Chapter 11: I want her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ALPHA LESLEY

"I thought I asked you to leave this palace?" I shouted at Tasha as she walked into my room. 

If I had known that Tasha was the one behind my door, I wouldn't have opened the door.

"You just asked me to leave, and you didn't even bother to tell me where to go."

I scoffed.

Tasha always had silly excuses not to do something. Whenever I asked her to do something, and she didn't want to do it, she would never tell you straight up. She always went through the corners, and her excuses were always unbelievable.

"You do not have anywhere to go? Is that even an excuse?"

"Come on, Lesley," she uttered my name as she walked closer to me.

She placed her hand on my chest and began to walk her fingers around my chest. I grabbed her hand and dropped it forcefully.

"Don't you dare!" I warned her.

She folded her arms and pushed her lips forward.

"Isn't this unfair? Every time you have reasons to send me away from your room. Now you are asking me to leave the palace. Where do you want me to go?"

Tasha was getting emotional. That was another thing she was good at. She wanted to blackmail me into letting her stay, but I would not do that.

"Then what did you do with the money I gave you?" I asked her.

She didn't respond.

"You should not have accepted the money if you know that you will not be able to meet the demand that comes with it."

"Will you take me to your grandmothers pack then?" She suggested.

I gritted my teeth.

"Are you insane?"

She walked over to my bed and sat there without waiting for me to ask her to. I wanted to walk up to her and pull her by the hair, but it would only make me go back to my old self.

I was trying to be a better person. For myself, and for the pack. I was aware that I had done so much wrong in the past. But I was also aware that I deserved a second chance.

I walked towards her and stopped in front of her. I was looking down at her while trying to control my anger.

"Why do you always make things difficult for us?" I asked Tasha in a calm tone.

I didn't know how I suddenly became calm. She inhaled deeply and stood up. Tasha grabbed my shirt and rolled her tongue seductively. She slowly moved her hands down my groin and grabbed it. She gave it a gentle stroke, making me hard down there.

I could not control that part of my body, and I knew I was going to fall for her tricks soon.

She leaned in and kissed me before I continued to argue. I grabbed her tightly and began to kiss her roughly. I pushed Tasha to the bed and continued kissing her.

I digged my tongue into Tasha's mouth and began to thrust it in and out of her mouth freely. It was Tasha's turn to dig her tongue into my mouth. She kept pushing her tongue down my throat, to the extent that I was already feeling choked. One of the things I loved most about Tasha was the fact that she had a huge tongue.

While she was busy with her tongue thrusting, I digged my hands into her pants and began to tease her clit. She began to breathe heavily, grabbing me tightly.

Tasha tried to continue thrusting, but she could not. The tingling feeling down there kept distracting her and causing her to moan.

I continued to kiss her as I kept teasing her clit without digging it with my fingers.

"Lesley, stop," she breathed into my mouth.

Her heart was pounding very fast.

Tasha's juice kept dropping down my fingers. Her creamy juice wet my whole finger. The way her body vibrated and the sound of her breath showed that she was about to reach her limit.

"Lesley," she breathed my name.

I pushed her to the bed and opened her legs widely after taking off her short. I buried my head down there and began to do my job.

Tasha's moans made my groin get harder. She moaned loudly, as though she thought we were all alone in the whole of the palace.

I wasn't bothered about how loud she moaned. I was already used to it.

I grabbed a clip and clipped it on Tasha's boobs, making her moan even louder. It was time to get dirtier. I pulled out my drawer and grabbed the vibrator from the drawer.

I tied up Tasha's hands and legs and began to tease her clits with the vibrator. It made Tasha coil up. Her moans were gradually turning into screams and pleas.

She knew the danger word to use when she reached her limit, so I didn't pay attention to whatever sound or move she made.

I didn't penetrate Tasha with the vibrtator. I just kept using it around her clit until she screamed her danger word.

She had finally reached her limit.

I untied her and began to suck on one of her boobs since the clip was still there on the other boob. I finally took it off and locked both boobs, interchanging them at intervals.

Tasha grabbed my head tightly as I began to move my tongue around her body. I was soon digging deep into her and filling her up with the whole of me.

I kept thrusting Tasha while she moaned loudly. She was dripping wet and creamy liquid. I increased my pace as I fucked her hard.

It was Tasha's turn now to ride me. She sat on me and began to sway her hips around with my groin deeply buried in her. We were both panting heavily as she kept riding until we both reached our limits.

I grabbed my dick and held it firmly as hot liquid poured out of it.

I gasped out as I opened my arms and shut my eyes. I felt completely drained, and I needed time to refill my energy.

"When you are ready to leave, you see me before you do."

"You still want me to leave?" Tasha asked with a furrowed brow.

I still lay in bed with my arms open widely.

"I don't want to leave. You shouldn't have fucked me if you still want me to leave. We are even now."

I gritted my teeth angrily.

"Get up and leave!" I ordered.

Tasha stood up, got dressed, and left the room. She knew that I would probably do something drastic if she didn't leave the room immediately.

I was worried.

I didn't get a second chance mate, after what I did to my first mate. I thought the moon goddess was trying to punish me for what I did to my mate.

I was not in love with Tasha. I was only obsessed with her beauty and her body. She had the perfect curves, and I thought it was perfect for me to also keep her as my mistress until I found a mate.

The thought of my rejected mate flashed my head, and for a second I thought about what would have happened if I didn't reject her. I missed her. I quickly killed the thoughts immediately after I thought about it.