Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Long minutes passed before she could move her body away from his, and she lay on the bed. Lying beside him, she felt his semen on her thigh. She felt him surrounding her.
Waves of dizziness slammed into her. No matter how she tried to keep her eyes open, she could not.
King Lucien watched sleep overtake her, her sweaty body going lax around him. With the sex over, the pain from his wound multiplied. But even the pain wasn’t keeping the sleep that clouded his mind at bay. He watched the even rise and fall of her chest. Her red puckered nipples he abused, but he couldn’t get enough. Even in sleep, she had one hand resting on his chest soothingly. He never saw the revulsion he expected to see when he decided not to use the blindfold.
Never, not even once during the time she pleasured him, did he see any disgust in her eyes. Instead, they blazed with heat, pleasure, and pain.
He stared at her soft, flawless hand on his scarred chest. Who exactly was this woman?
But he wasn’t any closer to knowing the answer to that question as he was since the first time he asked.
As he surrendered to sleep, he curled his arm around her body, pulling her closer to him. He burrowed his face to her hair and breathed her deeply into his system.
He allowed the peace and warmth of being this close to her surround him and wrap around him like a cloak.
And then he settled into a peaceful slumber.
Vetta stood behind the door, breathing rage and fire. She’d come to check on him and to find good reasons to punish Danika and send her away. Vetta wanted to know if she could seduce the king into using her fertility pills. Then she’d heard the king’s groans of pleasure… and Danika’s.
The lamp in the bedroom cast their shadows, and Vetta could see everything they did through the shadows.
She saw everything. She heard everything. Her blood boiled hotter than fire…
THE TURNING POINT
King Lucien woke up the next morning with mixed feelings. Peace from a good night’s rest, and pain from the wound in his chest. He was curled around Danika’s small body, his arms wrapped around her back, her breasts plastered to his chest.
The way his body hurt, he didn’t want to wake yet. Didn’t want to face the day. He didn’t want to think about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.
Alone, he had no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.
He pulled his body back to find the full softness of her breast and slid down to find her puckered nipple with his mouth. He placed his mouth on it and suckled her with gentle tugs.
Shutting down all the thoughts from his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn’t sure would come.
He didn’t have to wait long.
Danika stirred awake and regretted the move when shards of pain zinged through her body. Muscles she never knew she had before were hurting.
She opened her eyes and allowed them to settle on the wall opposite her. The events of the day before had her belly in knots,and then the memories of the night before had warmth running through her.
The king was holding her tight, she realised. She allowed the feeling to wash over her. She kept completely still and lowered her eyes to his face.
His eyes were closed in sleep, his mouth was holding her puckered nub loosely to his mouth.
She moved to pull away, but his mouth began moving, suckling on her while still sleeping like a baby who was nursing in sleep at his mother’s breast.
She sighed and relaxed herself into his embrace.
Danika caught a glance of the man he was. The man he would have been if tragedy hadn’t befell him in the form of her father and turned him to the hardest and coldest man she’d ever seen.
She allowed herself to wonder who this king would have been if his father and mother hadn’t been murdered, his pregnant sister wasn’t killed right in front of him, if his people hadn’t been enslaved.
Baski had told her once that the king used to be a bright and happy person. He had always been a man of few words, but it never stopped him from being as cheerful as a royal could be.
Danika watched him openly. He was asleep again, his mouth loose on her. She could stare at him unrestrained. Her eyes caught on the shiny black curls of his hair. She raised her hand and ran it through the curls in a featherlike touch so he wouldn’t wake. She didn’t know how much time passed; how long she looked at him.
Gently, she pulled her breast away from his mouth until the cool air hit her wet nipple. She wanted to relieve her bladder, but she was reluctant to pull away from his arms-the arms he had tightly wrapped around her.
She lowered her head and kissed his forehead in a featherlike manner. When she pulled back, she gasped when she saw his blue eyes staring at her.
“M-Master!” she gasped, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red at being caught.
His eyes didn’t blink as he stared at her.
Suddenly, she felt too naked. The light in the room too much. This wasn’t the darkness of the night; it was the brightest of the day. Time for reality.
“Greetings, M-Master,” she whispered.
His eyes dropped to her neck and her breasts. He swallowed tightly and stared up to her face again. This time, the usual frown was back.
Slowly, he untangled his arms from her body and pulled back. He hissed when his wound protested the movements.
“So sorry, Master.” Danika got up, ignoring the way her body screamed against the movement. She gathered her clothes and put them on. He watched her silently, doing nothing. Saying nothing.
Dressed, she took the bowl of water from last night back to the bathroom, where she disposed of it and filled the bowl with new cold water. She took out another dry rag cloth and walked back to his bed.
“May I bathe your wound, Master?” she whispered, her throat dry like sandpaper.
“You may,” he groaned, his eyes closed.
“Thank you, Master.” She removed the bloody bandage and took her time bathing his chest and down to his belly.
His eyes remained closed, but that only made Danika more nervous because she knew he was attuned to what she was doing to him. As she bathed his chest, she could feel the stickiness of him on her inner thigh with each move.
Her cheeks turned hotter; her hand paused on his chest.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She whispered her apology and continued washing his wound.
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