Chapter 37 Luncheon
ZORA
Today felt like every other day as Marissa dressed me up for breakfast and avoiding my gaze.
She refused to tell me what being an Elder means or how it has anything to do with me, but on the other hand, she doesn't look scared of me anymore. Or maybe she does and is just good at hiding it.
I tried not to think about her and focused on how breakfast was going to go.
I sharpened my mental teeth and claws, knowing I'd face Ryker today. I've not seen him since I made a fool of myself yet again.
I'm not going to be caught unaware this time, either against him or the bond, which has been suspiciously quiet.
I left my room to the dining room where I knew he'd be waiting.
A sneer rose up my lips the minute I saw him on the dining table, sitted like he'd been waiting for me, his food left untouched.
My eyes narrowed as I sat down on the opposite end of the table this time, keeping as much distance as I could from him.
He fixed me a stare.
I picked a spoon to serve myself, totally ignoring his presence.
“Come here”
A soft gasp escaped from my lips. The bond roared to life.
My eyes shot up to meet him, taking in his intense stare with, surprisingly, so much calm compared to what I was feeling.
Well, I'm certainly not about to grovel at his feet.
“Why?” I countered, lifting my chin up challengingly.
Need me closer to make a fool out of me again?
“Yes”. His blunt and abrupt response knocked out the air in my lungs, leaving my face as white as a sheet.
Goddess! I'm never going to get used to him answering my thoughts out of the blue.
"Don't make me repeat myself, meiga."
Making a low grunt in dissatisfaction, I moved to the seat beside him, seething quietly.
“Your maid should get you ready for a luncheon with a family member” he announced with a casual air like he was just asking me to fetch him a glass of water, but even that would make my eyebrows arc like I'm doing now.
“Was that directed at me? I'm just supposed to prepare for a luncheon?”, I asked in annoyance.
“I wasn’t asking meiga. Eat up, the food is getting cold”, he said coldly.
I wanted to pull at my hair and scream in his face, but brats like him would only gain satisfaction for that kind of reaction.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Shit! He heard that!
Without saying anything else, I dug into my plate and ate quickly, eager to get away from him.
After breakfast, I took a stroll to the library just to get my thoughts together.
I would literally do anything just to have Courtney and the kids with me, but my selfishness can put them in danger, especially my children.
I still can't predict what Ryker's reaction would be when he finds out I gave birth to his children?
Would it make things better? I really don't know, also that would change the trajectory of my children's life. I have to be considerate of them too and not just throw them into this world suddenly.
I felt her before I even saw her, "It's time for you to get ready." Marissa sounded behind me.
I stood to face her and tucked my wild dark hair behind my ear.
"I'm not going to pester you into telling me anything again, but that elder stuff you mentioned, is it something bad?"
"Honestly?" She shrugged, "It depends."
I nodded, "I take it you're here to prepare me for the luncheon?"
"Yes,"
"Please, can things not be weird between us? You're the only person I'm close to here."
She gave me a small smile, "Alright, let's get you dolled up. We don't want the Alpha yelling at us."
I returned her smile and let her lead me back to my room.
I got ready in time, dressed in a long wine dress with a slit that stopped mid thigh and was escorted to the garage where Ryker was already waiting for me in a car.
His eyes ravaged my body possessively, desire pooling in his eyes.
Was that finally the bond, or was it just him?
Before I could conclude, he averted his gaze and looked out the window instead.
We didn't say anything to each other.
The journey to wherever we were going to was silent.
Ryker alighted from the car and held the car door open, a hand outstretched to help me out of the car.
I scoffed and opened the door close to me, climbing out myself.
I don't need his freaking help.
We finally arrived at a house, almost as big as the palace. A set of guards ushered us inside an open garden where we settled into our seats.
Thankfully, the sun was mild, and I was able to feed my eyes on the breathtaking view of plants surrounding us.
If only Ryker's palace had beautiful flowers like these, maybe he wouldn't be the cold and grumpy person he's grown up to be.
Even more, perharps staying there against my will would be less unbearable.
“So you like being kidnapped”?, he asked, twirling a wine glass in between his fingers as he stared at me with amusement.
“Did you know that if we were anywhere in the land of humans, I would sue you for invading my privacy and taking me against my will?” I fired, "Also, what era do you live in? You couldn't even decide if you want to evolve or not. Every waking moment in your pack, I question my sanity, am I in a medieval era or the twenty-first century!? No taxis, no phones, no technology. Who the heck travels by carriages and horses?"
He chuckled, “Well, do I need to remind you that you're not human, or has six years there made you forget who you are, Zora?”
"Seven." I snapped. "And I have always known who I am, Ryker. The only thing I definitely forgot is your existence”, I shot back.
“Well it's a good thing you're never leaving here then. There is plenty of time to remind you."
Loud footsteps jolted me out of my fixated glare on Ryker.
I jerked forward, not prepared for that.
Did that mean I was never going to see—
“You're welcome to my humble abode, my Lord”. A bulky man with a lively expression laughed as he approached the table, bowing slightly to Ryker, whose face remained neutral.
"It's Ryker," He said stiffly, "Stop saying my lord, Uncle."
The man chuckled as he sat opposite us, "And who's this?"
I wasn't expecting him to notice me. I thought I was here as a decoration piece.
"My mate, Zora,"
My eyes widened slightly, but I quickly covered it up by offering a tight smile.
“More like a slave," I added sarcastically, resisting the urge not to glare at him but seeing the slight shock and a glimpse of disdain in the man's face made me clear my throat awkwardly.
"I'm not surprised. Literally, everyone is his slave." The man said.
That's when I realized that look wasn't meant for me.
“You have a really beautiful home…sir”, I hesitantly added, lowering my eyes to the empty plate in front of me.
Seriously? Was this even a luncheon if there was no lunch on the table? I groaned inwardly.
"I'm sorry he dragged you into our monthly luncheon." The man smiled sympathetically at me.
Oh, so that's what this is about?
“Well, I'm here, aren't I?” Ryker said, placing his hands on my thighs. I turned sideways to glare at him, but his eyes were on his uncle.
I tuned them out, not like I was going to concentrate anyway, not with his hands on my bare thigh.
The bond danced happily. It wanted more, I wanted more than just thigh caress.
No, no, not me. It's the bond. Can't possibly be me.
I inched forward in my chair, causing his hands to travel further up my thighs.
His hands trailed the insides of my thighs, slight grazing my clitoris.
I moaned.
My eyes widened in embarrassment.
I coughed quickly to smother it and pretend I actually choked.
Choked on what? There was no food yet, neither was I drinking.
"Oh, darling. Are you okay?" His uncle stared at me worriedly, offering me a cup of water.
I cleared my throat, I could just easily lie it was my saliva.
I collected it to sip.
Mid drink, Ryker rubbed my clitoris, flicking it with his finger.
My entire body was on fire.
Another moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. I threw myself into a fit of cough.
The bond was ecstatic and mad with desire.
"Oh dear" the Uncle said softly, offering me a napkin.
My nipples were hard under my dress. If this continued, the bond would actually want to tear his clothes and claim right here irregardless of the people watching us.
Thankfully, lunnch was served in a matter of seconds, saving me from the embarrassment.
I focused on eating to distract myself from Ryker's torture.
Each time I put down my cutlery, his fingers pressed into my bare thigh, slowly drawing circles, causing me to squirm in my seat.
With shaky hands, I continued to fill my mouth with food, almost choking when his fingers trailed upwards, to the edge of my slit.
“Careful, meiga”, he consoled, handing me a glass of water.
My eyes heated with both fury and amusement, especially at how calm he seemed to be while driving me nuts here.
Angrily snatching the glass from him, I gulped down all of it, hoping to ease some of the anger swelling in my chest.
Just as I put the glass down, I felt his fingers back in my inner thigh, causing a pool to form in my panties.
I leaned closer to him and dropped my voice to a whisper, "Take your hand off me”
"Okay," He smirked and dipped a finger without warning into my vagina, dripping with my wetness and bringing it to his lips to lick it off slowly, not breaking eye contact.
I gaped at him.
Shiver ram through my spine, the bond was hungry, I clenched my thighs together as if to stop the arousal building up on my stomach.
He grinned, "Satisfied?"
I cleared my throat, highly disgusted at myself, and how easily my body reacted to his touch.
Oh, fuck me!!
His hand was back on my thighs.
I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Giving you what you want meiga," he winked
A loud silence hit my ears, and I glanced around to find his uncle staring at me.
I felt my face flush from embarrassment and clamped my thighs shut, but Ryker's hand still refused to budge. He really was a persistent bastard.
Worse of it, my body was melting under his touch.
It was a struggle between me, my body and the fucking bond.
Fortunately, Ryker managed to stir up another conversation successfully taking all the attention away from me. But just as my body relaxed, his fingers moved again, making all my hairs stand.
Before I could throw him a glare, I felt my soaked panties shift with a slight flicker on my bare folds swollen with tension.
No,
This wasn't good.
My traitorous body slid forward in my seat to ease his entrance.
The connard smirked.
I couldn't care less as the heat from my body only begged for satisfaction.
Taking the hint, he slid two fingers into my wet, starved pussy, letting each drop of my fluid wrap around his fingers.
I bit my lips to silence a moan, my hands tightly gripping the sides of my seat, holding on.
“Are you alright, dear?” the uncle asked, a tone of worry in his voice.
A slight gasp escaped my lips, closely followed by confusion. “Ah, Y.. yes. The food was just so..”
Another flicker with his thumb. “Mmm…D-delicious” I breathed out heavily.
“How about you, Ryker? You've barely had a bite, or is it not to your taste? Trust me, it's truly as delicious as she says” he turned to Ryker, staring at him expectantly.
Ryker slowly slipped his fingers out of me.
I almost protested before I caught myself. The grin stayed on his lips as he licked his dripping fingers there and then. “I just did. And it's truly delicious”.
Somebody find me a fucking hole!