Four

LAURA

Hmm!

I ignored his loud voice when I heard him call me out at the walkway.

I had done to him the worse thing a lady would ever do to a man: getting him really hard, and leaving him behind without even announcing, because if I dared announce it, he would toss me to the bed and rape me in the most violent manner.

I knew I had created a monster, but I was smart enough to flee from it before his lustful eyes went open and he launched the loud calling spree, maybe because he thought being the king meant he would call me every minute and have me in his arms.

Well, I’m different.

I’m not one of those cheap omegas.

I’m his Luna and he really has to understand my value.

I walked past the garden, but stopped as soon as I remembered the grave of my best friend, Gova, was there.

I looked over to it, and kneeling by the grave was Rhett with a bunch of flowers. The lover boy was still mourning his dead fiancée.

I shook my head, and though I was clad in a transparent cloth, and I had no panties on, I swaggered into the garden to console him.

It was high time he let my friend rest in perfect peace and move on with his dear life, or he would die and join her in the grave.

“Rhett.” I said behind him.

My arms were folded against my breast, because I didn’t want him to catch a sight of my pink nipples being betrayed by the cloth that was supposed to mask it and keep it hidden from his sight.

But what about my thigh?

I was just naked though I was clad in a cloth.

Anyways the cloth wasn’t made to cover my nakedness. It was meant to reveal it, depicting my readiness to have my man drill me in bed.

He turned gradually, and met me with his eyes.

Those eyes were red.

He seemed to have been crying all week long.

“Laura.”

I forgot I had intended to mask my breasts with my arms wrapped over them, as soon as I saw those eyes.

They were the eyes of a man who lost the love of his life when he least expected it. They were the eyes of a man who was willing to love till his life fades away.

Those sad eyes melted my heart.

I held his shoulder and helped him up his feet, but before I knew what was up with us, he rested his head on my shoulder and held me hard in a hug.

Maybe his eyes did not see the transparent cloth I was clad in. maybe he did not see my foxy pink nipples.

But the night lamps in the garden was on, and they were exuding enough light to keep the garden on, which meant he was supposed to see what I was and abstain.

Well, his eyes were red, which means he had been into a crying session that must have blinded him, such that he could not see properly.

“I want to join her in the grave, Laura, my room is cold and lonely.”

His voice was the weak voice of a man who spent his day crying his guts out.

I patted his back as those words met my ears. 

His room was cold and lonely because my friend was no longer there to keep the room warm with her beauty, her smile, her voice, everything she had.

His hand met my back, but I didn’t panic.

His hug was a warm one, and I was already considering taking him to his room, to cook and have him eat and sleep, just like my friend would do.

That would be a little way of making my dear friend glad even in the palace of hades where the souls of the dead rests after they had left the world of the living.

“Stop crying, Rhett, everything would be alright. Stop making her sad in her grave. Allow her to rest in peace. She had a rough life.”

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I was kind enough to take him to his room, knowing fully well that in his room, I would find Gova’s clothes in her wardrobe and have my transparent cloth covered, but as soon as he opened the door and we walked in, he shot the door and paused.

“Laura.” He said and drew in a deep breath.

“Rhett.” My kind eyes were fixed on him, but with the room lit, I could tell that his eyes were on my body which he could see through the cloth I was clad in.

What have I done?

Gosh!

I should have stepped into my chamber before meeting with him in the garden. I should have changed my cloth before following him to his room.

His face still wore a sad look even while his eyes were staring lustfully at the lustful body standing before him.

“Laura, did you noticed I had always loved you?”

Those were his query.

I wasn’t even ready to hear him ask such question, but he just did.

Many men love me though, and I had just learnt he was one of them.

“You mean?”

I couldn’t tell why those words did not offend me. It only gave me the lustful thought of having him in bed and leaving him behind when I’m done with him.

He came closer, and before I could utter anymore words, he held my head and kissed me so deep that my insides warmed up as though I had fever.

He was such a good kiss, and her slutty hands were quick to locate his hard dick. It seemed to have been hard all the while we were in the garden hugging each other.

He carried me and dropped me on the bed, and just like a hungry lion, he ripped my cloth and buried his head between my thigh, making me wriggle as he gave me the same sucking I gave to Killian.

He was such an insanely good guy in bed.