Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Morwen
“Can I sit on the king’s big, hard throne?” I ask all flirty as I run my hand up and down the chair’s wooden back.
Alaric swallows hard as he watches me from the bottom of the dais with those dark, sensual eyes. We’re in the vast throne room where we first saw each other. It’s after dark and we’re all alone. The doors are locked. I checked.
It’s been fifteen days since I first stepped into the kingdom and with every single one, the torture of having to wait for that damn Lunaris Vinculum to arrive increases. My body is on fire. I can’t handle it. I need this man. It’s all I can think about.
“That throne is meant for the king only,” he says, trying to hide the wanton need in his voice. “And you’re not the queen yet. Not until I mark you.”
These uptight wolves and all their damn rules… Why must they insist on torturing themselves?
Still, it’s kind of fun to tease him. I know I’m feeling it bad, but it’s even worse for him. I see that long hard cock running along the inside of his pants. I can see the hunger in his eyes. If that moon was full, he’d ravish me on the spot.
He’s keeping his distance from me as usual, like he doesn’t quite trust himself.
“What are you going to do if I disobey?” I ask, sauntering around the throne, swaying my hips, and dipping down until my ass is hovering over the seat. “Are you going to punish me?”
He lets out a low ravenous growl. “Of all the many, many things I want to do to you, punishing you is not one of them.”
“That’s too bad,” I say as I let my ass touch the hard wood. “It sounds kind of fun.”
His spine is as straight as an arrow while he keeps his hands locked behind his back. He’s trying to stay proper. He’s putting on his whole untouchable king routine.
But that hungry, heated look in his gray eyes… It betrays him.
I can tell it’s taking him everything he has to stay rooted to the spot. His breaths are coming out short and violent as he holds back his voracious lust.
I know what he really wants.
Me.
It’s been the best twelve days of my life. I’ve spent every moment with Alaric or his wolf. We’ve visited villages and I’ve met all these wonderful shifters. They’ve been so accepting and happy to see me.
Ever since their king’s wolf has returned, there’s been an excitement in the air. The whole kingdom has erupted with an exuberant, hopeful energy.
“Tell me again why we must wait until the full moon,” I say as I lift my leg onto the armrest, letting my dress slide down my thigh.
He stiffens and holds his breath when he sees my soft flesh exposed.
All we’ve done is kiss. We kiss and kiss and kiss until he’s able to pull together a second of restraint, then he yanks himself away, whispers his sexy phrase, “I am alpha. I endure,” and then he flees, leaving me wet and horny and ready to explode.
Maybe it’s from twelve days and nights of this torture, or maybe it’s the wine I had at dinner, but I’m not about to let him off that easily tonight.
“It’s the law of the land,” he says.
I start playing with the bottom of my dress, showing another inch or two of thigh. It takes everything he has not to look.
“Humans don’t have that law,” I say as I flick open a button on my chest, revealing some cleavage. This time, he can’t look away. His eyes dart to it and he clenches his jaw.
“Wolves do,” he says, his voice as tight as a bowstring. “And it’s sacred.”
“If we follow human law,” I say, flicking another button, and another, “we can have all sorts of fun. Right now. And we won’t need the damn moon to give us permission.”
“It’s sacred,” he says, trembling.
I pull up my dress and run my hand over my aching sex. “So is this.”
“Gods,” he whispers as he watches me rubbing myself over my underwear.
I feel kind of bad for him, but it feels too good to stop.
“What if we use our mouths?” I ask. “Will that anger the Gods?”
“Yes.”
I arch back and start massaging my breasts as I rub my pussy. “I don’t fear any Gods…”
He swallows hard as he tries not to look.
“What I fear,” he says with those broad shoulders trembling, “is the Gods denying our bond. I won’t do anything to displease them and give them a chance to turn down what would make me the happiest shifter in all of the land.
If we break their sacred law, they may deny the mark. I cannot risk that.”
“So, we’re not allowed to touch,” I say, unable to stop my naughty hands. “Do the Gods say anything about watching?”
He takes a long moment before he answers. “No.”
I grin as a wicked part of me takes over. “Alright then, let’s have some fun.”
His back stiffens. His sexy eyes are half-arousal, half-panic as I stand up and pull down my panties. I let them slip to my feet and then I kick them off, right at him. They land on his shoulder and he looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.
I sit back down on his throne, spread my legs, and slowly pull my dress up.
“Gods…” he whispers as he watches with a dark gaze. “You are a wicked temptress sent to test my will. A shifter can only take so much.”
I lick my lips and grin, loving being called that. A wicked temptress. He hasn’t seen anything yet.
With a pull of my hand, I raise my dress, showing him everything.
A low possessive growl rumbles out of his throat as he sees me exposed for the first time. His eyes are locked on my throbbing pussy and I’m not sure if he’s going to run up here and defy the Gods or turn around and flee out of the room.
Instead, he just watches with those sexy, lust-filled eyes, barely breathing, unable to even blink.
“Six days,” I say as I start to rub my pussy, sliding my fingers over my slick folds. “Six days and you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want to this.”
I’m killing him, I know. But I can’t stop. I am a wicked temptress after all…
“You can put that big, thick cock in my mouth,” I say, opening wide and licking my lips. “You can rub it on here,” I say, pulling my dress down, revealing my naked breasts. “Or, you can slide it into my tight little pussy.” He growls as I slide two fingers in and arch my back with a moan.
He starts shaking as he stands there with his back straight, arms behind him, watching as I finger myself.
“Mmmm,” I moan as I pull my fingers out. They’re dripping with cream. “Want a taste?”
He sniffs the air, scenting my arousal, but he doesn’t move.
I slide them into my mouth and suck them clean, my eyes locked on his while I do it.
“Still want to wait?” I ask as I rub my aching clit.
He opens his mouth and I’m expecting him to chastise me, but he doesn’t. “Spread those lips,” he commands in a husky voice. “Show me the pink inside.”
I do what he says, spreading myself open to show him my virgin entrance.
My eyes drop to his pants and I moan when I see how hard he is. There’s no hiding it. He’d have a better chance of hiding a longsword in his pocket.
“I want to see too,” I say as I rub myself into a frenzy. “Pull that big dick out and stroke it for me.”
Yes…
My body ignites as he finally unclasps his hands from behind his back and takes out his long hard cock.
He’s so big. It’s monstrous.
King-sized.
I whimper and moan as I watch him wrap his big strong hand around his solid shaft and start stroking, long and hard, up and down.
It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen and it’s pushing me toward the edge. My body shakes and convulses as my hand cramps up, my fingertips moving faster and harder on my clit.
“My queen,” he growls as he jerks off his big cock.
It doesn’t take long for him to erupt.
He grits his teeth and growls as he orgasms. Powerful streams of cum surge out of his cock and land on his hand and wrist as I watch in awe. It’s so fucking sexy. So fucking hot.
I scream as I feel my orgasm barreling forward. It roars up from the darkness, fierce and unstoppable.
With a cry, I explode, cumming hard as I throw my head back and twist my body. My legs clamp shut on my thighs as my body convulses and trembles with heat. I shake and whimper, wishing it was Alaric’s hand on me instead of mine.
My bones turn to jelly as I sink into the Wolf King’s throne, still exposed, still wanting him badly.
Six days…
I may not make it.
Alaric is breathing heavily as he pulls out a handkerchief and quickly cleans himself up. He pulls up his pants, taking that beautiful view away.
I can tell he wants more. We both do.
This may have taken the edge off, but it’s done nothing to satisfy our ravenous hunger. This was like eating a cracker after being starved for two weeks.
“I must go,” he says with his voice cracking.
He takes one last yearning look at me lying half naked in his throne—ready for anything—before he abruptly turns and practically flees out of the room without looking back.
“Gooooodddddsssss,” I scream in frustration as the big heavy door slams shut with a finality that I find so fucking irritating.
Six days.
How can I wait that long?
If it works for him, maybe it will work for me.
“I am alpha,” I whisper. “I endure.”
Nope.
Still ravenously horny.
This is going to be the longest six days of my life.