The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 82
CAMILLA’S P.O.V
He let out a groan and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘thank the goddess’ as he kissed me- claimed was a more appropriate term for what he did. His hand cupped the back of my head to angle it just the way he wanted. I was practically helpless against him because I couldn’t keep up with the pace he was setting. It was different but it was exhilarating at the same time.
He pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I landed directly over his erection and I let out a strangled moan which Ryker swallowed by slipping his tongue into my mouth. He devoured every inch of my mouth as his tongue explored me. His hand moved from my head to grip my hips and roll it directly over his in slow and torturous strokes. I was a moaning mess in his lap but I wanted more. My dress was too thick and it didn’t allow for me to feel every inch of him.
As if he were thinking the same thing, he reached down for the neckline of my dress and ripped it apart in one clean move. I let out a gasp and pulled back to look down at my exposed chest. Ryker pushed my dress off my shoulders leaving me in just my corset and under skirt. It was not the most sensual thing but he looked at me as if I were his favorite treat. Before I could speak, he reached out and ripped my corset the same way he did with my dress.
This time, he didn’t push it off my body before he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. His mouth was warm and it had my head titling back especially when he grazed his teeth over it and bit down hard enough to make my vision blur. There was something erotic about the boundary between pain and pleasure. It was exhilarating and it stuck a cord in me that I didn’t know existed.
I didn’t notice when he lay me on the ground and pulled down my skirt in one quick move. He sat on his knees and began working the buttons on his shirt. “I want to taste you so bad and I want your mouth on my co ck but I feel like I am going to die if I don’t get inside of you right now.”
“I want you too,” I moaned unable to keep the pleasure out of my voice. I was already wet, I didn’t need him to do anything else but get inside of
me.
I watched him shed his clothes and he settled between my thighs. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to my neck. The bite from the grass was
at contrast with the softness of his kiss. He ran his hands down my body before coming to settle at my waist.
“You know that I love you right,” he began and I hummed not knowing why he suddenly said it. “Good, I want you to remember that because for a second, it might feel like I don’t.”

I was about to ask what he meant by that but he suddenly flipped me over and ran his hands down my spine so he could position me just the way he wanted. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be arched down against the grass but when I felt the head of his co ck tease my entrance, all my discomfort was forgotten and I pushed my a*s back into him.
Ryker moaned and gripped my hips tight. “Do that again, f**k.” I
repeated the action swallowing the head of his co ck but he pulled out. “Not yet, baby, I need to know that you want it.”
“I want it,” the words left my lips before I even realized they had.
He leaned down so his lips were by my ear. “Beg for it. Beg me to fill you up with my c ock. Beg me to make you cu m, Camilla.”!
Hi words had blood rushing to my ears. I felt i ke I was going to explode from the pleasure wracking through me. I knew that the moment he entered me, I was going to explode around his co ck. I moaned and tried to move but his hands were firmly holding my hips. He knew what I wanted but he wasn’t going to give it to me until I did what he asked. “Please,” I begged unable to stop the cr ack in my voice. “I am begging you, Ryker, I will go crazy if you don’t-”
The words were barely out of my mouth before he entered me in one quick thrust. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my or gasm wracked through me. Ryker hissed through his teeth as he fought to not follow soon after.
“You feel so good clenched around my co ck,” his voice was hoatrse from restraint. “You’re so f**king tight, baby.”
He didn’t wait for me to recover from my or gasm before he started moving again. I had barely come down from the high and I was climbing that peak of pleasure again as Ryker f**ked me relentlessly. His hand wrapped around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and he used that to keep me just the way he wanted as he brutally assaulted me.
I couldn’t match his thrusts so I just lay there as he moved inside of me. I could feel his moves becoming jerkier and I knew he was reaching his
release. He reached around me to pinch my cl it and I exploded just as he came. I would have fallen to the ground if it weren’t for his hand holding me up. The force of my or gasm was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
I was vaguely aware of when Ryker pulled out of me. I expected him to let go of me now that he was calm, but he pulled me close to him and stroked my hair affectionately.
“You’re so good to me,” he murmured as he placed a kiss on my hair. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I didn’t have to think about it before I responded. “I am a little sore though.”
“Let’s get you back inside so you can take a bath and I can take care of you properly.”
“You kind of ruined my dress,” I mumbled and he at least had the decency to look a little sheepish.
His eyes went unfocused for a second and I knew he was mind linking someone. He rose to his feet once he was done and pulled his clothes back on. I watched him out of the corner of mt eye unable to shake the thoughts of what we had done. I never would have considered outdoor sex before but it was something I genuinely enjoyed.
A few minutes after Ryker was dressed, I heard Christine’s voice. Ryker went to retrieve the dress from her and I let out a sigh of relief when I realized she had brought a casual dress and not something for court. Ryker helped me into it and we walked into the palace hand in hand. All anyone needed was one look at us to know what we were up to but I didn’t care. I wasn’t ashamed of having sex with my mate.
When we got to the room, he all but pulled the dress off me and led me into the bathroom. I was shocked when he sat at the edge of the tub and gently washed me. I couldn’t help but stare with my mouth wide open. If he noticed, he didn’t care and went on to washing my hair. His touch was so calming and relaxing that I almost fell asleep in the tub when his hands buried themselves into my hair. He helped me out and dried me off but wouldn’t give me clothes to wear.
“Are you still sore?” he asked and I nodded slowly wondering why he asked.
“It’ll be gone by tomorrow. I’m just not used to that level of intensity.”