Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 37 Go Down On Me (Genevieve Swan)
I woke up in bed with Emre by my side, although I didn’t remember it being his night to be with me. He rarely wanted to share the bed before, and I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me or offer sympathy. If he was there because he pitied me for not being invited to my father’s wedding, I would rather he hadn’t joined me at all.
To my surprise, he was also awake.
“Hey,” he whispered, turning towards me.
“Hey,” I replied, resting my arms against my cheek and meeting his gaze. I remembered bits and pieces from the previous night, especially how Wolvin and he had taken my side. They had done many wrong things, but at least they hadn’t forced me to return to a place I didn’t want to be, unlike Caspian and Bellamy, who disregarded my wishes.
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“You passed out; it must have been a stressful sight for you,” Emre mumbled, gently brushing the hair away from my face. I was taken aback by his tenderness because he was usually rough even with simple tasks.
“I didn’t know my dad was getting married to her,” I commented, closing my l*ips tightly before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I was never allowed to see my mom’s belongings. I wanted to wear her dress for my wedding, but Monique forbade it. She said my mother’s things were cursed, and—well, they didn’t even let me visit her grave.” As a lonely person, I never realized how quickly I wished to open up to anyone who showed me even a hint of affection.
“You’ve never visited her grave?” he looked shocked by the revelation. “No! Dad never allowed me,” I replied, noticing how he lost himself in his thoughts.
“I thought as a princess, your every wish would be granted,” he sounded somewhat perplexed, as if recalling certain incidents.
“My every wish came with a price. And it wasn’t something I could repay with money,” I explained, struggling to find the right words to convey the h*ardships I had endured under my father and Monique’s care.
“So, the dress and the jewelry?” he didn’t even need to finish the question because I understood what he meant. “It belongs to my mother,” I responded without hesitation.
“That’s so strange. Why would a father let his new partner wear his deceased wife’s jewelry but not let his daughter even t*ouch her belongings?” Emre finally grasped why I was so upset about the whole situation.
“And they didn’t even tell me anything. They just got married. I wonder if that’s why they told you guys not to let me out,” now that he expressed the same disgust, I started feeling like we were on the same page, two best friends gossiping.
“You know what? I never liked that woman. She is so annoying, acting as if she’s the true queen. Our queen was and will always be Luna Queen Shiloh,” he spoke my mother’s name with so much respect that it reminded me of that elderly woman.
There had to be more to my parents’ story than I knew. Why did everyone love my mother but hate my father and me?
Was it because we were alive, or was there more to the story I was unaware of?
“What can I do anyway? They’ll ask me to meet with her again, and I’ll have to agree,” I sighed, noticing how he subtly moved closer to me, resting his h*and on my arm and gently massaging my skin.
As my skin erupted in goosebumps, he stopped, sensing the reaction upon t*ouching me.
“I didn’t want to be rude to you. You’re not my enemy, and I don’t hold any grudges against you. It’s just that—” he paused, but I could tell where the conversation was h*eading.
“You hate my father for what he did to yours? He exiled him and forced your family out of the pack,” I reminded him, although it pained me to bring it up. It was my way of showing him that I wasn’t completely oblivious.
“I think he was in the wrong,” I added, making my stance clear. I had seen his father in our pack when he was alive, and he was a kind and compassionate man. He was the only one who secretly took care of me when others bullied me.
“Thank you,” he smiled, and his l*eg slowly reached for mine. The bed was growing warmer as the conversation faded, and we simply stared into each other’s eyes.
“Ugh!” I groaned, lying straight to avoid doing anything that would make me feel guilty later.
“I know you feel it too,” he whispered, his h*and now resting on my belly. “We don’t have to promise each other anything. Let me please you tonight,” he must have moved even closer because I could hear his words in my ear.
“But then you and the others disrespect me, and I feel disgusted,” I mumbled, turning my face away. It was difficult to resist his t*ouch, to prevent myself from succumbing to the allure.
“Did you ever consider that maybe we’re also trying not to fall for you?” he whispered, capturing my attention as I turned my h*ead back to him.
“By arguing with you, at least I attempt to calm myself down and divert my attention from—from just wanting to grab you and k*iss you,” he confessed openly, causing me to inhale deeply at his candid admission.
My throat went dry at his request, but I didn’t push him away. Technically, I wouldn’t be doing anything.
He got up and went down on me, raising my dress and steadily pulling my underwear down. I closed my eyes and bit my b*ottom l*ip when he spread my l*egs and ran his h*and between them, gently massaging my p*ussy with his f*inger.
I felt shivers run up my spine as his f*ingers decided to explore my v*agina some more. It seemed like he was intrigued about my p*ussy and just the thought of it was making me shiver.
His f*inger ran up and down, opening my l*abia l*ips and then rubbing between them before he rested the f*inger on my c*lit. He knew he had reached the right destination. I closed my m*outh tightly shut when he began to vib*rate my c*lit faster than a grinder.
“Ah! Ah!” my l*ips let out little whimpers as he continued to savagely vib*rate me down there.