Anya waited expectantly for Cullen to make up his mind.
Everytime she had asked this question, he had always given her the same fitting reply and she hated it. She had grown tired of it.
She had always wanted desperately to be on his bed but he had always taken her from the table for as long as she could remember.
She knew that she couldn’t complain because he had brought a new wife home but still, she would love to stake her claim on him officially before anyone would get the chance to.
She was tired of being spanked from the table. She was tired of being fucked like a regular slave. She was his special mistress so shouldn’t hers be different?
She’s the mistress of the Lycan King so shouldn’t he treat her as such? She knew that she had no class and was no way near his status but the fact still remained that she was his woman.
In as much as he had never taken a woman to his bed, shared a kiss with one, she wanted to be the only one capable of defying it.
And plus, this night is supposed to be a memorable one. She had anticipated it all day ever since he left for his marriage ceremony and there’s no way he’s going to ruin it for her.
He would take her on his bed and she would make absolutely sure of it.
"The table," Came his reply after the brief pause and her countenance suddenly depleted in a matter of seconds.
"The table?" She repeated "But My Lord, the surface is hard and—"
"And what?" He cut her off completely. The frown on his face evident as she stared down at her. "Are you trying to defy my orders?"
"I can never My Lord." She bowed her head slightly in apology.
"Come here." He muttered in a low voice and she slowly walked towards him.
"Don’t walk." He ordered stopping her in her tracks. "On your knees on all fours and crawl to me Anya."
She got on her knees and began crawling towards his direction. He watched with a solemn face as she made her way towards him.
When she got to where he was seated, He lifted her up by her chin till she got to an eye level with his face.
Gripping her hair with his other hand, his fingertips traced the edge line of her nipples, she shivered as desired pooled between her legs.
Anya was already giddy. She felt like she would explode anytime soon. He was making her wet without even trying so hard. She felt her cunt clench at his every touch.
Forcing her up to sit up on her knees, he dipped his head and took her already hard nipples into his mouth and sucked on them in hard tugs.
"Oooh!" A loud moan escaped her lips as he forced his head closer to give her more contact.
His fingers trailed down to the center of her womanhood as he parted the folds of her core and ran his fingers over her swollen nub.
Eyes closed in surrender, she guided his hands as he rubbed them on her clit in circular motion.
"There. Right—Yes! There." Unable to stop, she arched into his touch. Creating more pressure, more friction. "Fuck right there!" She shivered.
He inserted his fingers deep into her wet fold. She panted as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her hole relentlessly.
"By the goddess!" She cried out loudly as she felt the hot fluid gush out from her womanhood like a tidal wave. She just came in a matter of minutes.
As if on cue, she stood up slowly, making sure to throw off his robe in a seductive way that’ll make him see every bit of her exposed skin.
She always had him on the edge and knowing that creates a certain satisfaction in her. Knowing that she’s the only one that bends him to her will.
Knowing that she’s the only one he ever allows this close. Cullen doesn’t have a heart but a mind that belongs and is controlled by her alone.
Stalking closer, she made sure to never break eye contact with him. She had always been good when it came to fueling his emotions and she always does it so effortlessly.
She managed to tug of his clothes after and proceeded to undo the buttons to his trousers.
In one swift movement, he pushed her to the nearest table, arched her back to his desired angle and placed his cock at her entrance. He thrusted and pushed deeper into her dripping cunt.
"Ooooh!" She drawled when he was completely buried inside her.
He moved slowly at first and began to increase his pace with each stroke he took. She screamed out as he rammed into her warm sultry flesh continuously.
The sound of skin to skin slapping themselves, his balls slamming against the folds of her butt cheeks and their erratic breathing added tension in the bedroom.
Cullen had always had an insatiable appetite and she was the only one who could take him, all of him.
She was the only one who could keep up with his animal. The only one who could tame him and it excited her.
Anya’s body was on fire now as she writhed from side to side. She wanted him to stop but then she needed him to continue fucking her.
She cried loudly when he hit that spot inside her where all sensations met and magnified by a hundred folds.
"My Lord!" She screamed till she was thrashing and falling apart. Her hair fell over her face as her eyes rolled her back to to her head and blurred shut.
Yanking her back with his fingers buried deep inside her hair, he increased his pace, urging, rubbing her clit more desperately as she felt him begin to swell inside her.
"Oh yes!" She begged and lets out a loud piercing scream as she came apart, exploding right there on the table.
He pulled out of her cunt and took a step away from her leaving her cold and lonely as he had always done whenever he was through with her.
"Leave and don’t forget to take your herbs from Moira." He instructed before disappearing into his bathroom.
Picking up her clothes from the ground, Anya wore them and quietly exited his chambers.
Even though he treated her like trash, she didn’t complain because she was already used to it and as far as those herbs were concerned, she would never ever take them. Not even in a million years.