We had an hour left before we had to vacate the rundown motel, an hour before we hit the road again, chasing a destiny I wasn't sure I even wanted. My time as a free woman was slipping through my fingers; soon, I'd be a queen, bound to duty, bound to them.
But right now, I wasn't bound to anything. Right now, there was only Alfred. And this rickety, old bed that was about to become a lot less stable. I gasped as he pushed me onto the mattress, his weight sinking into me, his gaze dark with hunger.
"I'm guessing you're thinking what I am," he murmured.
I smirked. "I'm a thousand steps ahead of you."
Just like me, he had to be aching for more after the night we'd spent at the hotel with Octavia. The memory of it made my skin burn. My body pulsed with the need for him again. I missed the way he filled me, the way he ruined me with every thrust.
And this might be our last chance.
After today, I'd be busy, too busy. My body wouldn't be my own, not in the way it was now. I'd be expected to forge alliances, to entertain creatures far more dangerous than him. But Alfred was the only one who had ever made me feel truly alive.
His lips curved in a wicked smile as he crawled onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath us. He was on me in seconds, his mouth claiming mine, swallowing my breath like he needed it more than air.
The sheer fabric of my night dress was no match for his rough hands. He grabbed the delicate material, tugging at it impatiently, nearly tearing it from my body. I arched into him, pressing my hips against his, feeling the hard length of him straining beneath his pants.
God, I needed him.
Alfred shoved my dress up, never breaking the kiss, his hands roaming my exposed skin. When he finally pulled back, his eyes raked over me, hungry and possessive. I lifted my arms, wordlessly granting him permission to strip me bare, and he did, yanking the dress over my head and tossing it aside.
Then his mouth was on me again, devouring me, his hands exploring every inch of my body like he was memorizing it. My hardened nipples dragged against his bare chest, and I moaned at the contact, at the heat coiling low in my belly.
His fingers drifted lower, teasing, hovering just above where I needed him most. I bucked my hips, desperate for relief. But he smirked, pulling his hand away just before I could get what I wanted.
"Patience," he murmured against my lips, his voice pure sin.
But I had no patience left. Not for him. Not for anything.
"I'll please you when I want to please you," he murmured against my lips.
I resisted the urge to groan out loud because I didn't want this moment to be snatched away from me, so I complied with his rules. As long as he pleasured me, I had no problems with what had happened before.
Finally, Alfred pulled away from the bed and stood by the side. With his eyes on mine, he pulled off his shirt slowly, making heat pool in between my legs. I'd almost forgotten how hot he really was, and now I was reminded of that fact. My eyes slid down over his chiseled muscles and fell on his body. He pulled off his pants next, and my eyes dropped to the huge bulge tenting his boxers. My heart pounded harder as he pulled his boxers off, exposing his huge cock, which would be pounding inside me any moment from now.
Alfred moved toward the bed to me, and then his lips met mine again. I moaned loudly as his lips dropped to my neck, leaving trails of kisses and hot desire on my skin. His teeth raked my skin, his tongue and lips coming next to make me squirm and writhe underneath him. He knew exactly how to get me going.
"I want to fuck you so hard right now!" he growled.
I arched into him, my nails scraping against the unyielding muscles of his back.
"Then stop talking and take what you want," I whispered, hoping he took it as a challenge.
A low, feral laugh escaped Alfred as his hand moved down my thigh, gripping it with force as he pulled me closer. "Careful what you wish for, Flora," he murmured. "I'm just your guide, and I don't want to ruin you for the others."
His words made me want him even more, and I hoped we could skip all the back and forth and get down to business.
As if hearing my thoughts, Alfred kissed down my body, licking one aching pink nipple and then the other. His mouth teased down over my stomach and then lower. My breaths came out in heaving gasps as my hips rose to him.
Alfred pushed me down to the bed with a dark chuckle. "You're such a greedy girl."
"Or maybe I just want you badly," I whispered.
With one last look at me, he pulled off my panties and delved in between my thighs. I whimpered loudly as his tongue dragged through my wet pussy. He spread my pussy folds apart and licked and slurped without any mercy.
My back arched so far backward that I thought it was going to snap in two. I shut my eyes tightly as I enjoyed the agonizing pleasure of Alfred's tongue on my pussy. I moaned loudly as he licked me slowly and deliberately. He took me over to the edge and then left me panting and begging for more.
His lips focused on my clit now, and he sucked and licked the little button while his tongue swirled around it. I let out a loud cry as my hips thrust up against his face, wanting more than he was giving me.
Alfred growled into my pussy, his hands sliding over me to grip my ass and my hips. His tongue kept working me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I was squirming underneath him and almost losing my mind.
Then he got to his knees as the head of his huge cock pushed against the wetness of my pussy.
When he entered me, it wasn't just physical; it was as if his power wrapped around my very essence, binding us in a way that defied explanation. My lips wrapped around his cock instinctively, and he let out a string of curses.
"You're so tight."
His hands slid down my arms and pinned my wrists to the top of my head, so I had no control of them. The fact that I wouldn't be able to use my hands turned me on even more. He kissed me deeply as he began to move his hips, the headboard of the old bed hitting the wall with each of his movements.
The pleasure kept growing within me, and his thickness opened me wide as he pushed deeper into me. Finally, he was all the way in, and he began to move within me. I moaned loudly, panting and gasping for air as he pushed into me deeper, thrusting in and out of me.
My legs wrapped around his hip as he grinded into me and then slid his glistening cock out, and pushed back into me with so much force that he knocked the air out of my lungs. His huge cock felt so slick and wet within me. And it felt so big, filling up every inch of my pussy.
My nails dug into his back as I gasped.
"Alfred! Yes!" I moaned his name over and over again as he thrust harder and faster into me. But at the same time, it felt like he was holding back for some reason.
"Don't hold back!" I moaned. "Fuck me harder!"
Alfred groaned. "I have to. You're the soon-to-be queen."
I whimpered. "Forget about me being queen and fuck me hard, Alfred. I need this!"
Knowing that he had gotten my permission, I saw the control snap within him. He snarled and suddenly rammed into me.
I thought he was fucking me before, but that was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He rocked his hips harder, pounding his cock even deeper within me. I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm flashed before my eyes.
Alfred kept thrusting, not stopping at all as I writhed in pleasure.
I felt his cock swelling and throbbing inside me, and I knew he was just as close as I was to coming. I was nearing the edge of climax, but he wanted to stretch it out as much as possible. I could barely form words, the intensity of his movements pulling me under. "More," I gasped. "Don't stop! I'm so close."
Above me, his grin was wicked. "Oh, I'm just getting started."
The headboard of the bed was slapping the wall very loudly now, and I knew that everyone in the building could definitely hear it. And that made the whole experience even hotter.
Suddenly, a loud rapping noise came from the door.
"Your time is over, and you need to check out!" the rude, old witch who ran the hotel said. "And we can all hear you two fucking in there."
With that, my orgasm was snatched away from me as Alfred stopped.
"I'm so close," I whined. "We can just finish up and leave!"
"We'll definitely finish up at the next motel," Alfred assured, pulling his slippery cock out of me.
"We need to get dressed and leave. It's dark out." He reached out a hand to pull me off the bed and smirked at me. "You're trembling. Did I break you?"
I smiled weakly, my body still thrumming with his touch. "Not yet."
"Good," he rumbled. "Because I'm not done with you. We just need to get out of here first."
Alfred and I walked through the woods as we looked for the next creature that'd come across our path. As we walked, I could barely think of anything but the aching in between my legs and the fact that I'd not reached orgasm. I was still very much horny, and I wanted nothing other than for Alfred to stop us right here in the middle of the woods and take me. But I knew that wouldn't be possible at the moment.
The forest was very quiet as we walked deeper and deeper into it. The trees looked high above us and their branches stretched out into all directions.
As much as I was almost completely focused on the aching in between my legs, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. Maybe a symptom of lack of orgasm also involved paranoia; I had no idea. Beside me, Alfred was looking behind, too, in a very uncomfortable manner.
"Can you feel that too?" I whispered to him.
He nodded quickly, getting ready to mumble a spell if he needed to. "It seems like we're not alone."
"It feels like we're being watched," I quipped, and he nodded.
On the side of his hips, Alfred carried a blade that he used to protect me. And as we took a couple more steps further, a low, rumbling chuckle came from the shadows. Someone came out of the shadows, but I could barely see their face.
"If it isn't the new fae queen and her guide stumbling into my territory," the thick voice boomed.
I squinted, trying to see who it was. And a tall man with very muscular shoulders and chest stepped into view. He was so handsome, his piercing green eyes shining brightly even under the night sky. The corners of his lips curled into a wicked grin, exposing sharp canines as claws extended from his hands.
A werewolf.
I tried to back away slowly as Alfred stepped in front of me, drawing out the blade that sat on his hips. I had no idea we would even need it throughout the course of our journey, but here we were, needing it.
