Chapter 25 I can't help myself
Alpha King deacon:
"Get off me," I commanded. My voice was like a stone hitting the bottom of a well, echoing against the cold marble tiles of the bathroom.
Phina pulled her hands away immediately. A small, knowing smirk played on her lips. She had been the one running my baths and tending to my needs for years now. Nothing had ever happened between us. It wasn't because she hadn't tried when we were younger, but because I refused to mate with someone unless there was a true string connecting us. Phina was simply the only person in this palace I trusted with my life.
The last woman the Elders sent to "assist" me had tried to drug my bathwater with sleeping incense just so she could climb into my bed while I was out. Phina never played those pathetic games.
There was one other thing I knew for sure: Lady Phina didn't do men. I knew she was interested in my mate—I could smell the curiosity on her—but I wasn't about to let that happen.
"What? You acted like you didn't even care when the mute girl was standing right there," Phina said. She stepped out of the water, not bothered by her nakedness. "Why the sudden change in mood?"
"She is no mute. She speaks, and she is your Luna," I snapped. My jaw was so tight it ached.
"When you rescued me from the mountains, I told you I didn't want to belong to anyone," Phina countered. She grabbed a towel and dried her petite body with a shrug. "I wanted to be on my own. So don't talk to me about 'my Luna.' To me, you are just a King, not an Alpha I have to follow."
"Fine. You win. You always win," I growled, pointing a finger toward the door. "Now get out of my chambers."
Phina had been a lone wolf since the day I met her. She hated groups and hated the idea of getting attached to people. Twenty years ago, when I was tearing through the hospital of the people who killed my Victoria, I found her. She was just a girl then, screaming at a doctor for killing her mother with the wrong medicine. She was so young, yet so brave and loud. They had kicked her out onto the street with nothing, so I took her in.
She made me promise never to force her into pack life. She spent years waiting for an older brother—a human—who never showed up. When she finally realized he was gone, she accepted her life here, but she never let anyone in. She spent her days pleasuring herself and her nights with other women, terrified that if she loved a man, he would leave her just like everyone else. She was a troublemaker, feared by many, and respected by all. I looked at her almost like a daughter, though I would never say that out loud.
"I am taking this meat with me," she said, grabbing a tray of food from the side table as she walked out.
"Suit yourself," I muttered.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and leaned against the edge of the stone basin. My mind was a mess of thoughts. What was I supposed to tell Aurora? Where would I even start? I couldn't forget the look in her eyes when she walked in—that raw, deep heartbreak. And then the fear when she ran away.
I felt a strange tightening in my chest. Was I actually starting to have feelings for this woman?
No, I told myself, staring at my reflection in the dark water. I’m just horny. I want her because I haven't fully had her yet. Once I fuck her until I cum, I’ll stop feeling this strange pull.
I threw on a silk robe and headed toward her wing of the palace. It was already Day 6, 3:00 AM. We hadn't been together since I rescued her from the forest, and I only had five days left before the ceremony. I needed to enjoy her every day so I wouldn't regret losing that body when she eventually left.
I reached her room. As a King, I shouldn't have to apologize for anything, but I knew I had messed up. I didn't want to order her to come to my room; I wanted to find her in hers.
I knocked. There was no answer. I pushed the door open, but the room looked empty. Her hair had been wet when she left the bath, so I figured she had to be nearby. Then, I saw something on the floor—a small, lace G-string.
I picked it up. The scent of her—that sweet, intoxicating wetness—hit me like a physical punch to the gut. I didn't care about looking for her anymore. I sat down in the large chair by the window, clutching the silk of her panties in my hand. I breathed her in, and the control I had spent forty years building up simply snapped.
I stripped off my silk garment, letting it fall to the rug. I leaned back in the chair, my breath hitching as I began to stroke my dick.
"Argh," I moaned, my eyes closing tight. Fuck, where is she? I couldn't stop myself. I kept stroking, the image of her curves burned into my mind, when she was about coming into me the night before, how her Pussy was so juicy and sweet, how her breasts were so soft, I wanted her, I want her more than anyone.
Just then, I heard a click. The closet door opened. Aurora walked out, wearing a nightgown so thin and transparent it was basically a second skin.
I didn't stop. I didn't care about the apology anymore. I didn't care that I was completely exposed to her. I just wanted her. I looked her straight in the eye, my hand moving faster as I watched her see me. I smelled the lace one more time before dropping the panties to the floor.
I gestured for her to come closer, my voice thick with a dark, heavy lust.
"You. Come to daddy. Come and suck my cock"