Lycan King's Nemesis
Chapter 97

**GWEN**

A loud pelt on the roof of the building was what woke me up the next morning. Very slowly I peeled my eyes open and shifted my head to the side to glance around my surroundings.

The first thing I noticed was the impenetrable restriction around my waist which had me looking down at Ashton's massive naked chest, and when my eyes trailed upward, it was to meet his peaceful facade as he slept. For once, I was enthralled by his lovely sight, my eyes unfaltering from him. What a sweet sight to behold in the morning.

I was still immersed when his alluring lips quirked to the side as he smiled, causing me to snap back and look away. Unfortunately, he had already caught me as his hands tightened around me when I tried moving away, his beautiful blues split open to peer at me. "I didn't know you found me this attractive, mate," he growled lowly.

I blushed. "Stop feeling smug." I smacked his chest and tried once more to move to the side but the next minute I found myself tumbling to the ground with him coming ontop of me.

"Ash!"

"Shhhh... just a moment." He kissed my temple, encircling my chin to hold it to a spot. "I want to fully take in this amazing sight." Another kiss to my forehead.

"You flatter me too much." I was red all over my body and flushed to the toes.

"Whatever I say is nothing but the truth. You know that."

I relaxed back and sighed. It was bright by now meaning we had slept into the morning. By now they might be worried about our absence at the palace. "We have to get back." My eyes travelled to one of the room windows, noticing for the first that the room was shrouded in a darkish-purple glow.

His eyes followed mine, letting out a sigh as me. "I have already informed Williams of our whereabouts. Besides, it's still raining we can't leave."

"Since when did walking under the rain become a taboo?" Instinctively, my finger went to his hair to begin massaging. His hair was matted to his head, giving him a boyish look. His eyes were still foggy, wrinkles still delineated on his face; signs of sleep.

He suddenly sat up in his full nudity and stretched out his left hand to me beckoning me to him. I was still naked too under the duvet. And slightly shy.

Albeit, I braced up and sat up to accept his hand. He tugged me up from the bed towards the door.

I giggled. "What are you doing?"

"Come on!" He slammed the bedroom door after us and yanked me in the direction of the stairs. "You just gave me an idea."

"We are naked."

"Who cares? It's just us in this place." We reached the foot of the stairs and and I held his arm to pull him back as my eyes racked through the room.

Last night when we came in, we were ravishing ourselves that I didn't take the time to properly assess our location. All that mattered at that point was the lips and hands on my body and the magic that was being curated. An earthquake would have happened and I wouldn't have noticed.

"This place is magnificent!" I let out, taking cognizance of the frameworks that lined the walls. My eyes paused in one.

"I knew you would like it." Ashton's arms came about my naked midriff and flattened me against his naked one, unaware of my current curiosity.

"Who's that?" I questioned, nodding at the picture on the wall.

He stiffened, his hands falling away. "We have to go." He took my right wrist and made for the door.

"Wait, Ashton." He opened the front door to a sizzling thunder that reverberated through the sky. I trembled and hugged him in trepidation. "Whao! That was dreadful!" I yelled, momentarily taken aback.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked in my left ear.

"Do what?" I shouted loud enough for him to hear through the rain. I didn't want to forge ahead with my former inquiry as I recognized he was not comfortable with it. Who could that be? "Play under the rain."

"What! Are you crazy? Do you want us struck down by thunder?"

"Oh, C'mon. You know that's never happening. Don't worry, I'm here to protect you." In one yank, I found myself under the rain dragged after him.

"Argh! Ashton!" I swiped water from my face over and over again, giggling so loud my chest hurt. This felt so good. I have never played under the rain. It was totally a good experience.

"What a wild idea." I didn't leave his side.

"I knew you will love it. I used to do this with Abigail when we were little." We stopped in the middle of the yard, his arms taking my hips to pull me closer. His cock was as hard as rock as he nuzzled my neck. I was cold as fuck, but with him close to me, his cock poking at my pussy, I felt warmer. I wanted him to do more than stand with me under the rain. I wanted us to make this experience crazier.

I cupped his chin and shifted it until he was burning me with his gaze hence slowly I pulled his face down and took his lips. I needed him to sear me, brand me with his mark. I wanted, no, I needed this memory to forever remain in my head as vivid as my present.

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"You sure you want to do this?" He husked into my lips. My response was to grab his cock and give a solid tug. He groaned like an animal and deepened the kiss.

Like a moth to a flame, my body gummed to his, my hands engulfing his neck and drawing him closer. I couldn't get enough of him.

The rain was pelting down on us but we didn't care, all we cared about was satiating this feeling that was ravaging us. I didn't know if I was allowed to think for Ashton, but that was exactly how I felt. Too hot, yet so cold.

I shivered. Ashton tore his lips away, his hungry clogged eyes taking me in. "Are you okay?"

I yanked his head down back. "Shut up and kiss me."

That was all we did. We were naked, under the rain. We didn't do nought else but kiss. It seemed as if what we couldn't say to ourselves was much related through that kiss which went on for so long.

A long time after Ashton scooped me up and took me back into the house, my teeth were clattering and I was giggling like a baby. I couldn't recall when last I was this happy.

"Sit down there let me make you something to warm you up," Ashton said to me as he placed me on the sofa and wrapped a thick blanket around me.

I arched my brow in astonishment. "You want to make me something? Can you even cook?"

He paused at the entrance to the kitchen and signalled me to watch and see and with a pant-shifting wide grin, went into the kitchen. I was awestruck.

Is this the same Ashton Mcgregor?

Oh, goddess if this is all a dream, please don't wake me from it. First, he brought me here, a special place to him. And before that, he has been acting adorably. What must have changed? Could it be truly because I tried to leave him?

Or because of his mother's presence as I initially suspected. But no, he denied that.

So, what?

He hates me!

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I didn't want to be immersed in this new side of him only for him to turn around and go back to his former ugly side. I might finally die from heartbreak.

"Did you hear what I said?" He drew my attention to the door of the kitchen where his head was stuck out from, still grinning. "What?"

"You want sugar or milk in your coffee?"

"Oh... milk."

He snapped his two fingers at me. "I got you!"

Like a surprised dog, my head tilted to the side.

Soon, I stood up from the sofa and then tightened the blanket around me to take a tour. I was bored, and since it appeared we would be spending a lot of time here until the rain abated, I had to get busy.

The cottage was not all that embellished. Just a few decorations here and there. In fact, it looked like a lot of things were removed as there were still marks on the walls and vacant spaces between furnishings. But why?

I didn't know why but I felt awkward.

I inched closer to the artwork laid sequentially on the wall at the far corner of the room. It was separated from the others. And when I reached in front of it, instantaneously I felt a stab of jealousy. Ashton was smiling broadly while holding a woman..

The same woman I saw her artwork earlier that Ashton had evaded my question.

Now more than ever, I wanted to know who she was and what right she had to make my mate so happy.

Wait, could this be... Emma?

"What are you doing there?"

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