Chapter 43 No permission
ZORA
I stepped out of the bathroom to find the outfit of the day neatly folded, ready for me to wear. The room, for some reason, looked perfectly picturesque.
The sun rays that filtered in through the window seemed to have tiny shimmery flecks like pixie dust dancing in the air. It gave the room this misty kind of golden glow. The curtains flapped backward, gently pushed by the breeze.
The atmosphere was sated by this peaceful quiet calm and the sky was the perfect baby blue. It was weird, but you know what was even weirder?
The crazy bath session I just had. The water seemed to morph into Ryker's hands as they flowed and touched every part of my naked body down to the intricate parts. Closing my eyes made invisible Ryker even more real. My breasts reacted and each breath came out in the form of small partial moans and by the time I walked out of the bathroom, my pussy was swollen and moist with need.
This fucking bond again!!
Shaking my head, I blew out an exasperated sigh and covered the distance between myself and the mirror. Each movement I made was a desirous torture, and as I got ready for breakfast, there was a mind battle against the thought of Ryker doing nasty things to me in my head.
What kind of maddening desire is this?
I'd never fully understand this bond.
It was like an endless bag of surprises. One moment I hate him, the other moment I am wish the connard to mold my body with his hands?
I picked up the outfit, and only after I stood in front of the mirror did I realize how dangerously provocative this dress was. It was an off shoulder little black dress that rode high on my thighs and wrapped snugly around my hips. Its wide and little peek-a-boo dip cleavage cut in the middle made my chest attractive without going over the top.
And there was something else.
There was this burgundy lace choker with a crescent pendant that fit just right around my neck. There were matching burgundy earrings, too.
After I put my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head, I flashed myself a satisfied smile. I looked good.
Really good, but I wonder...
Today wasn't my birthday. Was this a present from Ryker?
If so, why??
I looked towards the door, only Marissa could tell.
My stomach grumbled, reminding me of its empty state. I put on a pair of strap sandals to match and approached the door. I swung it open to find Marissa outside, about to knock. Eyebrows nearly touching her hair line, she stared at me and turned red.
"What!" I snapped.
"Nothing," Marissa shook her head even if she looked like she was about to explode.
"Marissa."
"Breakfast is ready." She turned away swiftly and hurried down the stairs.
"Don't you dare." I hurried after her, wheezing past the standby guards.
"Marissa!" I grabbed her elbow and yanked her to me.
"Did Ryker send this?"
"Kinda." She shrugged.
"Explain."
"He said to get you something that you like but not medieval."
"So you suggested this?" I gestured to the dress with a quick glance.
"Do you not like it?" Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"That's not the problem?"
"What is?"
"Could you not get me a dress that I like but wouldn't ride up 3 inches with every step that I take?"
Marissa pressed her lips into a tight line, clearly holding in her laughter.
"You did it on purpose?!"
"I swear I did not. Your breakfast is running cold, Zora."
"Liar!" I followed her, dragging the dress down.
As we walked down the hallway, I wondered what Ryker's reaction would be when I appeared in front of him to eat breakfast. He'd probably choke on his food.
While I choke on his name later....
My body temperature spiked at the highly graphic unholy imaginations in my head. Like Ryker clearing the breakfast table to have me while I buckle, tremble, and moan under him.
"He's not here."
"Huh?" I looked at Marissa, dazed and confused, recovering from my dirty imagination.
"Alpha Ryker is not here. You're eating breakfast alone."
"I'm not thinking about him."
"I never said you were. Why are your eyes like that?"
"Like what?"
"Y-you know. R-red..." She trailed off and looked away. Uncomfortable.
"I'll have to wait it out. Can't let anyone see me like this." I mumbled and stared at the ceiling. Marissa leaned against the wall, probably counting potatoes in her head.
"How about now?"
Marissa squinted her eyes and peered at me like she was counting my pores. "Hmm... It's better now. Not completely cleared up, but it will take anyone within a kissable distance to notice. Lucky you, no one stares longer than a second."
I nodded and entered the dining room.
Breakfast was chicken casserole with potato bake. Yummy on a normal day but bland today because I was disappointed and on the edge.
I wanted Ryker, but I couldn't have him. All I had was my dirty imaginations in hyper level ten.
Eventually, I ate less than half the casserole and decided to take a walk round the palace rounds, to nowhere in particular, mentally pouting because I didn't dress up this nicely only to eat breakfast all by myself and deal with this fucked up horniness on my own.
All I wanted was to feel Ryker, touch him, and kiss him. Where the heck was he?
I stomped around the corner only to bump into a moving solid object, embodying the scent of the person who haunted my thoughts.
"And where are you headed to meiga? And without your maid or any guard." He said that last part with a dark frown, but it didn't matter to me.
He was here, and my body was going haywire. He looked so sexy with his silky dress shirt barely able to contain his body. Three buttons were down, giving me a seductive glimpse of the goodness I was after.
Since when did his body give me flutters!!
Goddess!! I'm probably going to bawl my stomach out later when my sanity returns, but right now, nothing else mattered except the man standing in front of me.
I held my hands behind my back and gave a seemingly nonchalant shrug, flexing my chest area.
"Hmm... the main basement."
"To do what?" That ugly frown was still on his face.
"Meet Wesley. He needs help in the basement. I thought it would be nice to lend him my time since breakfast was quite quick." I smiled.
"Can you believe I ate it alone? Nothing to ruin my mood and this pretty dress." I rubbed my hands from the top of my shoulders down to the hem of the gown.
Goddess!! Goddess!! Swallow me now!! Make me disappear! Make me invisible!
What the fuck am I saying? But I had no control over my lips!!
Ohh Goddess!!
Ryker cocked an eyebrow. "And now, you're going to help Wesley in the basement dressed like that?"
I nodded.
He chuckled. "With no one to follow you and you expect me to simply believ that? I don't recall ever presenting myself to you as foolish meiga." He leaned forward, towering over me.
He seemed to suck up all the space that belonged to me, breaching every ounce of private space such that the air I breathed in was of him.
I stared into his green eyes and felt all of me gravitate towards him. "Then follow me and see."
My words were thick and barely audible.
He pulled away. "Fine." Then said something to the guards behind him, and they dispersed after a bow.
My mouth was dry, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.
I'm crazy! I'm very crazy.
Yet, I can't stop. I don't want to stop.
Ryker followed me quietly to the basement.
It was a very quiet walk, and nothing awareness prickled on my skin.
Was he really not aware of the bond? How crazy it is and how wild it is driving me? I stared at his back.
He seemed unfazed. Unaffected.
Perhaps it was just me, or was he that good at hiding it? I wanted to know.
"What are you drilling holes into my back for?" Ryker suddenly halted, and I literally walked into him.
I stumbled backward, but Ryker pulled back and steadied me with both his hands around my shoulder.
"Don't you feel it?'
"Feel what?'
You've got to be kidding me.
An exasperated sigh left my lips and my chest.
"This thing that I feel. This need for you, to be with you, to have you nearer than the air than goes into my lungs, a fucked up mess of a desire that I can't explain but can feel like burns like I was set on fire." I explained, hoping for some revelation in eyes that I'm not just on the receiving end of this, but instead, he gave me a blank look that lasted like five seconds before turning away to continue our journey towards the basement.
"Let’s keep moving. Wesley needs your help, remember?"
The hell! Asshole!
Ryker turned around quickly and backed me up into the wall, one hand planted firmly at the top of my head, intimidatingly hovering over me.
It happened in a flash and scared my heart out of me.
"What did you say?"
I should have swallowed my words and shook my head, saying nothing. Instead...
"You heard me. And I want an answer. It can't be just me."
You can't blame me, I just frustrated.
The bond was angry. Angry that I was talking at our, —No, its mate.
It was fighting for control back, and I could feel my grip on my sanity slip through my fingers.
Ryker looked confused.
I nearly rolled my eyes. He was more concerned about my name calling than the issue at hand.
"This is all your fault." I snapped at him, "I'm not interested in being your mate."
"Yet," he grinned slyly, "here we are. Did you forget you have no say over anything?"
I pushed him off me and headed for the basement door.
Why?
Because I— the bond is crazy.
We got to the door.
He entered, I locked the door behind us.
"I need a hug."
He frowned slightly, "I don't remember when I gave you the rights to make demands."
"Wesley is not here!." I fake gasped before he could ask.
"What's this all about meiga? Why then did you bring me here? A basement at that."
I balled my fist, my nails dug into my palm both to suppress my anger and my growing need.
I fixed him a stare, "Where's the fun if I tell you anything?"
He wriggled his brows and let out a chuckle, "As much as I would love to indulge in whatever you're planning meiga, open the door. I have someplace to be, maybe we can pick this up later with a bit of snacks while I listen to you threaten your way out?
Oh, motherfvcking asshole! This is just another joke to him.
"Like hell, I will." I snapped back.
Ryker grabbed my elbow, twisted my hands to the back, and clamped it powerfully with only one of his hands. He growled into my ear.
"You will do as I tell you."
It was a threat but my pussy throbbed in response.
The pain from his iron grip on my hands caused me to whimper softly. "Fine, I'll open it." The bond purred.
He released my hand, I made to move towards the door and instead swerved around, shot myself up on my tiptoes, grabbed his neck, and pulled him into a wet, hungry kiss.
And for that.
I don't need his fucking permission!