience I had ever paled in comparison to the simple, but decadent feel of him devouring me from the inside out.

“That feels so fucking good, baby.” My voice came out in a gasp. “Please give me more. I need more!”

Ethan’s tongue went back to laving at my pussy lips, gently drawing me away from my impending orgasm.

“I could feel your pretty little pussy tightening around my fingers.” His voice was a deep growl, soft but thunderous. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I tell you to.”

I creamed again, his commanding tone sending shivers through my body. I loved his commands, but my obedience felt truly selfish. Not only that, but I would do whatever it took to keep the pleasure alive for as long as he allowed it.

And so, the game went, minute after torturous minute of Ethan teasing me with the rough glide of his slick fingers and his unrelenting tongue. I basked in the pleasure of his touch and the pain of not being able to orgasm. My pussy dripping so profusely that I was afraid I ruined his couch forever.

“Now!” Ethan gasped into my wet flesh, the vibrations from his voice making me groan. “Come all over my face, baby”

My orgasm hit quickly, coming over me with a suddenness that left me gasping for air and clutching at anything within reach. My insides clenched and pulsed, overwhelmed at the feelings of pleasure wracking through my body.

Ethan coaxed me through my orgasm with gentle fingertips and light touches of his tongue running over my oversensitive pussy, cleaning me up and causing my flesh to twitch.

“Fuck…” Again, I was at a loss for words.

The man between my legs stopped, obviously satisfied that he had done a fantastic job. He looked up at me through his dark lashes, his cheeks dimpling in a cocky grin.

“Yeah…” He licked his lips, “Tastiest midday dessert I’ve ever had”.

I chuckled, not even having it in me to blush at the dirty comment.

Suddenly, a realization popped into my head, causing me to sit up, my dress falling back down my thighs.

“Oh my God!”

“What?” Ethan scowled.

“I've got somewhere to be_ I muttered, raising to my feet. I clearly saw the angry look in his eyes, but I don't have time for that.

“You're going to leave me like this? I think it's time I move to Elora. At least she's tight!” he snapped, his eyes flashing fire.

“Ethan…” I moaned softly as I sat down next to him again. Trying to touch his shoulder, he brushed it off harshly.

“Ethan!” I called after him as he took to his feet and stormed off. Having no other option, I chased shamelessly after him.

In the hallway, I came across Elora, who's dusting the hung portraits. Recalling Ethan's last statement got me angry as hell. He won't leave me for this lowlife bitch, right?

Anyhow, I moved closer to Elora and yanked the dusting feather from her.

“Please give it…”

“Shut the fuck up, you whore! Listen, don't ever go closer to Ethan, you hear me?” I shouted at her.

“Huh? But…”

You dare talk back.” enraged, I slapped her on the face three consecutive times on the face. For a second, I smirked seeing her red cheeks.

I wanted to walk away when, shockingly, she grabbed me by the arm.

“Oh? You want to hit me?" I scoffed, glaring at her raised hand and her blazing eyes.