The Alpha's Temptation

Chapter 65 Wild Sensation

Eltanin's heated gaze made her flush. Her wet hair was clump to her neck and shoulders. She gazed right back at him, searching for answers as waves of memories tumbled in my mind one after the other. That night when she was in the Great Hall, she was finding Prince Rigel. However, as if on some basic instinct, her eyes had snapped in his direction and their gazes had locked for a long time. She had to withdraw her gaze reluctantly away. She didn't want to be the center of attention.

She had asked Princess Petra to help her to find Prince Rigel, and she had directed him upstairs. When she reached upstairs, she was snagged in a room by strong arms and the next thing she knew was that she was pinned beneath a man, who kissed her. She couldn't understand why she didn't recognize him earlier. How did her memories wipe out? Did Menkar cast a spell?

Eltanin sipped his wine as he looked at her over the rim of his glass. "Yes," he replied in a low baritone voice. When she had seen him with Menkar, he knew that she didn't recollect their meeting at all. She had no memory of it. He didn't want to force her to remember them out of fear that she may get mental trauma. But now he could sense that she was remembering their first encounter. One, which took his breath and sanity away. Should he let her know that she is his mate?

"H—how?" she asked, her lips trembling, her eyes misty.

He placed the flute on the table beside him and wiped the tear that was hanging at the edge of her eye. "Because I was the guard you bumped into that night." His knuckles softly brushed her cheek. "Because you were the one, I was seeking that night." And then every other night she wasn't with me. His black raven eyes stared into her light blue-green ones. His other hand slid to her waist and he sprawled it across the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him against his body.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

"Because I didn't want you to stress on something so insignificant." His other hand slid to her hip and he cupped it.

Tania's eyes darted between his lips and his chin as she tipped her face up. Eltanin leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. "It doesn't matter," he said against her lips.

Tania was a bundle of nerves. The king was being so gentle with her. She opened her mouth for him and he delved his tongue inside. She moaned when his tongue entwined with hers as if in a mating dance. Her body was on fire and for the first time in all her life she wanted something to do with the liquid heat that was teasing the apex of her thighs. She rose on her toes as he ground himself against her.

He sucked her tongue and then sucked her lips until they were swollen. Suddenly, he picked her up in his arms and took her to the bed. She was still wrapped in her towel. He didn't take her towel out. He made her lie on the bed and crawled beside her. "What do you want Tania?" he asked.

"I—I don't know," she cried. She wanted to relax and then not.

He made her turn to the other side and pulled her close to his chest. His hand dipped to the upper swells of her breasts which were exposed. He fondled them for a while and then he moved those fingers lower to her stomach. He moved his fingers in slow circles.

All he was doing was rubbing her belly in slow circles, but for Tania this was all very new. Her body shuddered. He placed his thigh over hers to pin her down and then lowered his head in a way that his lips touched her cheek. "I know what you want, Tania. So lay back and let me help you," he said against her skin.

Her chest rose and fell with all the adrenalin that was surging through her body. But she lay back down, feeling the heat of his lips.

He loved it when she submitted to him because usually, she ran away or he was afraid of stepping over the line, lest she run away like a scaredy cat. However, he could sense that he could touch that forbidden line right now. "I like it when you listen to me."

She giggled nervously as all her focus went to his fingers. _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

His hand drifted lower and was below her navel. He knew that she waited for him like a curious cat.

"This is inappropriate," she let out a nervous sentence slip off her swollen tongue.

"What is inappropriate?" His fingers lifted her towel and he brushed his fingers over her panties. Her body jerked against his fingers. "Tell me Tania, why did you not resist me that night in the guest room?"

She opened her lips to say something, but the moment she did that, his lips came on hers and her words got lost in his mouth. When he left her after another searing kiss, he said, "You wanted me to kiss you because you wanted to feel what it was like to be kissed. By me." His lips went back earlobe, sending shivers down her skin.

All of a sudden there was a loud pounding on the door of Eltanin's bedchamber.

"Your guards," she rasped. "They are calling you."

"Let them," he replied as he moved his hand further down, slipping between her thighs. He started stroking her over her panties even as the heavy pounding on the door continued.

Tania's breath stopped in her throat as she felt something sharp coiling very low in her stomach. Her breasts felt heavy. "What if your guards barge in?"

He chuckled. "They won't. And even if they would, they wouldn't know where I am. They would have no idea of what I am doing with my hand in between your thighs."

His decadent voice and dirty words made her exhale heavily. She became aware of her hips that were nestled in the cradle of his hips. He stroked her again over there and cupped her sex. She bucked and his chest vibrated with a deep rumbling sound.

"Your Highness, you are needed urgently!" the voice of the guard boomed in the room.

Eltanin started rubbing his fingers over her panties, right at the center, at the apex of her thighs, where she felt a bundle of nerves teasing her. She closed her eyes. She didn't know how did she got here to this stage with the king of Draka, but she wanted to feel as much as she could after experiencing only torture and pain all her life. She was going to return back to Cetus Monastery and probably work her entire life as a slave. And even if she ever ended up with a man in her life, she knew that he wouldn't be anything like Eltanin. The king had ruined her for everyone else.

His fingers pressed on something that was swollen between her thighs and she cried. A wild sensation traveled all the way to her toes which curled.

"Your Highness!" the guard pounded harshly.