Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The words, softly let out, were like a nuclear bomb to her ears, successfully cutting her off mid-sentence.
She looked at him with confused eyes. “Wh-what? What do you mean?”
Gedony Raskin took a deep breath then. “Our medicine men were able to save Yeaha’s life. Her survival was kept a secret so that King Cone would not target her again,” he confessed. “Yeaha died a year later from a heart attack. And yes, she forgave you after she was treated because she knew it was King Cone, and you were just a slave following commands…trying to survive.”
“Sh-she didn’t hate me?” Tears filled her eyes as she tried to process everything he was saying. She didn’t kill Yeaha Raskin. Yeaha Raskin did not die by her hands. “She f-forgave me?” The words were a whisper.
Gedony nodded firmly. “None of us held any grudge, so I think it’s time you let that guilt fall away. It’s time you forgive yourself for that too. It was one of the reasons I’ve been trying to get a private moment with you for the past two years. You didn’t kill my late wife, and she never hated you.”
Anarieveta began weeping then. Gedony Raskin pulled her into his arms and let her cry. She let it all out for so long, no one knew how much time had passed.
What seemed like forever later, she raised her head from his shoulders and apologized for wetting his clothes. He waved her off, got her some cloth, and walked her to a chair. Anarieveta wiped her tears and blew her nose before putting the cloth away. She was seated beside him on the big leather sofa covered with expensive fur.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Raskin. I needed this.” She felt lighter, relieved, and better, knowing she wasn’t Yeaha’s murderer.
He nodded again, his eyes scrutinizing her red face carefully.
“But you said you hated me,” she remembered sadly. “You never forgave me, did you?”
“Oh, I did. I hated you not because of that incident but because you became the king’s mistress,” he revealed with a lift of his shoulder.
“Oh.” Anarieveta had nothing to say to that, but it was more relieving knowing that Gedony forgave her for what happened.
“Yeah,” Gedony Raskin remembered all those years he hated her. She became the king’s property-so out of reach. And it wasn’t exactly a secret how much she loved King Lucien-he heard the scores over the years.
He was man enough to admit to himself that he was jealous all those years because he wanted Anarieveta to be his, just like she was once upon a time. But he always consoled himself with the truth: Anarieveta belonged to him first. She loved him first. He was her first in everything.
“It’s getting very late. The road will soon become dangerous. Shouldn’t you be going?” That kiss had opened her up. Her feelings were all over the place, and she needed some time alone in the lonely world that had become hers.
“Nope, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” he responded adamantly. Instead, he stretched out on the couch. “But I’m famished.”
“I’m sure Mrs. Oraine will make you something good to eat when you get home.”
“But I don’t want to eat her food, unfortunately, but yours.” A dreamy look crossed his strong features. “I miss your omelets. I want to eat them again.”
Anarieveta’s heart skipped. He still remembered the omelets she made him all those years ago?
“It has been ages since I made them. I’m sure I wouldn’t remember how to get around making it again after all these years.”
“You didn’t make them for any other person? You didn’t make them for…King Lucien?” Somehow, he needed to know-the answer mattered to him.
“No,” she shook her head. “You were the last. The first, too.”
Satisfaction coursed through him. “I know. I was the first indeed.”
Anarieveta had the feeling that he wasn’t only referring to omelets now, and her cheeks heated, which surprised her.
She never blushed. She hadn’t blushed since King Cone tortured the innocence out of her.
Who would have thought that Gedony could evoke such a reaction from her again after all these years?
Gedony grinned delightfully and in satisfaction when he saw her face change. Obviously, she got his pun. He was happy. He needed that answer because all the memories of eating her delicious omelets were ones he cherished a lot. It mattered that he was the only man she had ever made it for.
“I want to eat them again,” he requested.
“Okay, but I’m not promising perfection,” she agreed, defeated.
Several hours later, Anarieveta admitted to herself that she was happy again for the first time in a long time. Genuinely, womanly happy.
He was right there in the kitchen with her when she was making omelets, and he found every reason to make her laugh. At first, it was difficult-she didn’t really have a lot to smile about. But he was always making jokes. And when jokes weren’t working much, he told her stories about his children when they were younger. The stories were so funny, they made her smile. Smile so hard. Laugh. It didn’t take long before she was laughing out loud as he told her tales elaborately.
They ate together. Went out on a walk together. When they got back, they sat in the wooden chairs in the backyard, talking with each other.
It was beautiful. It made Anarieveta so happy.
Gedony hadn’t changed in the past twenty-four years. He grew in age, maturity, and accomplishments, but he was still the same funny, witty, carefree, caring, compassionate man he always was to the people he cared about. Did it mean he still cared for her?
By the time they walked back into the house, it was almost midnight. They were holding hands. None of them wanted to let go of the other’s hand, not even Anarieveta.
Then they were kissing. Fire licked underneath her skin as her arms wrapped around his neck while he ravished her mouth. This time around, it was not a soft, tender kiss but one filled with hunger and passion. He lifted her, and she pointed him through the short routes to her bedroom.
They undressed in quick motions in between kissing and touching each other. Oh yeah, Gedony Raskin did grow and mature better over the years, Anarieveta thought when her eyes caught his naked form completely. His perfect naked physicalform made her suddenly anxious and insecure about hers because she had scars in most places on her body.
After she’d made her school a success, she’d used a lot of money on herbs and treatments, which minimized and cleared some of the scars on her body. But some of them still remained.
However, Gedony wouldn’t have any of that. He undressed her completely while telling her verbally how beautiful she is. And she was indeed very beautiful to him. He saw scars, of course, but he also saw toned skin, voluptuous and so beautiful she took his breath away, just like she did twenty-four years ago. She was barely a woman the first time they were together, but now, she is all woman. And all beautiful. He told her so.
Anarieveta was able to let go of all the insecurities when she saw the sincerity and stark desire in his eyes. Their lips merged again. They laid down on the bed, he came up above her. Her knees clasped Gedony’s narrow waist, his hands on her, his mouth on her, demanding more. She whimpered deep in her throat.
“Hurry up,” she moaned, her entire being on fire.
But instead, he went slower. Kissing all over her body. Suckling her breasts. Touching her intimate parts that are all liquid with desire for him. He took his time giving her the one thing she had never got from any other man. Not from King Lucien, not from men when she was a ‘whore slave.’
Foreplay.
He took his time licking and touching all over her body with such expertise that left her crying with emotions and sobbing for more. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she begged him to come inside her.
“Please. Gedony, I want y-you inside me,” she pleaded, her body stretched with so much desire she’s literally burning.
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