Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
His eyes were intent, compelling, heated, and her tummy flipped wildly as his attention remained one hundred percent absorbed on her face. He pumped his finger in and out of her in long strokes, and her breath caught in her throat. He twirled his finger inside her tight channel and pushed against her clit with the palm of his hand. He saw her suck in a breath and then tighten her arms around his neck. He felt her reaction like an arrow of need straight to his groin, his head lowered and their kiss exploded.
She began licking and sucking at his tongue in mindless desperation. He added another thick finger inside her, taking her in a fast, hard and deep rhythm. He was determined to make her enjoy every moment of this and prepare her for meeting each and every demands he’d make on her tonight.
Soft, breathy moans left her mouth and he caught it all with his mouth. Then he ended the kiss and maneuvered himself down, underneath the covers, until his head came between her legs. Her eyes widened at his intent as he seated himself in between her body. She could barely see the outline of his upper body above the swell of her belly.
“Uhmm… Lucien?” Her legs trembled.
Gripping her knees in his hands, he separated her legs and kissed along her inner thighs until he came to her moist femininity. A growl escaped him as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
She stiffened, bared in the most vulnerable way a woman would ever be. He’d only done this once to her-that day he found out about her pregnancy.
“Just relax, dearling,” he murmured.
The rare endearment did it for her. Her muscles went liquid, her head laid back on the bed. She squeezed her eyes closed and swallowed. He slid his fingers into her delicate folds and separated her, looking at the very heart of her. So pink and wet, it glistened with her arousal for him.
“So beautiful.” By God’s bones, he adores every single part of her. She is perfect, and she’s his. For tonight.
Pushing the ugly realistic thought away, he swiped her with his tongue, from bottom to top and then repeated the action. Her taste hit him in an addictive rush.
She mewled and shuddered.
Gripping her hips in his hands, he looked up and found her eyes hot on him. “You like that?”
“Y-yes,” Danika panted.
He did it again. He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips where he held her, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him. Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn’t deny, and he knew now that his craving for her would never go away. Damnation.
Wanting more, the king trailed his fingers up to the silk of a nipple and tugged at it, running it between his fingers and thumb until it turned into such a turgid little peak that it almost drove him crazy.
She made the mewling noise in the back of her throat again and lifted her hips, begging him for more. He complied, trailing his hand back down, and with his teeth tugging at her feminine nub, he slid his middle finger up and inside of her until it couldn’t go any deeper.
“Oooh…heavens!” She gasped for breath, wound up so tight she drew like a bow from the insides.
Concentrating on the soft noises she was making, he licked her feminine nub, tugged at it with his teeth, licked it again. Over and over, while he manipulated his finger inside against her tricky spot. She was close, he could tell, and as a new wave of lust hit him full force, she let out a soft wail and began to come. Her fingers clenched in his hair and tightened, her body stiffening under his hands. She cried out and he knew she was falling over the edge.
Sharp, fierce satisfaction blended with the ravenous need running down his spine, his muscles corded while he let her ride out her release even as the sudden awareness came to him that he needed to be inside her or he would do something really shameful like releasing without physical stimulation.
Yet, he slowly parted her out of her mindless bliss. After a moment, she quieted, and with little to no control left, he released her, rose on his knees and came over her, spreading her legs farther apart as he pushed between them.
On second thought, he grabbed the two pillows on the bed and supported her back before coming down on top of her again. This position was much better, she smiled at him in gratitude.
“Good?” His voice hoarse with unfulfilled desire.
“Great,” she laid pliantly, gazing up at him with eyes that hid nothing.
Anticipation gripped him by the throat and his abs laced into steel bands as his erection jutted between them. Needing something he’d never felt before, he lifted her arms over herhead, encircling them with one hand, and held them pinned to the mattress. Fire grabbed his guts, smoldering down his spine, and a primal need utterly beyond the king’s control demanded that he claim her this very instant. He did.
In one swift motion, he buried himself inside her. Danika moaned, her body still humming from the aftermaths of her release. He rose above her, holding most of his weight away from her, he lifted and thrust back. He fell into a pattern, taking her hard and fast. Her breath snagged, and her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes and found him staring into her face only inches away. His nostrils flared and a tic beat wildly in a face slashed with red.
Their eyes held and lost in an invisible connection that held no tomorrow. Just him and her. Together.
He plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew, all the while, lost in the ocean that is her brownish-gray eyes. Her liquid heat surrounded him, drawing him in like a sorcerer’s spell until he felt the familiar tingling begin from his balls.
Then she closed her eyes and whispered, “I love you.”
He came undone. There was no other word for it. His groan split the air and his thrusts lost patterns. His grip on her arm tightened, and she felt the hot jets of his release deep inside her.
In the last minute, he rolled over to the side, taking her with him. Sleep was finally beating at her, it caused a smile to graze her face.
“I’ve been having such a hard time sleeping tonight. I should have known that it’ll take being in your arms for me to be able to sleep tonight,” she whispered sleepily.
“The words you say…” he said.
“They are the truth.” As she fell asleep, her mouth let out again. “I love you so much.”
Two more times in the night, she woke to his demands, and she met them. Readily, she gave herself to him each and every time.
The last time was at dawn, he was spooning her from behind, she rose to the feel of his hand lifting her thigh. She moaned when he entered her and together they rode for their satisfaction. Hands tangled together, mouths fused together, they rode the crest until they went over the edge together. Their cries mingled together and their breaths became one.
“I love you,” Danika whispered again at the dawn of the day. Saying it once made it easier for her to say it over and over again. As she fell back to sleep, she realized that she loved saying those words. It didn’t matter if he never said them back, when she could *feel* how much he cares from his touch.
They still have tomorrow. There is always tomorrow,she thought as she fell asleep.
Long, long after she slept, a deep groan was heard. Spoken so low in the dawn it was almost unheard.
“I love you too.”
The words were accompanied by the ruffle of clothes, then the almost soundless thuds of footsteps walking out of the room…
Danika woke up by mid-morning to the persistent pull in her bladder. She rose reluctantly and walked to the bathroom. When she came back to her bedroom, she laid back on the bed. She looked around the empty room, her eyes glassed over with memories of the night before.
At the emptiness of the room, she’d almost-for a second-thought she imagined it. But the pleasant ache of her body dismissed the thought as quickly as it began. A smile touched her lips. A blush made its way to her cheeks. Last night was most beautiful!
A knock came at the door. Baski’s head stuck in, and she was wearing a beautiful smile on her face. “You’re awake, thank goodness. I have checked on you countless times!”
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Nooo…” Danika buried her face on the bed and said out, “You can’t be the first person I see this morning. I don’t want to eat chicken broth! Not as a first meal in the morning!”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?