Chapter 49 Another round
Chapter 49: Scarlett
I might have not lived for long with my father or even my brother, but I knew how male Lycan functioned. They hated being challenged.
—Much less by a woman, and I had just thrown the challenge at Asher.
I could feel the question burning in his head as he glared at me and— goddess— it felt good.
The smile on my face grew wider as I held Asher's burning gaze waiting for his response.
The tension in the room became as thick as six inches— which was enough to scare me. But I felt bubbles of excitement through me as I watched him, making sure to push my cleavage enough for him to realize this was a two-in-one attempt.
I was challenging him and I was also seducing him. Earlier he had said what happened between us was a mistake— Somehow, I wanted to prove that it wasn't.
What we did was the evidence of our bond and love. Neither of us could break from it. Neither of us would...
"Didn't you hear the king?" Angel's voice suddenly tore through the tension.
For the first time, my eyes broke contact with Asher as I slowly turned to find Angel screaming at the maids to pack the food as Asher had said.
I was going to stop her by getting back at him when Asher suddenly sat back into his seat with a loud thud.
"Let it be, Angel. We will have our breakfast here." He hissed, glaring at me.
My wolf flipped as I made a little happy dance in my head. We had him!
"Bon Appetit," I sang triumphantly as I dished my portion of waffles and some oat meal.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Angel's low face as she reluctantly returned to her seat. The poor thing was suddenly confused at my attitude— and she was going to remain that way until I had Asher completely in my little finger.
With a knowing smile, I returned my focus on my price— Asher. And as the goddess would have it, he was also staring at me.
Slowly, and as seductively as I could muster, I picked through my food and shoved it in my mouth. One by one.
"Hmmm, this tastes soo— good..." I moaned, making sure that his eyes could get a good view of my exposed chest.
At first, the room just fell silently but I didn't give up. I continued chewing and moaning, till he reacted.
His hand on his fork tightened as he peeled his attention off me. He moved it to Angel who was eating like she had been starving in the desert for weeks.
"Do you want me to eat more, my king?" She said and my brows almost touched my hairline in shock.
Was her terrible eating habit supposed to be a good thing— for him?
I waited for his reaction but before he could even reply, she shoved two large morsels of pancakes into her mouth, chewing openly at it before loudly swallowing.
"I could eat more— do you like it?" She mumbled taking another large portion of the food into her mouth.
At this point, Asher frowned.
"Take it easy, Angel. Don't choke on your food," he hissed as he took his eyes off her.
A small scoff escaped my mouth and I couldn't help shaking my head.
Interesting... I thought as I resumed eating. So, her terrible eating habit once fascinated him but now, he seemed to hate it because of me...
I smiled and continued caressing my food, taking my time to move the bits till I was sure his attention was on me. Then I began moaning on them again.
"Hmm, what is this?" I whispered as I savored the taste of the food, taking my time to lick my lips.
At a point, I actually became carried away by the taste of the food. It was good— making my little game incredibly easy.
"Hmm—"
"Scarlett!" Asher suddenly growled making me jump as our eyes clashed.
He had a dark glint moving in his eyes. At first I thought it was just pure rage but as I moved my tongue over my lips to lick off the syrup slowly dripping, the darkness shifted.
And I smirked. It wasn't anger. It was lust.
Pretending not to know what he was going on about, I shrugged, furrowing my brows innocently. "Huh? Did I do something wrong?"
His fists opened and closed on the table before he abruptly slapped his fork down and got to his feet.
"Come with me!" He growled, much to the excitement of the butterflies within me.
"Okay," I chirped with a knowing smile.
Without even sparing his little mistress a glance, I strutted behind him like the most innocent person in the realm.
Asher marched ahead of me into the adjoining kitchen. His eyes burned on me as I walked in. He followed my every movement like a predator... a sex deprived predator.
"My king, is there something—" the head maid tried to ask but his eyes broke off me to the woman with such force that she held back her tongue instantly.
"Leave! All of you!" He roared and the shocked maids hurried out of there like tiny little ants.
Once they were all out, it was just me and him. My heart started hammering hard as I pinned myself against the wall, watching him.
"W—why did you call me here?" I stuttered, teasing him.
His fists tightened as if my question was an insult to his soul. "What was that about?" He growled.
"What was what?"
"Don't play with me, Scarlett!" He growled, taking a step towards me. "You know exactly what you were doing... What I need to know is— why?"
My heart skipped. He was boiling with rage but somehow, this only made me more determined to continue with my crazy plan. And my body was loving it.
"Why... what?" I sang, slowly letting my teeth sink into my lips and then releasing them.
The dark lust returned into his eyes as in a blink of an eye, he closed the distance between us and his strong hands grabbed my neck.
"Scarlett... Stop..." He breathed, his voice husky and trembling with need.
Maybe I was going crazy but rather than pain, my hormones exploded with need at the position he had me.
"Stop... What?" I moaned, staring deeply into his eyes.
Time slowed as his eyes lowered to my lips and before either of us could make sense of it, he clashed his full lips over mine.
It was a hot demanding kiss that dangerously filled the spaces words could never complete. His hold on my neck slowly loosened as his hand dropped to the rest of my body.
"Hmmm... Asher..." I moaned, unable to control the sweetness that his violent kisses brought.
"Is this what you want?" He growled, his voice impossibly sexy, breaking every little barrier of fear left in my body.
I was trembling with need as his fingers pressed, teased and pulled at every part of me— except my aching nipples.
"Asher, please..." I begged, arching myself into him.
He moved his lips to my ears and began another round of sweet torture, kissing and sucking onto my sensitive spot as he whispered;
"Beg for it!" He hissed.
The sound of his voice alone, released the flood gates on my juices. My core throbbed, painfully contracting with need as my claws held tightly unto him for support.
"You want it too—" I breathed, daring him. "Why should I be the one to beg?"
He let out a deep growl of frustration and before I could recover from the shiver that alone caused, his fingers went through my dress, pressing over my swollen and needy cunt.
"Asher!" I cried as two of his fingers went deep inside of me.
"Are you going to beg or not?" He growled, and my smile returned.
I stared into his eyes and bit unto my lips, mumbling my moans as he continued to finger and stretch my tight core... making him see the defiance in my eyes.
"You— you called me here ... So it is you who wants me... You should be the one to beg..." I moaned over the intoxicating pleasure he was giving me.
I could see the restraint in his eyes and though my words might have sounded strong, I was already melting inside. I wanted him but he had to admit that he wanted me too.
"Fuck you!" He growled, before flipping me briskly, so that my ass was now facing him and my chest was slammed against the wall.
He lifted off my dress and with a hard shove, he pushed himself inside of me. Hard.
"I hate you, Scarlett..." He hissed as my cunt tightened around him but I smiled.
His words were the exact opposite of what he felt. I had won this round.