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The door to Amarien's chamber had barely clicked shut before the quiet returned.
Theron remained where she left him, standing in the centre of the candlelit room, the faint scent of blue-lily oil and cold night air still lingering in her wake. His fingers flexed once at his side, as if remembering the shape of her waist, the tension in her shoulders, the way she endured his kiss like a winter statue.
A humourless smile tugged at his lips.
"Unyielding little dove," he muttered.
He moved back to his chair, but did not sit. Restlessness prowled beneath his skin. Outside, the wind howled along the stone towers of the southern palace, carrying with it the distant cries of night beasts and the rumble of a coming storm.
He welcomed storms. They were honest.
Unlike hearts.
Theron had never lacked for women. They came like moths to flame, drawn to his power, his danger, his crown. Some desired his protection. Others his bed. Many wanted the prestige of standing beside the Wolf King of the South.
None had ever denied him.
None had ever looked at him the way Amarien did.
She looked at him like a man she felt nothing for.
Absolutely nothing.
Not with fear. Not with awe. Not even with hatred.
That, more than rejection, irritated him.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He had seen the way she still drifted elsewhere in her mind. To memories. To ghosts. To a certain golden-eyed emperor who haunted her even in her absence.
Daevir.
The name was a bitter taste.
Theron let out a slow breath through his nose.
He could have forced her compliance. Many kings would. Many Alphas did. But what thrill was there to bend a broken thing?
No.
He wanted the thrill of chasing her.
He wanted the moment her pride cracked, and she chose him, whether out of vengeance, desire, or desperation. It mattered little which door she walked through as long as it led to him.
"I will drag your heart out of the grave you buried it in," he murmured to the empty room. "I don't care what it costs me."
A knock sounded at the chamber doors.
Theron's gaze sharpened, and he moved carefully to the door.
"Enter," he called.
The doors creaked open, and a cloaked figure stood at the threshold. Wind rushed in behind her, carrying the smell of rain and distant thunder. Lightning flashed, illuminating the silhouette in stark silver.
A woman.
Theron gestured lazily. "Well? You've come this far. Don't court pneumonia at my doorstep."
She stepped inside. The doors shut behind her with a heavy thud.
Water dripped from the hem of her dark cloak onto the stone floor. Slowly, she lifted her hands and pulled back the hood.
Red hair spill free like a streak of fire.
Theron's brow arched.
"Well," he said dryly. "If it isn't the West's most ambitious rose."
Catherine.
Her lips curved in a poised, courtly smile, though her eyes were sharp with calculation.
Theron's gaze dragged slowly over her from head to toe, unhurried, unapologetic.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Well," he drawled, voice low and roughened by amusement, "I was beginning to think you'd never come."
Catherine lifted her chin slightly, rainwater still glistening along the strands of her red hair. She did not look offended by his scrutiny; if anything, she seemed to bloom under it. Her eyes studied him right back with equal boldness.
"You sound disappointed," she replied.
Theron gave a soft huff. "On the contrary. I enjoy delayed gratification. It makes arrivals more… memorable."
Without hesitation, Catherine threw her arms over Theron, her lips dug into his in a desperate, lust-drunk fashion that Theron had to hold her back for a moment.
Her hands found their way to his face. One traced the firmness of his jaw, igniting a trail of ticklish sparks wherever she touched. The other hand combed through his long hair, drawing him closer to her.
Her tongue danced against his in a rhythm pull, tasting, savouring, claiming. She tightened her hands to the back of his neck, tightening her hold on him, pulling him closer and deepening her kiss. The kiss continued, growing more intense with each passing second. Their breaths were ragged, as the heat built up around them, slowly consuming them in its lusty flare.
Catherine pulled down her robe, and her disarmingly bouncy and shapely mounds of flesh dropped and giggled freely as she engaged Theron's lips. She went on as she ran her hands through her nipples, pinching and tugging at her boobs so they wiggle and bounce as she gave out soft moans as Theron kissed down her neck.
He draws her closer to himself, his hands encircling her waist. As his lips meet hers, she is overcome with lust. He sucks on my lower lip slightly as his hand captures her face in his gigantic palm. His other hand lingers between my breasts while he gives her a gentle squeeze, moving up and down her body.
With a grin, he hooks his fingers into the sides of her underwear and slips them down my legs. Her cheeks start to flush, and she can't stop the wetness from spewing over her clasped legs.
He bent over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and fastened my lips onto her tiny pink nipples, sucking hard and biting softing, making Catherine's eyes roll to the back of her head. “Nwuuuhhh!” She moaned. Her hands travelled between his legs, feeling that giant hardness.
No woman can resist such giant hardness.
Theron held her waist high and slowly lowered her to the table, where she spread her legs for him. She grabbed that giant thick log between his legs and brought it closer to the damp softness spread out for him, and stroking it again, making it make a squelching sound that reverberated through the room just as much as their squelching sounds.
Theron pressed deeper into the softness, hitting a spot that made Catherine bite his neck softly, giving a "Nguh!" sound.
He grunted a few times as he lay into her, slurping at her reddening nipples, alternating from one to the other.
He started drilling away inside her, till he began to feel her softness convulsing, growing warmer and wetter. He dug his head into her nipple, savouring the scent of her softness, not willing to let go of it as his teeth dug into it.
Catherine whelped!
She wrapped her legs around him to lock him inside of her. She didn't want to let go; she wanted this moment to go on forever.
A jerk escaped from Theron into Catherine, filling her up. Theron pulled away from her like his mission was done, leaving her breathless, wanting more.
He caught that lustful look in her eyes and smirked. "Let's go one more time."