ALONSO
What was I doing? I had come here to punish her for what she did and not this! Alonso, you have to get a hold of yourself. That was what I was telling myself and yet, my actions were different. Her sweet lavender scent engulfed me, making me lose every bit of my senses or any restraint I was fighting to keep up.
Siv was enjoying this. He kept making primal growling sounds and jumping about my body in absolute satisfaction. This is what he has always wanted. This.
Then, I felt her hands on my chest pushing me away, which brought back my senses at once. I stilled, my mouth stopping its movement to breathe her in. I just kissed a woman. Again. I never kiss anyone. Never. I hate kisses. What the heck is wrong with me?! She is not Hilda! Only Hilda deserved this, and I promised her never to look upon another woman the way I did her. For fuck sake!
I tore away from her, stepping farther away to let out a startling guttural sound, my fingers digging into my scalp to rake through my thick locks. This is maddening. This thing going on between us is getting out of hand, and the worst is that I can’t help it!
My heart clenched from the look in her eyes, pain sizzling through me when I recall how she was smiling at Alfred back at the dining table. Both of them seemed to have a connection, and an unspoken understanding-something that we don’t have and might never have. Yet, she is my mate.
I whipped around to look at her. She was still standing there, her body shivering from how hard I had come up to her. I know I am a beast, however, since I met Danika, the demon inside of me seems to have worsened. Every time I see her smiling at another man, something invisible wants to hurt her so much-if only it would send a message to the goddess that I never wanted her. It wasn’t her fault she was given to me, but I am making her pay for every night of my sleeplessness. Every day, I sit in my study drowning myself with enough alcohol to help me forget that very day I saw Lance laying on top of her. And now I have to worry about my brother.
“Can you not stay without trying to revel in the attention of a man, Danika?” I asked, this time working my voice into my mildest calm. My chest was heaving, my brain still mushed up with the thought of the feel of her lips on mine. That is what another man had tasted before me.
She looked up at me-not the way she did the other day in the car when she had lost it. I gave her too many privileges for someone I want to break down. “I don’t know what you… you are talking about,” I heard the slight edge to her voice even though I could tell she was frightened. I shook my head, going to sit down on the bed, clasping my fingers together. This is all messed up.
I thought I could do this. But it seems I have become a pawn in my game. “Why my brother?” I just had to ask. Was it not enough that my mother favored him more than me? Now my mate has joined the band wagon.
“I didn’t do anything with him! He is my friend! Something you will never know about,” I peered up to catch her harsh glare matching her toughness which was surfacing once more.
I smiled sardonically, shaking my head. She must think I am a child. “Is he now the next in line since Lance is not around? Are you going to shame me, Danika?”
“You are just being unreasonable, Alpha King,” my jaw clenched. She knew the impact it had on me when she called me that. Our eyes battled for a minute before I forced my gaze down, beginning to drown in those soft green orbs of hers that won’t stop fascinating me no matter how much I try to hate her.
“If you have come to punish me, the faster you do it, the better for the both of us. And don’t come when I sleep to heal me again, my King, allow me to suffer the wrath of your resentment, without adding perplexity to the mix,” she snarled and began undressing quietly. My heartbeat picked up. Does she even know what she does to me? Does she know what that luscious body of hers does to me? Why, why has the moon goddess decided to punish me? And then, it had to be with someone like her. Someone irresistible, someone who every man behold with carnal marbles.
I don’t want this. Yeah, I had come to punish her, but standing at that door and seeing how apprehensive she had looked, had turned me on and made me forget my initial quest, to do the one thing I detested the most. And the bitter truth is that for once in my life, it felt good. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to taste that luscious lips of hers, I wanted to have that beautiful body I have seen every slant of in pain, writhing under me as I drive my dick down her wetness. Oh, the very thought was driving me to the edge. Siv was going nuts by now.
I abruptly stood, Danika, jumping away in fear. “Stop!” I raised my hand to thwart her, again, my fingers brushing through my hair, leaving the ends sticking out in different directions. I must look my worst by now. All because of Danika.
I had missed tasting those sweet lips first, I don’t want to miss being the first to know what it will feel like to be buried inside her. Silently, I stalked her, she scurried away and I encroached, the animal in me being unleashed.
I didn’t drink this night. After leaving the dining in anger, I had gone to the room to cool off without the suffocating presence of Paisley, and then when she came, I had gone to my study to engage in any activity concerning the pack I could think of. However, after wasting my time and still not finding any concentration, I had given up and come to her room.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, still backing away from me. My eyes were down, gazing at her from the hood of my upper lashes. I liked the fear-it turned me on and made me want her more.
Relinquishing my patience, I reached out and grabbed at her wrist, eliciting a soft gasp from her that gave me immense pleasure within. At least, I can take relief from the reactions I get from her whenever any part of our body comes into contact.
By now, her body was flushed against mine and her short breaths were giving away any pretentious struggle she was putting up.
“What are you doing to me, Danika?” I dipped in to take a slow inhale of her fresh scent. It healed me, made me forget, only wanting nothing but to remain in her heavenly embrace. It was sufficient. This is mine. My true mate.
My finger went to her hair, uprooting the bonnet and flinging it to wherever it went to. I packed her hair into my hands and deeply inhaled them, the lavender fragrance much more pronounced in them. I wanted to eat them, digest them and still want more of them.
“You smell so fucken nice, Danika. Was this your plan to entrap me?” She gasped once more but has stopped struggling. Her body was molded into mine, possibly wanting to feel me like I wanted to feel her.
I ripped away to cup her oval delicate face. I wanted to look at that sweet face that makes everyone want to lose their mind around her. Her dark eyes were fluttering, fueled with passion just the way I wanted. I made a gradual descent to nip at her temple, her nose, her chin, the side of her lips, and finally her lips. This is surely madness. What is different about Danika that makes me want to taste every part of her in this design?
She moaned, her mouth opening up to me-I took the chance to plunge my tongue deeper down her throat and savored every of her delight. So sweet and enchanting.
My hand at the back of her head held her down to ravish every bit of her. She moaned softly, intensifying my hunger. I growled like an angry panther and tore away to tear the flimsy garb she had on, exposing those shiny creamy skin that might eventually send me to my early grave.
I stopped to stare at it just the way I had done every night while holding her across my lap to deliver those firm lashes on them. It still had the same effect on me-never tiring me.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead. Her eyes were closed which was all I needed to know she was as enraptured in this as I was.
My hand wound around her waist, I picked her up and took her to the bed. Her eyes rapidly flew open, a sliver of something that looked like terror flashing through them.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s alright. I’m not whipping you today.” I laid her gently on the bed and stood up to pull away my loose night pants.
She quietly laid there observing with a detective’s eyes which if looked closely, fear wasn’t far from.
I climbed the bed, still wearing my night pants, not wanting to intimidate her with my huge cock, yet. Slow and steady. I know she is still contemplating our present situation, and also know her modest attitude up until now was a result of the bond binding us, and I wanted to go gently.
I leaned in to kiss her forehead, my hand starting to travel to other parts of her body. She shivered, her eyes beginning to darken with pleasure anew. She wanted me, and I was going to take my time to savor her. I just hope another man hasn’t made it there before I found her. I have never trusted her from day one, especially with the way she was always seeking other men’s attention.
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