A MAZE OF GREED

Ripon was finally free after a tiresome day. He was in his room, enjoying his vine when he heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he called, "Who is it?"

He was in no mood of meeting anyone. He had already shaken hundreds of hands today. His cheeks hurt putting up the fake smile. He could leave for his room only after the royals left.

-"You have a great responsility on your shoulders Mr Ripon. After Mr Addington's death I fear the situation might escalate out of control. We need peace. Humans need to live!"- The king had said.

Ripon closed his eyes, recalling the night of Addington's death. Those animalistic eyes still haunted him.

A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the moment he shook hands with Lord Augustus when he congratulated him.

He was broken from his train of thoughts when another knock fell on the door. With an annoyed sigh, he walked to the door and opened it.

His body went still when he saw Edwin at the door.

"Edwin O'Dell?"

"LORD Edwin O'Dell!" Edwin corrected him instantly.

Ripon nodded in apology. "Please come in." He stepped aside to make a room for Edwin's huge form walk in the room.

Ripon glanced around in the corridor to see if someone was there.

"Close the door. There is no one." He heard Edwin say.

Ripon closed the door and walked back inside to find Edwin facing out of the window.

"Lord Edwin, would you like something to drink?" Ripon asked out of courtesy.

"You have arranged it during the lunch itself."

Ripon always hated how Edwin put people in uncomfortable positions with only his words.

"May I know why..."

"Yes you may know why I am here in your room."

This cocky wolf! Ripon cursed mentally.

"Do you need anything Lord Edwin?" Ripon asked.

Edwin nodded his head then turned around to face him. "I want to know which side you stand."

The colour from Ripon's face drained hearing that. He had met many people these days who offered him many things to side with them. And here is this man asking the same question bluntly, and as far as Ripon knew him, he would not give him a single dime in return.

"What if I chose the opposite side?" Ripon knew he was playing with fire, yet he enjoyed the attention and importance he received, because of his new position in the Council.

"Then you can save me efforts, and I can kill you right now and here." Edwin said nonchalantly.

For some reason, Ripon always found Edwin more intimidating than any other person he knew. It was not only because he was a werewolf leader. But something about the way he spoke and looked in one's eyes scared Ripon.

"I assure you that you do not need to worry. I am choosing the peace." Ripon answered yet did not answer the asked question particularly.

He thought he was done with Edwin but, his relief did not lie long.

"Who killed Barret Addington?"

Ripon's body went as stiff as rock. Edwin did not miss the unexplainable fear that flashed in his eyes.

He knew it!

"I.. I do not know." Ripon dismissed.

He turned around to seek refuge in the bathroom, but Edwin was right in his way, blocking it.

"I do not like to repeat myself Mr Ripon." Edwin warned.

Ripon was now nervous. Edwin heard his heart racing. He wondered who it was that Ripon was so afraid?

-"You very well know at whose feet your loyalty should rest!"-

Those words had made it clear for Ripon. He had no choice in choosing sides. He had only one option- Lord Augustus.

But how was he supposed to tell this to the beast in front of him?

"Please Lord Edwin, I do not know!" Ripon cried.

Edwin observed him a moment longer. What was that this man was hiding so desperately? Edwin was curious.

"Are they Garfields?" Edwin asked.

Ripon paused, then shook his head in negation.

Edwin could sense that he was not lying. Then who could be it? Edwin realised there was no point in pressurising the man. He was not going to tell anyway.

"I hope we share healthy relations and business in the future Mr Ripon!" Edwin said and began leaving.

He was near the door, his hand was on the door handle when he heard Ripon say.

"Lord Edwin! Sometimes while building a house, we fail to notice the weak foundation. The termites always eat the wood from inside."

Edwin clenched his jaw but did not turn his head. Opening the door, he left as if nothing had happened.

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Theodora was silent for long. Her body was covered partially by the silk bedsheet. Her long nut brown waves sprawled on the pillow under her head as she stared at the ceiling.

She got this private moment with Douglas after many days. She should be happy about it, yet she was thinking about that hazel-eyed poor girl Ruth.

Douglas walked out of the bathroom. Only his waist was covered. He walked to the table on which he had left the gift that Theodora gave him as an apology for staying away from him for that long.

Opening the cap of the glass bottle, Douglas inhaled its smell.

"Hmmmm", He hummed in pleasure as he liked that fragrance very much.

Theodora indeed had an exceptional taste and, she was his taste!

Spraying a couple of sprays on his neck, he closed the lid of the bottle. Keeping it on the table again, he walked towards the bed.

"Thank you for such a lovely gift Theodora!" He said, running his hand in her hair. He leaned down and pecked her forehead.

When she did not reply, he frowned. "What are you thinking?"

"I am thinking about how to remove a leech." She said.

As far as he knew her, he was sure that this leech was more human. But he did not care about any of that. He felt his erection when his eyes caught the sight of her moving chest that was barely covered by the bedsheet.

To distract her mind from that topic, he got an idea. He leaned to his other side and took an ice cube from the ice bucket.

"Theodora how many times I have told you that you should not think about anything else but me when we are together?!"

Douglas whispered while removing the bedsheet from her body. Theodora gasped loudly when she felt the sudden sheer coldness on her belly. She craned her neck to see an ice cube on he belly and, that cube was in Douglas's mouth.

Her head fell back on the pillow when Douglas moved upwards slowly and teasingly. Theodora's hands instinctively grabbed the sheets in fists when the friction created magic on her skin.

Her lips parted when the ice cube hit her left protruding bud. It was as sharp as a knife already. Douglas mercilessly forced the IceCube upwards on the bud. That pleasant pain made Theodora curl her toes.

But Douglas was not done with his trick. He started rubbing the ice cube on her swollen bud that made Theodora whimper in pain.

"Oh Douglas!" She breathed his name and, he liked it!

The wetness of the melting ice glistened her skin like a diamond. Douglas moved his head up, leaving her breast and kissed her on the lips. She whimpered again at the coldness. Douglas opened his mouth and pushed the ice cube in her mouth.

Their tongues played with the small piece like two kids played with the ball. The warmth of their mouths melted the remaining ice in seconds, leaving nothing between their bare tongues.

Douglas pushed himself on her while not leaving her mouth even for a second. Their tongues fought, explored every corner of each other's mouths, tasting them.

Douglas's hand moved further down on the side of her body, leaving a trail of burning behind. Theodora pushed her head more in the pillow when he touched her womanhood.

Not giving her a chance to breathe, Douglas's fingers started caressing her. He separated her two vertical lips, to touch the most delicate part of her body.

"Ooohh..."

Theodora kept making the noises only Douglas brought out from her. She felt all the blood rushing to her womanhood as Douglas started rubbing her clit in an up and down motion.

He was harsh and merciless. Theodora kept screaming but, her screams fell on his deaf ears. He busied his mouth licking and sucking her right breast. He intentionally left her mouth because he liked the feel of Theodora O'Dell screaming his name instead of her husband like crazy.

It made him feel better than Augustus. That old werewolf could not satisfy the hunger of his comparatively young wife.

Douglas could feel her juices covering his fingers. They made his movements easy. He could feel her swollen vagina. But the game had just begun.

He moved a little down with his fingers and found her tight hole. He did not warn her before inserting his first finger inside her.

Theodora's eyes popped out of their sockets as they stung with tears of pure ecstasy. Her muscular walls constricted instinctively around his thick finger.

"You are so tight Theodora!" Douglas grumbled, sending vibrations on her skin.

He pulled out his finger only to thurst it again more forcefully and deeper. She screamed as it was too much for her to take. Her hand left the sheets and went into his hair. She tugged them hard every time he moved his finger in and out of her.

She mewled in pain like a dying fish when he replaced his finger with two. He increased his pace and, with every movement of his, Theodora's body shook violently. She began thrashing and moving her head side to side in the hope to find the climax.

She knew only the man who was devouring every inch of her body was able to give her what she wanted.

"Douglas, insert it in me!" She begged.

But he kept playing with her now swollen, red clit. His fingers were rough against her delicate insides. She felt pain as he kept stretching the perimeter of her walls.

And when she was on the verge of madness, he had his shaft inside her!