Chapter 136: Chapter 136

I've had enough praise to not feel insecure about being naked in front of him right now. When my dress is above my hips, I let go of his hands. Kingston's hand runs smoothly over my ass, his slightly squeezing it. Peering at him, my hand reaches down between us, running it's fingers up and down my wet slit, a moan escaping me when I thrust two fingers inside. Kingston follows my gaze, from where my hands slowly move in and out of pussy to me, struggling to thrust faster, and better.

“You're trying to end me Camilla, I don't want to hurt you.” he grunts, his hand gripping my jawline, the thumb of it, stroking my lips. I pause, withdrawing my hand from my pussy to his hand, holding it steady as I suck on the thumb, my gaze settled on his dilated gaze, desire sinking into him. I exhale, letting my pheromones flow freely for a second. “You don't want to hurt me, why?”

“You're going to scream, hard and it's not polite to fuck a princess at her cousins birthday, in her Aunt's guest bathroom.”

I roll my eyes, sucking on his fingers as I rock my hips against the air between us, moving on to the crotch of his pants. There's friction there, I like it, so much that I lose hold of his hand, the hand that now finds it's way between us, two of it's fingers hastily thrusting into my pussy. I moan, peering at him as he begins to work them inside me, my walls instantly clenching around them. The pace of his fingers increasing, making me bit back a wail, my mouth open as I peer between us.

“No,” Kingston murmurs, his other hand slapping my hands so hard, I jot up. “Eyes on me, you don't look down until I tell you to.” he grunts, his fingers picking up pace, the palm of his hand hitting my clit everytime.

“Kingston please,” I moan, starting to lose all composure I've obtained in his lap. “I need your cock, I want you break my apart on you cock.”

“Camilla,” he groans, the pace of his fingers slowly, his palm stroking my clit faster now.

“Please,” I moan, my hand falling onto his shoulder with an "O" forming on my lips.

Kingston withdrawals his fingers, his hands fiddling with his belt while I moan my edged orgasm loss, my gaze veering between us. His hand pinches my clit, “I said eyes on me little Alpha.”

I moan, dragging my gaze to him and he releases my clit, his hands lifting me up before guiding me down his hard cock, I gasp, sinking myself down on the rock hard length in a slow, sensual motion. “Come on, ride me, isn't this what you wanted?” he asks, his hips somehow bucking into mine, giving me long, hard strokes.

“Yes,” I moan. Steading myself on his cock before I start to ride him, slowly backing my hips on him, my walls clenching hard around him. “Do I get to come?”

“When I tell you to.” he rasps, his hand reaching up to my throat, wrapping around it hastily, his mouth licking the side of my neck, lowering to the top of my chest, a warm kiss on my breast. I begin to ride him faster, fighting against the thrust of his hips, the friction of him attempting to fuck me while I ride him makes the toilet pan screech so hard I'm afraid we might break it.

My walls tighten around him, my body jerking ad I find my whimpered orgasm, my head falling on his neck. Kingston rises, keeping me on his cock as I come down from the high of my orgasm. He slowly pulls out of me, steading me wobbly legs. “Hold on to the sink,” he tells me, not giving me a chance to retort. His hand strikes my ass, making me arch my back, my hands gripping the sink for balance. “I didn't say you could come Camilla,”

“I'm sorry.” I whimper breathlessly, a gasp following when his cock slams into me once again, my walks instantly clenching around him. His pace starts off fast, upgrading into brutal hard, balls deep inside of me strokes that have me holding my hand to my mouth, stifling the moans that escape me. With every thrust, Kingston hits the right spot inside me, my second orgasm already building inside me. I plead with him to stop but I don't want him to actually stop, I want him to rip me apart. “Oh my God, you feel so good...” I trail off, not caring who can hear me screaming or the ruin of my makeup by the tears that fall.

“You feel even better Camilla, your pussy is as good as your shitty comebacks.” he grunts, his hand reaching under my dress, finding my breast and squeezing it, his hand resting on my chest, steadily gripping it as he slams into me, my body jerks once again, his hand the only thing holding me together while he withdrawals from me, his dick rubbing itself on my bare pussy, until a hot liquid shoot from it, onto my pussy. I moan, crying out with a soft whimper ad I come on hard in his arms. He turns me around, his hand rubbing my pussy through my whimpered protests and jerking, my third orgasm ripping through me with a force that has tears running down my face.

“You're so pretty when you come.” he tells him, holding me up in his arms.

I nod, “So I've heard.” I say, trying to catch my breath. Not once did I lose focus of who was fucking me just now, I didn't trail of to a past memory despite the near same feeling of being fucked to tears.

“Are you good,” he asks, still holding me up.

I nod, only then does he let me go, proceeding to the grab some tissues. Cleaning me up and handing me my panties while he cleans floor off. I slip into my panties, fixing my makeup in the mirror, I almost snort, I can't cry but Kingston just made me cry so hard my mascara would be running if it weren't waterproof. Once I'm done, I look over my shoulder to Kingston, watching me with so many thoughts in his mind I suppose.

He looks good, I didn't mess up his pants but I know that he still smells like me, he didn't bother to clean my release off him. “Don't look so scared,” I snort. “I don't expect a ring from you, this doesn't change anything except for us owing up to our desire for each other. I'm not looking for a relationship.”

“Neither am I,” he counters.

“Great,” I reply, my hands running on my dress. “So, how does it feel to fuck a "you're too young?" ” I ask him, my tone mimicking him and his earlier statement.

“Don't start,” he groans. “You are too young, how old are you?”

“I'm seventeen,” I tell him, watching all color drain from his face.

“Fuck, I'm nearly ten years older than you.”

“Mmm, yea. Nearly ten years older than me cock feels good.” I pout, batting my eyelashes at him. “Shame it came from you and your restrained sadistic kink.” I tell him, reaching for the door. I walk out on him, leaving him to deal with the realization and acceptance of my age and how hard he fucked me just minutes ago.

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I'm exhausted, and pretty annoyed by my supposed brother and my best friend's current situation, Tee never wanted to be a mother, she feared she would be like her mother was to her, selective and highly partial to her other kids while neglecting her because she's "trouble" in her words. Hades as I've learned his name is probably forcing her into having the baby, she looks scared of Hades, I've noticed it through their interactions and I must say, he makes her want to dig a hole and bury herself to the top. As much as that bothers me, I'm hornier than I am pissed off by the entire Tee and Hades situationship. I wanted to take her with me but she can't leave Hades or his side until she's had the baby, with the option of being a mother or not to his child. Anyhow, in my opinion that I strongly stand by, she can't hold a candle to Tee, despite the slight similarity in how petite they both are, Tee takes the crown, and not just because she's my best friend but because she's gorgeous, sand she owns it so perfectly.

I don't think it was much of a pleasure, but I had the opportunity of meeting his girlfriend, a stunning young woman with a not-so-loveable personality, or perhaps that's jealousy talking?

Nonetheless, I'm not a fan of neither her nor anyone in that family just yet.

King and I got home later than Mirabelle did because I was keen on battling with Hades to let Tee come and spend the night at my place, which I couldn't do because he gave a good reason as to why I can't take her to my pack just yet, “She needs the rest, I'm not taking chances with her health, much less my baby. If she were to go with you, she would be up half the night talking to you rather than sleeping.” to which I can't oppose but he doesn't know one thing, Tee never sleeps, she is an insomniac. The only way she's going to sleep is if and when you drug her, I thought it was odd until I found myself in her situation, worst case is she can't take her medication because she's pregnant.

That aside, I must say, I've had quite the night, from the birthday girl hanging onto my date for the night to me fucking Kingston in the Royal household bathroom and carrying on with the night like nothing happened. I think that part pissed King off, he watched me questionably the entire night and left me no choice but to tell Mirabelle and Tee I had just gotten railed in the bathroom all while watching him, knowing full well he could read my lips as well as theirs and their reaction to me telling them about our bathroom scene. He also tried to pretend the few minutes or hours in the bathroom didn't happen but he knew it did, and if he didn't, my wet panties in his pocket remained him of it.

“Come on Cami, I know you miss Tiana but your brother did say he'd bring her tomorrow morning.” Mirabelle says, her hand rubbing my back as she rises, my gaze peering at her.

I smile at her, I'm not thinking about Tee, I'm thinking of King and how bold I was sliding down on his cock a few hours ago. I am a different person with him, nearly like I was with Adrian but with him, I never pushed his button, much less his belt. The high sex drive I've obtained could have me fucking like a rabbit, but I've been controlling it, up until now that is. Even now, as I watch Kingston over my shoulder, my gaze falsely on Mirabelle and her comforting words, I'm looking to get fucked a second time, preferably until my body sweats out every urge I'm fighting to tease him about it.

“Goodnight,” Mirabelle utters, finally walking away, unknowingly providing a clear view of Kingston on a silver platter.

“Goodnight Beta,” King and I call out as she walks away, flashing us a smile as she walks up the stairs.

Kingston and I stare at each other silently, I hate that. I hate how his gaze tries to penetrate me every time he looks at me. “So, you're going golfing with Ryan?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.

Kingston nods, his fingers tapping into the sofa armrest. “Of course, he is the only man that can beat me at golf.”

My body relaxes, the silence no longer itching every inch of me. “I could whoop your ass at any game any day.” I retort confidently, knowing I beat Miquel countless times and he is pursuing a career as a professional golfer.

“You wish beautiful,” he snickers.

Beautiful.

I arch my eyebrows at him, “You are making a habit of calling me beautiful.”

“I like it better than your name.” he shrugs, his tongue sliding over his lips.

“Um, okay Andrew.” I mumble, a snort escaping me unintentionally.

“Hey, you should not be calling Andrew, my parent's made a terrible choice of names.” he scowls, making me laugh out loud, my voice the loudest and only audible sound from miles away considering the time.

“Camilla,” someone calls out in a high-pitched tone.

I gather myself, hearing the voice again as I silence my laughing. “Did you hear that?” I ask him, my gaze searching the room but there's no one there. Kingston shakes his head, the exact moment I hear my name being called out once again. “That, someone is calling my name.” I tell him.

In response, he chuckles. “Are you drunk? Nobody calls you Camilla and they wouldn't dare address you as anything other than Alpha Camilla,” he tells me.

I frown, he's right but I'm not drunk, I only had a few glasses tonight, mostly because I was around Tee and didn't want to initiate a monkey see monkey do act between us with her crazy baby daddy watching from across us. “I am not drunk but I do think I'm tired, I'll go to bed right now,” I say, rising from my seat. “But first, I'll check on Karla.” I tell him, moving straight to fit the staircase.

I am not drunk enough to be hearing someone calling me when in fact, nobody is. when I open the door to Karla's bedroom, I glimpse her, soundly sleeping on her bed with her feet outside the blanket, her head covered. Leaving the door open, I walk in, pulling the blanket from her head to her toes but her little hands grip it tightly.“I am not made of cookies, please don't eat me.”

“Karla?” I softly say, realizing she's not awake like I thought. She probably had a nightmare, I wonder who let her watch that cookie monster movie where a little blue bearded monster eats the children because they're made of cookies.

“Alpha mommy?” she mumurs, peeking out of the blanket.

I nod at her, sitting on the bed next to her as her eyes scan the room widely, even in it's dimly lit state. “I thought you were the cookie monster.” she whispers.

“Is that why you're awake?” I ask, my hand stroking her hair as she peers at me nodding. “I see, but you have nothing to worry about, I'll eat the cookie monster before he or anyone ever hurts you.” I tell her, earning a giggle from her.

“I'm still scared, daddy says dreams are not real but I still get scared.”

“That's okay, everyone gets scared Karla.” I tell her.

“Even daddy, and you?” she whispers, tightly clutching the character blanket on her.

I nod, watching her eyes widen. “Yes,” I laugh. “Even me, it's okay to be scared sometimes but there's nothing to be scared of except broccoli.” I joke, making a gagging sound that makes her laugh too.

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” I ask her, earning an instant nod. I rise, with her following suite, standing on her bed in her cute little romper pyjamas. “Come here,” I tell her, opening my arms to her. My arms wrap around her, balancing her on my hip as my hand reached for her stuffed animal and hand it to her, leaving her room vacant when I close the door behind us. Or perhaps the cookie monster is in it, I've learned everything is possible but that one has to be ruled out.

The moment I'm settled in bed next to Karla, she falls asleep, clasping her stuffed animal with a smile. I'm watching her, wondering how her mother found the courage to abandon her, it must have been hard. Or maybe the dick she broke her family for was good, it must have been some hella good dick. I don't want to judge Karla's mother because love makes us stupid but she separated her kid from his dad.

My eyes begin to fall heavy, the sleeping pills I slipped into my drink earlier tonight finally showing their effect.

“Camilla!” that voice calls out once again, this time louder, loud enough to alert me, my body jotting up from the bed.

I know I'm not hallucinating, someone is playing with me and I will do things regret if they persist with doing this to me. Angling my feet towards the edge of the bed, I get down, heading straight for the light switch.

The moment the light's flicker on, I notice someone in the middle of the room,. I step back, my hand flying to my chest in startle as I take in the woman before me, a short woman yet talker than me, her dress in pencil skirt pattern with decorative chains in her hair. She looks like she walked straight out of a children's book, like one my mom would read to me at bedtime. The woman grins at me, clapping her hands as she stares at me.

“You can see me right?” she asks excitedly.

“Of course I see you, you fucking right there,” I whisper yell, my feet moving to meet her. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?”

Taking a deep breath, she exhales, a smile drawn on her face, all the way from her eyes. “My name is Lumina, I have been trying to get your attention for so long, or at least make myself visible to you but none of the spells were working so I had to go and see my cousin Sherla who knows a witch that does forbidden spells and would-” I cut her off with a glare, trying to process the bullshit coming out of her mouth. “And, I am a guardian angel.” she says, “Adrian's guardian to be exact. I'm sorry for blabbing, I tend to do that when I'm excited.”

Okay so not only does she dress like she's from a children's book, she thinks she is.

“Hmm I see, who your caretaker, you seem to have gotten loose but there's the door honey.” I tell her, my hand gesturing to the door. “Go straight until you find a staircase and go home, wait you can't get home if you're retarded.” I pause, thinking of whose family she belongs do.

“No,” she retorts, her face scowling. “I am not retarded, I'm truly a guardian angel.” she tells me, looking offended that I called her retarded, which is probably is.

“How old are you?”

“I'm thirty nine years old and it's not some retard absurdity, I truly am a guardian, we exist, look.” she tells me, stretching out her arm and showing me the mythical mark of guardians we were shown as kids. Her hand curls into a fist, the mark of a dove on her arm lighting up, the design coming to life.

I gasp, stepping back from her, she must be a witch.

“See that, only guardians can do this. I'm risking my life and my job by revealing myself to you but it's worth it, it's not like I will have a job if he passes away, but I don't have time.”

I nod, “Okay, then fucking leave. You're creeping me out with this voodoo shit.” I whisper yell.

“Fine, you leave me now choice, stand back.” she tells me, her gaze fixed on the wall behind me, next to the door.

I step aside, giving her one last chance to prove herself retarded before I drag her out by the fucking chains in her hair. Lumina, as she claims she is, swirls her hands, pointing to the wall, my gaze furrows at her as she drops her hands, nodding toward the wall.

My gaze flickers from her to the wall, my eyes widening at the sight of what she did. She created some sort of a portal, in place of the wall, all I see is a hospital room. My heart sinks when I take in the patient but I gather myself swiftly, looking back at Lumina.

“See,” she tells me, her hand gesturing to the wall. “I really am Adrian's guardian.”

“Really?” I snort, pretending I couldn't tell it was Adrian laying in that bed, an oxygen mask on his face and a blood drip to his arm. “Well, you suck at your job then and also, get out and take your voodoo with you, I like my walls.” I tell her, walking past her with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Look at him, he's not doing okay.” she says, her voice breaking.

“I think that's pretty obvious,” I snicker, my face shifting to the bed where Karla lays unmoving.

I don't want to look at that portal or whatever it is madam guardian angel has created.

“Camilla, he needs you, please help him.” she pleads, her eyes almost watering.

“I have risked everything for a chance to talk to you, by the end of this I should wipe your memory of seeing me but I won't because Royal's can't be wiped, you're immune to my powers.”

“Okay, umm leave. You'll wake Karla,” I tell her, my head nodding towards my bed.

“Hear me out, I know you're mad at him but I've been there with you both, to me he is like Karla has become to you. I know how much he loves you, he simply made a mistake, forgive him. At times, doesn't think before he acts, his temper is his mortal enemy and only flaw, you know that he is a good person, you love him.” she whispers, her hands coming together as she speaks.

“Loved, lumina, loved.” I correct her, not willing to accept the truth or let her or anyone believe that I'm in love with Adrian still.

“ Adrian needs you, his wolf lost contact with him, it isolated him till he couldn't invoke it anymore. Please Camilla,

he can't lose you and his wolf. He is in bad shape, he could die.”

“Yeah, if you follow him to hell, please do greet the devil for me.” I tell her, blinking my eyelashes at her with a pout on my lips.

“Go and see him, even if it is just once, not for him but for Hunter, he needs his wolf. An Alpha without a wolf is weak and he will be the target of all his enemies, if he makes it alive that is.” she says, biting on her tongue.

“There is nothing I can do for him, I'm never stepping foot in that pack again and if you were there like you claim, then you saw everything didn't you? You saw how he treated me, cursed me out and degraded me with malice.” I tell her, settling at the edge of the bed, with her still watching me.

“You are right,” she begins. “I was there, I saw everything that happened, then and after you left. The loss of a child is painful Camilla, he wasn't thinking of what came out his mouth its not his fault he isn't to blame, sometimes pain can make us bitter. Have you never said things you regret in a feat of rage?”

“No,” I confidently tell her. “I am not psychotic like that bastard, he never regrets a thing, I can bet you anything his one regret is that Ryan nearly killed him, if anything he blanes me for that too. Lumina, I'm sorry but that bastard, ” I tell her, pointing to the portal. “He can die for all I care.”