The Throne

Chapter 8

Elena

I walked down the hall while my heels imprinted my carbon footprints while judging me for my half ass walk of shame, as I put it. An emotion I have never felt before wrecked my core and crushed my soul little by little.

I feel like pulling my hair and banging my head against the wall for what has just happened between the three of us. I never intended to wreck James's dinner by fucking his best friend in the library. But my body and my soul crave his touch, and I cannot deny how amazing it felt when his fingers dance to cross my skin.

But as always, I'm making someone else suffer by my needs and my desires he can be angry and upset with me all he wants because it's not my fault that I am tied to him and to Eric and it's only going to get worse in the near future, I can see them fighting More and more until one of them is completely red in the face and out of breath. None of this is fair to any of us, but am I selfish for wanting him to worship my body like he's supposed to?

I met Eric first, and it only took one second to look up to those blue eyes to tell me I was in grave danger but exciting danger.

I walked down the long hall that we took to get to the dinner hall, and I've looked through every door and every corner, but I still haven't found him. I understand he needs to cool off, but I need to reassure him that I won't ever fuck Eric in his home again. It's just one promise I'm certain that I can keep.

I walk towards my room and open my door, and I see him under the Moonlight on my balcony with his shirt button, halfway, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but I cannot make out the expression on his face. It pains me that I've hurt him, but then again, it's not entirely my fault. My bond with Eric is stronger than it is with him.

I wonder if he's cursing the universe. I'm sure he hasn't had an easy life. None of us had an easy life. I was taken from my family and from Eric right under their noses. I'm not sure how my life would have been if I was never kidnapped. But right now, it's not the time to think about that.

I slowly walk towards him. I know he knows that I am in the same room as him. The veins on his arms are bulging at how tight he is clinging onto the railing. Maybe I should just turn around and walk away because I really don't know what he is feeling in the inside since he is so good at hiding what really bothers him.

I shake my head and take a deep, ragged breath, bracing for whatever mood he is in right now. I continue walking until we are side-by-side. I look up at the moon, also curse the universe on what a fucked-up life I've already encountered.

What do I even say to him? I don't think I really need to apologize. Fuck, my mind is completely blank and I'm frustrated that I can't spit one word out or even think of anything to say to him. How pitiful.

Our fingers brushes against each other briefly before he steps away from the balcony railing. Is he that upset he can't even touch me? I look over my shoulder to find him walking away towards the bedroom door. I turned around and stomped towards him while trying not to trip over this annoying tight fucking dress.

″James!″ I screamed his name until he stopped at the bedroom door. I'm sure somebody heard me screaming his name. Damn vampires and their good fucking hearing. I walked in front of him and pushed him in the chest enough for him to step away from the door. The look on his face says it all.

″Elena, stop. I am in no mood for your childish behavior.″ He said, while giving me a look. Oh, I dare you to push me again.

″I am not being childish.″ I pushed him once again, trying to get him to sit on my bed. He grabs my hands while sizing the back of my neck with his other hand. It was not a tight hold, but enough for me to feel his warning. I look up and give him and cocky grin, which made him even more pissed. He releases my neck and hands, but before I could step away, he grabs my throat and pushes me towards the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed.

″Do you ever listen, Elena? Do you like when I have your very life in-between my hand? I dare you to push me even further and see where that gets you.″ Fuck, his hand feels so good around my neck, and I wonder how it would feel like with him inside of me.

He sniffs the air and a feral growl whips around me and fuck my pussy clenches even harder. I whimper at the sensation I am feeling in my clit, and I don't know much longer I can last without his touch. His eyes trail up and down my body and I get a shiver that crawls down my spine.

″I know you won't kill me because I am the very air you breathe.″ I said, while rubbing my thighs together. His free hand slides up my inner thigh and a whimper escapes my dry mouth. I feel his finger graze my clit, which almost sends me to my knees. ″Please, James.″

"Use your words, Elena.″ I croak out a cry of desperation. ″Please fuck me with your thick fingers, my king. He hums against my ear, which sends my cunt into overdrive. I can feel my wetness trickle down my legs. He pulls me in for a desperate kiss and plunges two fingers into my tight, wet cunt. He holds me up by my throat and fucks my cunt with his devil fingers. I moan his name, which causes him to go faster until I am weeping mess in his hands. I feel my climax at its peak, but before I can get a release, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. I whimper at the loss of his fingers inside of me. ″So delicious, my little slut.″

″Why did you fucking stop, James?″ I grabbed him by his tie. ″Because you are going to crawl and beg for me to fuck you with my cock. Now be a good girl and get on your knees and crawl to the couch.″ What am I, a fucking dog? I huff in annoyance. I look over at him and he is dead serious about me crawling to him since his ass just sat down on the black couch across the room.

″Come on Elena. I know how much your cunt aches for my cock to be balls deep inside of you.″ Fucker can sense my pulsing cunt with his ears. Sometimes I wish he was human because I hate when he can hear every sound. ″Before you get on your knees for me, get naked.″

″I need help to unzip my dre..″ before I could finish my sentence, he was right behind me in a flash and unzipping my dress and before I could blink; he was already back on the couch with his legs spread wide open. I pulled the dress down from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I was in this matching bra and pantie set that I had picked out. His eyes never left mine while I undid my bra and let it fall with a thud. I dragged down my panties to tease him just enough to get his inpatient growl out. I can't believe I am about to get on my knees and crawl to my mate. I hope to God Eric isn't lurking around right about now.

I take off my heels and throw them across the room and get on all fours and crawl until my head reaches his crotch. I never let my eyes leave his. ″Now be a good girl and take my pants off and suck daddy's cock.″ He wants me to suck his cock again. The damn thing barely fits in my mouth. His cock is so much thicker than Erics. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and he slides them off until his dick springs free from his boxers. The damn thing is already dripping with pre cum.

I grab his cock with my hands and slowly, inch by inch, stick his enormous cock into my mouth until I gag on it. I suck his cock while pumping him with my hands. His moans are raspy and tells me I am his good girl and that I can take it all. He grabs a fist full of my hair and slams his cock into the back of my throat until tears roll down my face. Every gagging noise I make makes him hum in approval. His other hand finds my clit and starts to play with it, which causes me to take his cock further down my throat, if that was even possible. I feel his cock getting harder and his breathing picks up and I feel his seed hit the back of my throat. I pull his cock out of my mouth with a popping noise. How the fuck is he still hard?!