Chapter 33 Chapter thirty-three
"Do you know anything about this letter?" His question rattled me to the core. His piercing gaze seemed to dig into my soul, demanding an answer.
"Claus, love, how could I possibly know? This is as strange to me as it is to you," I replied with a forced laugh, trying to brush off his suspicion.
His pupils widened quickly. "You’re right, love. The letter is strange to both of us," he said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.
I smiled in return, silently thanking the moon that Claus had believed my lie and that the suspicion had passed.
"Soldier," Claus called.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the soldier bowed.
"Here," Claus handed him the letter. "Make sure this never sees the light of day again."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the soldier replied, bowing once more before hurrying out of the room.
I watched him leave, feeling my racing heart finally begin to calm. Thank the moon Claus hadn’t believed the letter’s contents—how could I ever have explained myself?
Turning to Claus, I said softly, "Now that I’ve seen you’re all right, I’ll return to my chamber. It’s been a long, tiring day, and my body needs rest." I stifled a yawn.
I turned to walk away, but a pair of warm hands slipped around my shoulders, pulling me into a back hug that stopped me in my tracks. Claus’s body pressed against mine, the heat radiating from him both soothing and thrilling, making my heart flutter.
“Let’s go together, I’m tired too,” he suggested softly, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. I tried to resist, but his embrace held me firmly.
He eventually let go and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my skin as we walked out of the courtroom. His arm slid around my waist, and I couldn’t help but smile at his touch.
The passing maids caught sight of us and grinned widely.
“The Alpha and Luna look so perfect together! I’m so jealous—Luna has such a handsome man by her side,” one whispered.
“Alpha Sylvia is even more handsome than Alpha Claus,” another murmured quietly.
I felt my cheeks burn. I couldn’t tell if it was because they were jealous of me or because they’d just called Sylvia handsome.
Claus pushed open the door and glanced at me. “Are you alright?” he asked, noticing the redness on my face.
"Yes, I’m fine," I said with a smile as I walked into the room.
What on earth could I even tell him? That I find his twin brother attractive? That would be utterly foolish of me.
"Okay, love," he replied with a gentle smile.
I sat down on the bed and slipped off my robe, left only in my revealing lingerie. Gathering my hair into a messy bun, I prepared to lie down when a pair of warm hands suddenly slid over my bare shoulders.
I flinched at the touch, turning quickly—only to see Claus beside me, his eyes glimmering. He leaned in and began pressing wet kisses along my shoulder.
"Claus, what are you doing?" I asked, shifting away from him.
"I miss you, love," he murmured. "It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my arms. I’ve been craving your touch." He continued kissing my skin.
But I didn’t feel the desire to be intimate with him tonight. For the first time, I wasn’t in the mood. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the turmoil inside me, the unease whispering that something about this felt wrong.
He’s my husband, so why do I feel like I’m betraying someone? And why, of all people, does Sylvia come to mind why thinking of it.
I don’t think I can go through with this. I need to stop him, I can’t just let things happen.
“Claus, can we....” I start to say, but before I can finish, Claus silences me with a kiss.
And there is no other way I will deny him what he wants. I can't see the way his eyes have been hovering around me when we were walking to the chamber.
If I try to stop him now, he will be suspicious of something. And the doubt already surrounding us will grow wild.
For a moment, my world spin. My thoughts scattered, and I feel powerless. I didn’t even realize when I parted my lips, letting his tongue in.
My hands rested on his firm chest, moving gently in sync with our deepening kiss. I could taste the wine he had been drinking on his lips, and I kissed him harder, savoring it.
Our lips moved together, biting, nibbling, exploring. His hand slipped from my waist to my thigh, he pull my gown up, the night wind caress my skin sending chill down my spine.
Without separating from the kiss, my hand moved beneath his shirt, gently tracing his firm abs.
One, two, three, four, five, and six, I tallied his packs. Claus has always had a perfectly sculpted physique that any woman would desire.
My hand moved to his nipples, my fingertips traced around them. Claus groans between kisses as I keep caressing his nipples.
One of his hands moved up my shoulder as he let the strap of my lingerie fall down my arm.
He withdrew from the kiss, his eyes shimmering with desire, keeping eye contact with me. His lips first traced along my neckline, causing me to shiver at his touch, while my hands moved to his, caressing them softly. He bites gently on my neckline, marking me with a noticeable love bite before his lips glide from my neckline to my shoulder and up to my upper arm.
She follows with kisses as I yearn for his caress. My body was responding in a way that differed from my mind's desires.
He let the other lingerie strap fall from my shoulder, and the gown slid down my waist. My fully exposed breast was on show. Claus sparkled in the candlelight. His gaze was filled with admiration.
As he gazed at me, his lips moved toward my breast, and he extended his tongue. The gentle warmth enveloped me, his tongue circling my nipple, softly and tenderly as if he had all the time in the world. His gaze was fixed on me, and that alone would have pushed me to climax.
His other hand moved to my breast, his fingers tugging and squeezing my nipple