Chapter 173
Amica
The next day, we make our way to Briksburg, Leonard manages to get everything we need to leave the current place behind. Deckard’s friend Bernard, the Alpha of Briksburg, arranges our transportation to his city, but he has no idea Deckard is alive until he arrives at the port to receive us. When Bernard sees Deckard, his face falls in shock, and then he rushes to embrace him.
Bernard takes us to his mansion and treats us as the important visitors we are. He arranges a special room for us, and as we enter the luxurious bathroom, Deckard offers to help me with the shower.
He scrubbed the soft sponge between my peaches while the shower water ran down from my head to toe. Every touch of his mand made my body go wild, awakening my senses in a way I had never felt before. I stared down at him, watching as his cock go from flaccid to hard in a matter of seconds. I bit my lips unconsciously, just watching his body react to mine.
“Damn! my only intention was to help you take a shower, but i am sorry now…” He sighed softly and kissed me once but I am hungry for more; I kissed him back and with sexual urgency, raised me above the ground pinning me to the wall while his fat cock desperately found its way into me…..
I let out a sharp moan while my fingers dig into his back as he fucked me with care and yet with the right amount of aggression that made my knees weak.
He then pinned me against the wall and entered me from behind, with every thrust sending waves of excitement into my nerves.
“Fuck deckard!” I moan, and from the bathroom, he carries me to the bed, where he opens me up like a peach and buries his face in between my thighs, tasting and taking me in like I was his dinner.
I cry out his name in pleasure as his tongue hits the right place in a circular mode, making me extremely wet and begging for more and taking in all the moisture I let out.
“Ah fuck yeah..” I exhale as I feel the intensity of pleasure. Deckard rose from between my legs, and his eyes caught mine, locking it in like I was the prey he was about to devour.
Quickly, I bent over and surrendered myself to him.
“Oh good girl!” he exhaled at the sight. He took both my hands and pin them behind me, then slowly buried himself into my dripping pussy “Oh fuck” he exhaled and made deliberate movements to satisfy me. First, he went slow, and then the faster he went, I felt my climax getting to its peak.
“Oh Amica! You are mine….” He grunts, “I fucking love you!” His words quickened my cum, Making my body stiffen, and the walls of my pussy grabbed his cock tighter, my moans louder; my body moved in spasms of excitement, and so did his s. He poured his warm cum into me, and we both collapsed on each other….
Soon, we’re called to dinner. I found a comfy short gowns in the wardrobe, while Deckard wears grey sweatpants and a white T–shirt, which accentuates his broad chest and strong arms.
His presence only makes him more magnetic.
As soon as we enter the dining room, I notice Freya’s eyes glued to him. I can practically see her gulping, trying to control her obvious fascination with him. Stupid witch!
At the dining table, we’re greeted with an extravagant buffet–meats of all kinds, fruits, and an array of exotic dishes. I sit right beside my Alpha, his hand resting on my thigh as we eat.
His touch casual and playful sends a surge of warmth through me, and I can’t help but giggle from time to time, feeling the intimacy between us. I know Freya’s watching us, but I deliberately ignore her, letting the sound of my laughter and giggles obvious enough to drive her mad.
Bernard breaks the silence. “I knew it. I knew killing the Alpha of Alphas was impossible! You don’t know how much I prayed to the Moon Goddess that the news was false! But we heard nothing from you, and we couldn’t make it back to defend your city after we learned that the usurper was your own blood. Our hands were tied–it became a family matter.”
His says, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“I guess it is,” Deckard replies, his voice calm but laced with something a bit of.
“Things have been strange, Alpha. Your brother called a meeting with the entire Apex Circle to keep us updated on the new developments. The last time he gathered us, he told us to be on the lookout for his Luna–to–be.”
“Who’s his Luna–to–be?” Deckard asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.
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“Your very own Luna!” Bernard points directly at me with weird smile.
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Deckard steals a glance at me, a look that says it doesn’t matter, but I catch the flicker of something darker beneath the surface. His jaw clenches as my name was called.
True, I haven’t kept him updated on everything that’s happened while he was gone. I didn’t have the chance. But now, seeing the shift in his demeanor, I know he’s furious, even if he hasn’t fully said it.
The atmosphere around us changes. I feel it in the way Deckard’s hand moves off my thigh, and how he places it firmly on the table, absent- mindedly playing with his food. He’s trying to keep himself under control, but the anger is there, simmering beneath the surface.
“Wow, the Luna didn’t inform us about all this when we got to Red Valley. We’re just hearing it now,” Freya comments looking directly at me, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Everyone falls silent, But no one gave her a response, just an awkward silence.
“Well, for reasons unknown, Darth has always wanted everything I had…” Deckard says, his voice low, eyes narrowing slightly. He is trying to defuse the tension, but he can’t even defuse the tension brewing within him.
“Yes, I heard the news. If she hadn’t managed to escape the city, they would have gotten married. The wedding was supposed to be the next day, we were all invited!” Bernard continues, almost as if he’s trying to provoke a reaction from Deckard.
don’t understand why he’s saying all this–like he’s trying to push Deckard’s buttons.
“A wedding! Oh, wow! You missed that information too, Amica?” Freya adds, a little too gleeful in her delivery.
“Well, the Luna was already escaping the castle when I found her. She was already out of there! You have no idea the chaos the castle was in when I got there. Our Gamma warriors were already fighting Darth’s rogues. Amica planned all this!” Leonard steps in, his voice firm, saving me from the accusing voices.
“Wow, she’s truly the Luna of Lunas!” Bernard compliments, clearly impressed by the story.
But Deckard didn’t seem convinced. His expression darkens, and the tension in his jaw is quite clear.
He’s angry, and others might not notice it but I do, it’s clear he’s trying to keep his emotions in check, but the anger simmers just beneath the
surface.