C09: The Lonely Wolf's Desires

"Help me, Aztec. Mark me, please!” Beatrice said to Aztec, the moment Sandra walked out of the guest room. 

She wasn't even bothered by how angry the Marshall Luna was, or even how sad she was that she had been pathetically disregarded. What mattered to Beatrice was that her boyfriend was here and clearly, he hadn't marked the Luna.

"What? No, love, you’re not thinking straight now. If I mark you, we may both regret it, and as you well know, we both can’t afford to have scandals right now, alright?” Aztec said to Beatrice as he used one of the towels in the room to wipe off her sweat. 

The girl was in too much pain and he pitied her this time.

"Why won’t you choose me? I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? Just because you married her doesn't mean you love her! I love you and you love me too, Aztec, so what’s stopping you?” Beatrice asked angrily, slamming her hands onto Aztec’s chest. 

The Alpha’s heart broke for the girl he loved but would never be able to mark. They both knew that. Aztec had taken a wife, and that alone, ruined all their chances of being mates. This was just Beatrice being helpless and desperate for sex.

"I will always choose you, my love. Always. If you want me to fuck you, I will. That has never been a problem, but I can’t do that, not now, and certainly not when you’re in this state. I want you to want me. 

“I want your nipples hard for me, but only from my touch, not from your unfortunate intoxication. I wanna hear you moan my name, while I thrust into you over and again, and I want you to do that, willingly. I refuse to abuse you. 

“I love you too much to do that to you, love,” Aztec said as he rubbed his hands on Beatrice’s hair. He loved this woman, he would cross the ocean for her, but right now, he couldn't do anything to her or for her.

"But Aztec—” Beatrice gently moaned, toying with the Alpha’s self-control. 

He was so close to snapping and his body was hot with desire for the woman who had managed to strip herself fully naked. He loved the way her nipples were perched, and her hips, he loved it when they swayed in his arms. 

She was guiding him, like a rhythm to their music. It was so perfect that if Aztec hadn't been an Alpha, if he hadn't learned self-control, he would have marked this woman right here and now. But then he had a wife, a rightful wife, even if she was bound to him because of their contractual agreement.

"Relax honey, how about this, we can have a shower together yeah? That will help you detoxify. I’ll be here for you. I’m not going anywhere. Let me help you, please,” Aztec said and Beatrice looked at him, her eyes softening at his touch. 

She knew he wanted her, so why wasn't he doing anything that could help both of them? Wasn't it so hard for him to sleep with her? They had done it more than once so what was different this time?

"Come with me, love,” Aztec said, before he carried Beatrice to the bathtub and called the reception for a bucket of ice. 

He didn’t want to mate her, because that was too risky for both of them. 

He didn't want to put her in a situation where she had to take the blame for a lot of things that were not her fault anyway.

"Excuse me, Alpha. Here’s the bucket you ordered,” the room attendant said when Alpha Aztec opened the door to their guest room. He couldn't have anyone seeing Beatrice and him in the same room. 

Their relationship wasn't a secret to the wolves, but he was already married, and if the rumors spread it would make the pack seem weak, and he cared too much about the Marshall wolves to let his desires ruin their home and bond.

"Thank you. Lock this floor and make sure no one comes in this direction, got it?”

"Yes Alpha.”

Aztec took the bucket of iced water and headed to the bathroom. He was distracted for a moment by a so addictive raspberry scent that still lingered around the room. Shaking his head, the Alpha walked to the bathroom where he had left his horny girlfriend. 

"I’m sorry for this, baby,” Aztec said before he poured the bucket of iced water on Beatrice, startling the woman back to the reality that he and her would never happen. They were just having their fun, but Atec would never take her as a mate.

"Dammit you! Why won’t you mark me when everyone knows I’m your girlfriend?” Beatrice asked frustratedly. She couldn't understand what was so hard about something so simple as a mark on her and his claim proudly on her neck. Was he that mad at her, but then what was the reason? 

"Is it because of Scarlet? Does she make you feel better than I always do? Don't tell you’ve been screwing her too. Is that why you are rejecting me today?” Beatrice ranted and Aztec let out a frustrated sigh. 

This wasn't what he had signed up for and his Luna was behind this? What the hell was she thinking anyway?

"You’ll be okay,” Aztec said and continued to reassure the stubborn woman until she thankfully went to sleep. Aztec carried Beatrice’s sleepy self off the bathroom and back into the room. He put her in a robe, before he carefully walked out of the guest room.

As he walked away from the floor he had ordered sealed, he conveniently ran into Sandra, the woman who had probably given him a hard time tonight. How was she even walking around relaxed like she didn't just stir a storm? The audacity she had.

"I guess you finally put your precious girlfriend to bed, no?” Sandra asked and Aztec just stared at her, before his eyes lingered on the wet patch on her dress, and her raspberry scent that was driving him nuts.

"And I see you finally got wet…" Aztec trailed off slowly, his tone getting all husky, and his urge getting a little too uncontrollable. Her scent was fucking with his head and the fact that he was angry with her, didn’t make it any easier for him.

"Great, you got eyes. Now, I’m gonna change into a clean dress, while you go your way alright, so no one else’s evening gets ruined too. We don't have to pretend here. As it is, there’s no one on this floor, Aztec,” Sandra said, spelling out his name in a slow and sensual manner. 

She could sense that he was sexually frustrated, but didn't he already have a girlfriend who was basically offering herself to him?

Well, that was all Aztec needed to grab Luna's hands and drag her into the nearest guestroom. 

He was pissed because of Sandra and he wanted her to pay for what she had done to Beatrice. There was no way she was just walking all freely when she had caused him so much trouble. And here he was, hoping that everything would go well tonight.

"What do you think you’re doing? Get off me you punk,” Sandra said to Aztec who didn't care about what she wanted and didn't want. He held her hand forcefully and threw her on the bed, ignoring the patch on her dress and focusing more on everything that was on her. 

Realization dawned on Sandra, a little too late, because this wasn't what she had signed up for. She was terrified that the Alpha would defile her, and was silently praying that he didn't go through with it.

Staring at Sandra lying helplessly on the bed, heat pulsed through Aztec’s blood, the thought of him with her, driving him nuts for a moment there. He could see how beautiful she was and frankly, he was glad she belonged to him, no matter what the circumstances were. 

"Hmm" Aztec groaned as he pulled Sandra closer to him, his lower body intentionally rubbing on hers, his bulge making its presence known as he rubbed himself on her gently, like he wanted her to want him too. 

He was high on desire, and he wanted her so bad he was frustrated about it. He wasn't sure whether what he was doing was alright, but that didn't matter because that beautiful frown on her made him feel so strained in his pants. 

The skin on Aztec’s face went hot as he slid his right arm under Luna's body. He could feel her tremble, and didn't pay too much heed to that. 

Gently, but tightly, he cupped her ass with his fingers, squeezing her soft butt while she subconsciously lifted herself, even before Aztec did. The space between the both of them had grown a little too thin even for Sandra, and she could feel how hard she already was for her. 

Aztec suddenly locked his lips roughly on Sandra’s, the feel of their lips mating making him want to kiss her forever. 

He didn't want to think of what it meant and what it would mean for both of them, once he broke the kiss, so he shut out his thoughts, and let himself go with the flow, something that he had never done. 

She was driving him crazy with her raspberry scent, and feeling her writhing below him, made him want her even more. He wanted the fireworks to stay a little longer, so he pressed himself harder on her, increasing the rhythm of his bulge rubbing on her groin, their clothes being the only things separating them. 

Soon enough, they were all so hot for each other and even Sandra couldn't fight back the desire for Aztec. She wanted him in all ways to hell, and she didn't mind going down there with him. 

She felt like a living pulse, her fastened heartbeat ramming through Aztec’s ears, making him feel like this was his special kind of heaven. And when they got to their high, he couldn't hold back, and went all in. He loved this version of ecstasy and wanted to revel in it. 

However, it all came to an abrupt end, when the voice of ‘she who shall not be named’ interrupted them.

"Aztec! Where are you?"