Chapter 136 My Sexual Appetite
Chapter 139
Jax’s POV
“Take her?” I muttered to myself . Reacting to my inner voice. Or is it the voice of the gods this time?
At this time , heat had gathered like never before in between my legs. My manhood had stood up facing the roof.
Won't I be rejected? Won't it count as rape? Especially how I had treated her like she meant nothing since she got into this house.
How I had always questioned who she really was and how she had to leave this palace to go back to that hell hole she crawled out from.
Was this move born out of not having sex for a while, since Rosa and I had not been compatible?
Or probably born out of what I saw last night? On my way home from the ale-house. How that healer from the crimson pack had held lyra like the most precious thing to him? And lyra too had reciprocated the feelings back.
It wouldn't take a blind to know that something had been going on between them for a while. When it started, I don't think they had known each other before lyra stepped into this place to function as a maid.
All these were not my concern. My concern is that lyra is in the room and everything about her has captivated my soul.
Whatever the world says, let them say it. Its their mouth. At this point I care less.
A king has rightful access to everything around him. Even down to that good looking omega around serving him drinks and taking care of his bedroom.
I couldn't finish the thought in my brain. I was like a feral animal , salivating sex like it was the most precious thing to me and not towards anyone but that omega right there in my room.
I sprang up to the front door linking into the living room. I shut it up. Turned the lock. Click.
Guards securing the door must have sensed something was about to take place. I hardly lock the main door to the quarters except on different special occasions when I want privacy.
This time, no distractions. No disturbance from anyone.
I tiptoed approaching the bedroom. My hand clasped around the door handle.
Clink. The door opened. Like it was made for this moment. No noise. Nothing. I didn't close it so as not give the awareness that I was in the room
I stepped into the room.
Then I saw her. She bent low under the bed. She was busy using her mop to scrape dirt under the bed.
Her position poked into my eyes. like she had been waiting for me all day just to take her from behind.
Lyra's robust and well rounded buttocks were raised into the air, right into my face like a ripe apple begging to be plucked.
Oh! Goddess of ages past!” I muttered slightly.
My eyeballs almost popped out of its socket staring into the gift from the moon goddess in front of me. I doubt if she knew I was in the room, right behind her.
Or she knew and was just playing along?
Or perhaps, she was playing the script Rosa was asking her to play since I sent her out last night not to dare come closer to me for sex.
The last question didn't even bother me.
My fully erected manhood. It was acting in an Uncultured manner. No hold bar. Like it had been waiting for this day all her life. I buried it into her soft, plumpy buttocks.
Lyra flinched and turned.
Your honor…”
She stepped back a bit, her eyes directed to the rod of the gods in between my legs pointing up prepping up to shoot.
Sh…” I reached for her plumpy lips. Placed my finger over it. A sign of quietness. Control and dominance.
I saw you last night with that healer… from crimson park ...”
Lyra's breath hitched.
“…I can't lie to you. I hated how you smiled for someone else.”
Is it truly my smile you hate or someone else saw me as a she-wolf when you refused?”
Her declaration struck me like a chord.
Damn! Has she been waiting for this moment all along too? Just internally begging to be treated like something more than a worthless omega?
“You smiled at him,” I growled softly, like you belong somewhere else. I won't lie, seeing that broke something ugly open in me. Not because you are an omega. But you are never meant to look at someone else,”
“Is this your way to get access to the omega around you or when you are sexually appetizing.”
Like she was wasting my time. I have been trying to be civil and gentle enough.
I bent her over the edge of the bed. Raised her skirt up to her knee.
My finger traced the heat gathering up on her inner tie to the pants.
She jerked.
“I guessed you love this just pretending,
Then I shifted her pants to the side. I flicked my finger on her clit and dipped my middle finger into her mound. She moaned. Throwing her head back and grabbing the edge of the chair.
I turned to Lyra, I reached for the zip of her skirt.
Zzz…
The skirt fell to the ground. I guided her legs out of it.
I stood up to her kissing her nape down to the mid-section of her back.
She didn't say anything. Her body quivered to how I wanted her to feel.
I stood from my knees again, reached for her bra, uncuffed it and seductively grabbed it from behind. My fingers again reached for her nipples, I subtly squeezed in between my palms.
Hours passed and Lyra and I had exhausted all the energy in the house. Like two long lovers who had been longing for each other's embrace.
I crashed into the bed and slept off. I woke up like an infant. I checked the time the evening had set. Lyra had crawled out of the bed as usual. I didn't expect her to stay with me.
I had imagined the kind of sex I had just experienced, one of the best in my life.
Since then, I had promised myself that I would never let lyra off my grip again.