Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 442: No Trace Left

(Author’s POV)

"My Demon Queen~ .... where have you been?" Elisa heard a deep, seductive murmur beside her. The person tepidly respirated, his warm breath tickling the crook of her neck. He then laid a tender kiss.

Elisa felt goosebumps rising all over her body. Her body went stiff as a log as she clutched the doorknob. After a few seconds’ pause, she turned around and inquired, her voice as sweet and melting as sugar syrup, as she batted her lashes and faked a smile, "What are you doing here, Lord Aamon?"

"You never contacted me after coming here. I was missing you dearly~ .... my queen. So, I came on my own to surprise you. Did you like it?" Aamon placed his hands on her cheeks as his thumb traced the outline of her lips. His movement was delicate and soft, which made Elisa whimper a little.

Aamon smiled at her reaction, his eyes filled with affection. Because of continuous rejection from the Everests brothers, Elisa was craving such an enticing touch. She was a demon after all, and just like every other demon, her sexual desires were more than those of average beings. She wanted to have sex: raw and wild.

And Lord Aamon, the Marquis of Hell, was her favourite thing to play with. He knew exactly what made her feel ecstatic. He knew her deepest, darkest concupiscence quite well.

Elisa didn’t waste time. She leaned forward desperately and placed her lips on his. The gentle, caressing kiss lasted for an entire minute and a half. They parted ways for a brief moment, then Aamon once again partook of her lips, this time with more urgency. He ravished her lips, like they were some delirious fruits. He tangled his right hand’s fingers in her hair as his left hand snaked around to reach her back. He pulled her closer as they got lost in a passionate canoodling.

With Elisa still locked in his arms, he turned her around and started walking towards the newly made bed. Not for once did either of them break their kiss, changing angles and going at it like wild animals. They were so deep into it.

When they reached the edge of the bed, Aamon pushed Elisa onto the soft mattress. It was a gentle act, but when her hands landed on the soft, cushy surface, a moan, more like a hiss, escaped her now swollen lips. The scalded skin of her hands must have taken a hit. It was painful. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Aamon was so engrossed in his thirst, his lust. His eyes resembled a deep shade of crimson, the color of intense passion, that he couldn’t think of anything else. He has been waiting for this. He placed his right knee on the mattress and inclined his entire body towards Elisa, attempting to take her lips again.

But by this time, Elisa had snapped back to reality. She placed a hand on his chest and mumbled, "Aamon, not here."

"Why not?" he attempted to move closer to her again.

"There are too many ears here. The wolves and the vampires are all here. They will all hear us," she tried to convince him.

He answered her in a nonchalant tone, "So, what if they are? I want to have you, and I know you want me too. I don’t give a fuck about anything else apart from fucking you right here and now. Don’t say no to me, my queen. As for those measly beings, I don’t give a fuck."

Elisa looked in his eyes, making an innocent face, but inwardly she was cursing at him, ’Idiot, moron. Can’t he read between the lines? Does he want to ruin my carefully laid plan? I have gained the Lycans’ sympathy after so much hassle, and he wants me to risk outing myself with this stupid lustful act. Not a damning chance.’

She reached for his face and said, her voice coaxing, mellifluous, "I know how you feel, Lord Aamon. I feel the same way as you do. I am craving to have you inside the depths of me~ .... But~ .... I cannot do this. Not right now."

The next second, she took out her gloves and showed her hands to him, "Because of this~ ...."

Whatever intense hunger and ardour Aamon was having disappeared, replaced by a burning rage as he asked, "Who did this to you? Who the fuck dared to do this to the demon queen? My queen. I swear I will make that person burn in hellfire, for a hundred days and nights, over and over again, until their body has turned into nothing but specs of dust and ashes."

Seeing him in such fury, Elisa was quite pleased. His devotion towards her was still intact.

After not getting any reply, Aamon pressed her shoulders and asked, his voice full of suspicion, "Tell me, who did this to you? Was it those filthy dogs or those half dead bloodsuckers? Who was it, tell me, Elisa? Just give me the name, and I will finish them at once."

Elisa immediately told him the truth, "Neither of them did this to me. It happened when I went in search of the Compendium of Enigma."

"Huhh?" Aamon was a bit taken aback by her answer. He then posed another question, "But you had my powers with you? So, how did this sort of thing happen? Are you trying to lie to me and save those dirty bastards?

"Ummm~ ... No. It isn’t like that," she muttered and then went on to explain to him where she went and what she encountered. She, very meticulously, omitted quite a bit of information and only told him what was necessary to make him stop.

And fortunately, for her, it worked. Aamon’s hold on her shoulders loosened. He looked at her red, rash hands with pity and pain. His eyes travelled to her feet.

Very carefully, he crouched down and took off her booted heels, one by one. The angry blisters were much ghastlier and unsightlier there. He picked up the rash, tendered foot and brushed his hands around it. Then, without any disgust, he pressed his lips to the wrinkled skin. The next moment, something unexpected happened. Her scalded skin started to get repaired, and in no time, it was back to normal. With no blemish, no redness, not even a single blister in sight.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .