Philip! A louder moan escaped her.
Phil closed his eyes, surrendering to pleasure.
That girl... Ah! Her movements were quick and strong and deep. He was going to exhaust himself inside her to exhaustion. He needed to have her completely. Feel that mouth. He walked away showing off his virility. He was going to do more than that.
He was almost coming. He returned to spread his lover's legs, stealing everything he craved, exploring and savouring her taste.
The woman knew exactly how to please him. It was heaven how the girl responded to her outbursts. She was also sliding his manhood into that cheeky moaning mouth, keeping the penetration rhythmic while his tongue began torture tasting the girl. It was all at once. He felt her teeth on his skin holding back the spasms. Mayra knew how to drive a man to madness by provoking him with her bold mouth.
-Philip! - Mayra shouted.
-That! So! Show me. Put me inside you. That mouth…" He sighed, feeling caught, moving his hips. It was paradise. His hands brought what she wanted most at the moment. He was going to taste that girl until she was utterly swooning with pleasure.
Mayra understood that he was lost in his body tormented by demons and followed him.
The night had barely begun. She was also moaning and writhing under him. God! He was immense. His taste. She let herself be lost to her pleasure.
As soon as she had a chance to find out who the happy peasant was, she would get rid of her. She would take care of the matter herself. She is in no way intended to divide her lover's attention. She would be the future mistress of a beautiful and powerful castle. It was enough to have a wolf's seed in her womb. Would resort to magic if necessary.
-Don't worry, I'll take care of the girl my way. She won't stay by his side. I managed to get her away from the Armada through the Council. She will have no choice but to become my slave after she has rejected me.
It was already dark.
Sitting comfortably, Philip Morgan gazed absently around the large ornate hall, sipping the excellent wine offered by Monsieur.
Garro might be a despicable man and an incredible mercenary, but he certainly had good taste. The tavern he owned was perhaps the best in the area. The place exuded comfort and luxury with fine furniture, tapestries, and rugs. The selective clientele showed a more attractive purchasing power audience than most of the men who drank on the first floor at the tables and counters.
He once again wondered why he should comply with Madame Lili's request. The Corsair Armada, despite the complaints of some corsairs, could not interfere in Monsieur Garro's affairs. Undoubtedly, the voluminous contributions were enough to guarantee safe conduct. Perhaps the White Order showed another attitude.
The place was still home to smugglers as the tavern keeper traded and prospered with lucrative gains from exotic spices. Garro was after all a man who loved luxury and wealth. The hall reeked of incense and exuberant young women served the guests.
The captain sighed, imagining another promising night lost. He had hoped to occupy his time now, which was available with the attentions of the beautiful courtesan who had already become his exclusive lover. Even more dissatisfied, he reflected on women in general. Or maybe specifically about one.
She was just no better than the girls who worked there, offering their bodies for money. That was one of the reasons why Morgan kept Mayra as a lover. She knew she couldn't expect anything but nights of pleasure.
He needs to be able to find a way to get close to Cassie.
Maybe, just maybe his rash decision to get her away from Rick had gotten her into trouble. She knew her brother was looking for the girl as well as Faith. He good-naturedly imagines Rick's reaction knowing that he had ruined the girl's life by turning her into a mere servant. Revenge was sweet and even better the money she hoped to make from betrayal.
Pack leadership... Every wolf's dream.
Philip had lied, betrayed, bribed and done everything for that one chance and waiting for the right moment. It now remained to create complications for Rick in the Armada and successfully ensure his final expulsion. As soon as he was done with his rival... Philip smiled. Rick wouldn't even have a place to get work if he didn't leave Scarlet and maybe even Garrone.
He looked at the girl from afar and avoided the foreman's watchful gaze on him.
Curse!
Need to think quickly of a way to create more confusion. Maybe if Rick knew where the girl worked… That would be reason enough for the honourable alpha and captain of Gaia to rage after being abandoned. sucker. He didn't even suspect the scams and lies that had been told about him. No wonder Gaia docked and Cassie avoided any approach.
-She believed that... Heavens, silly girl.- Mayra sipped her liqueur with a smile.
Phil smiled.
-With all the details, my dear. You needed to see her eyes when she said that Rick went around bragging about taking the fool to bed and having fun until he was tired. I don't think she liked the details very much. After the erotic show of having them for fun, of course, she was going to provide enough gunpowder to shake the whole thing up.
- Well, I did my part too. I helped a lot. - Mayra looked at him indignantly. - it was very clear that the girl did not return to Armada and leave everything forgotten. You were a master with your frames. Leave the unfortunate without any money...
- An excellent duo. Both profit beyond sex. You have a chance to catch a good catch and I have a chance to strike it rich.
-If the girl is pregnant...
Philip grunted in bewilderment. He wasn't going to be much of a problem.
-Nothing that hardship or a good beating or an accident won't end a damn bastard's life.