She is too familiar with the King; on many occasions, she would be unable to determine if the King’s wolf was to blame for his monstrous behavior in bed or the King himself.
The rough dick was smashing in and out of her, apparently unconcerned that he was damaging her vàgina. Olivia’s groans would continue until she let out a full-on scream. The sheets rustled under their tumultuous ownership, and Spenser never seemed like he would tire of his position exactly over Olivia’s head, clenching the linens above her head.
King Spenser achieved his peak and withdrew from Olivia, but the thrusts and Olivia’s reverberating shouts remained.
“Hah!” She exhaled sharply, her relief at being released from the King’s harsh fixation clear in her voice.
She felt like her vàgina had been in jail for a very long time due to the rough sensation of his massive manhood slipping out of her. King Spenser was already dressing himself as she lay on the bed attempting to regain her composure and strength.
As he adjusted his belt, his harsh voice came: “You should go, Olivia.” Olivia was taken aback. Why did he try to get her to leave? It’s true that the King wasn’t known for his refined vocabulary. She walked to her dresser, pulled on an outfit, and stood up to greet him. Without a question, her hair was a hot mess. And there was a searing agony in her pelvic region. T “My King….” She reached over and caressed his shoulders as she cooed. “Are you happy with me?”
He grumbled, “Of course you did, Olivia,” and shuffled over to his table, away from her. ‘Just one more thing, my king,’ Olivia drewled. Inquiring, “May I stay the night with you? Maybe just for today?”
“No, Olivia, I don’t want that. The grouchy response was, “You should go.”
he interrupted. “I need some quiet time.” Immediately hurt by his remarks, Olivia’s expression became sour. I don’t understand why he constantly has to sleep by himself. So why, like a decent husband, wouldn’t he allow her to share his bed?
She let out a long sigh. “Goodnight… She said, “My King,” as she went, clearly showing her distress to him. Obviously, she understood that it wouldn’t persuade him to alter his decision.
King Spenser hardly gave her eye contact. “spend the night with him,” echoed in his brain. There isn’t a guy alive who wouldn’t want a lady in his bed. A lady to snuggle up to him as he sleeps? A lady with whom he might have sexual relations at any hour of the night? It’s hard to see someone not wanting it.
Unfortunately, that was impossible for someone like him; the curse had sealed his fate. And what if the wolf wakes up later and attacks her? Isn’t there a risk that he’ll become unmanageable?
How come the King have to be such a miserable person?
As Olivia left the King’s private quarters, her frown remained firmly in place. He should have let her stay the night with him, so why didn’t he? What she really wants is to lie next to him in bed and rest her head on his strong chest. Why does he feel the need to constantly limit her?
But it was for the best that it wasn’t just her; it affected all of his spouses.
Both of his spouses have never slept in his bedroom.
As she looked up from the floor, she saw Queen Natasha approaching. Oh…. Olivia swiftly erased her scowl and replaced it with a victorious grin. She walked proudly, thankful for the rough texture of her hair. They might be used as proof of some kind.
But Natasha was taken aback and dismayed when she saw Olivia approaching the King’s rooms along the corridor. Is this a possible indication that she visited the King?
When Olivia finally caught up to Natasha, she smiled and said, “Hello, Natasha.” – Natasha was very attractive, but her expression always seemed threatening.
“Oh! You can’t possibly be going to visit the King, can you? With that, Olivia carried on. That’s a poor idea, since I’m very sure the king’s already worn out. My hair is all ruffled since I just finished…. titillating him. She stopped, giggling at the sight of anger on Natasha’s face.
Natasha sent Olivia a glance that said she had not requested an explanation. You shouldn’t have had to deal with such pressure.
“Oh! I’m aware; yet, I felt it necessary to warn you. She gave Natasha a knowing wink and then left.
Whoever doubted that the King would one day be her husband was a huge clown. She would have the King permanently to herself.
TWO DAYS LATER
Viscar, the King’s gamma, stood at the window, reading the letter Sucy had written to him.
*I’m glad you wrote, Viscar, and I want you to know that I’ve forgiven you. The lesson here is simply to guard your words the next time around. Oh, and don’t worry; your letter made me laugh out loud.
He laughed to himself as he reread it.
Oh, Sucy – such a lovely young woman. What a shame it is that we won’t be able to spend any more time together.
He took a deep breath, folded the paper, and put it away in his bag before leaving.
As he made his way to the King’s private quarters, he was overcome with an inexplicable feeling of happiness. Sucy –
He didn’t understand why he felt calm whenever he considered her. In all honesty, she is the first woman to ever evoke such strong emotions in him.
As he neared the King’s apartments, he attempted to dismiss the ideas.
When King Spenser’s voice said, “Enter,” Viscar did not hesitate to open the door and go inside. Spenser was hunched down in front of his closet, clearly looking for something. He cried out, “Viscar,” and hardly looked at him. Are you having trouble?
Without a doubt, no. “Greetings, Your Majesty” At this, Viscar bowed respectfully. Nothing came out of Spenser’s mouth as he continued to rummage through his belongings, and Viscar finally looked at him.
Spenser had such compassion for the King. The most powerful, but doomed, monarch ever. Everyone feared him and revered him, but he was slowly passing away. Son-less, son-less, lonely, sleepless, and possibly hungry to death.
Viscar knew the King was hungry almost all the time despite the fact that he never showed it. How he’d managed to keep such wide shoulders was a mystery to him. Well, he still had his wide shoulders, but anybody with a good eye could see he wasn’t in as good of health as he should be. And now that he remembered what the next full moon would do to him, he felt even worse.
Spenser rummaged in his closet until he located the item he needed.
his head scarf, and, having done so, he returned to his seat at the table.