Chapter 192: Strange Feeling

Selene’s POV

My hips ground hard against his as we fucked in the room where we had drawn the curtains and locked the doors. We wanted a baby. We hadn’t really talked about whether I was okay with it, if I was honest. I think I just wanted to be pregnant first, and fucking was the way to get there.

William lay back while I pulled his pants off his waist. I stripped myself bare and climbed over him. He was smiling the whole time. He loved me on top more than anything, and I loved that he loved it.

He was hard as a rock beneath me, and I sank down onto him slowly, then fast, riding him like I was chasing something I couldn’t name. We wanted this child, so I kept going, hoping, praying, and fulfilling the same mandate we had given our people. I hadn’t even checked the calendar or any of that shit. I just kept fucking him.

My breasts ached and swelled as I moved. He reached for them but couldn’t quite get there, so I cupped them myself while we moved together. My hair bounced wildly around my shoulders. I had so much energy, as if every worry I carried had turned into fuel.

"Ahh, uhhh..." I kept bouncing, my thighs burning, not caring.

"Yes, give it to me, baby. Fuck me, yeah." He lifted his head and wrapped both arms around my back, holding me like I was the only thing keeping him in this world. It felt like he was reaching deeper inside me with every stroke, and my moans climbed louder.

"William, ahh!" I screamed, and I pulled off him as I came, soaking the sheets.

"Ouuu, you’re so fucking sweet," he groaned.

This time he laid me down and kissed me all over, slow and hungry, as if he were memorizing me. I’d had sex plenty of times, but I loved it most when a man was above me, close enough that I could feel his heartbeat against mine.

Our breathing turned hard and heavy, our moans tangled together as we kissed deeply. It was a kiss of desperation, like we were both afraid that if we stopped, everything outside that door would swallow us whole.

He guided himself into me, and I opened wider for him. He fucked me with more force than I’d had on top, and the sensation made my eyes sting. Fuck it. I was at my peak, and I started to cry.

"Yeah, yeah, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."

William knew how to fuck. He made me cry and moan like a baby, and somehow I didn’t feel ashamed of it. With him I never had to hold anything back.

He turned me over onto my stomach. His mouth explored me, teasing and tasting. "Hmm, sweet like candy," he murmured against my skin.

He licked me from behind like he was starving, like he hadn’t had water or food in days. It was so fast and so good that my knees shook.

Then he pushed into me again from behind and pounded me hard. My moans came out ragged, like air hissing out of a tire. After so long, I had gone weak, my body clenching around him until the sound of it matched my cries.

When he was close, he flipped me onto my back again and slid back inside me. He came while kissing me, deep and messy, our mouths and breath mingled. It was a messy night, and a perfect one.

We lay breathless on the bed, speaking into each other’s mouths. "That was nice," we both whispered, still kissing.

"You pleased me so well," William said.

"I’m happy to do it all over and over again."

The only thing left was the news that I was pregnant. That would be the icing on the cake with a cherry on top. I didn’t want to dwell on it and decided to wait for the results, but I couldn’t stop myself from hoping for the very best.

We kissed and cuddled until sleep took him. I was so glad I had someone to hold me, someone who made me feel wanted again.

While he slept, I watched him and stroked his hair.

Then a memory struck me. It was Lucian, fucking me with that same pace and passion.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, this remembering and shit. I was married now. Why was it always so hard to forget an ex? I remembered getting pregnant for him, and losing the baby. I remembered his caresses, his touch, his kisses, and then a sharp needle pierced me: the thought of him giving all of that to another wolf.

He was a fucker and always had been. His wife was dead, and he still couldn’t stay a day without putting his dick to work. Mr. Active Cock.

I knew he would be fucking some random bitch, or maybe he was hunting for an heir the same way I was hunting for a child. He would slowly slide back into his old ways, and it would end up messy for him.

Or was he fucking Valerie? No, Valerie wouldn’t. She didn’t even want to be a breeder anymore. But she would if the situation demanded it. And if it made him happy, then why not? He could even take her as his Luna again and make her give birth for him.

It was funny how none of that let me sleep. I lay there while the thoughts spun, and I ached more than I wanted to admit.

When the storm in my head finally passed, I made peace with the truth. William was mine and I was his. Lucian wasn’t anymore, and never could be.

I slept, and woke the next morning not feeling refreshed. That was crazy, considering I’d just had mad sex with William. He was still sleeping beside me.

Something felt wrong. Despite all our security and all our placements, it wasn’t enough to keep the threat down. It was a strange feeling, a cold knot in my stomach, and I needed to talk to William about it.