Chapter 6

King Zion

My concentration had been compromised, and my manhood throbbed painfully behind my zipper from the moment I laid eyes on the slave's body. I had made a mistake of glancing at her tits and curves, and that was enough to send blood rushing to my member. I stared at the document before me, reading the same line for the third time without absorbing a single word. The realisation alone had the grip on the pen tightening, and before I knew it, ink was spluttering across the desk.

"Fuck," I swore under my breath. Even my beast, who had been quiet, began stirring. Just then, a knock on the door came through.

"Come in," I responded in a strained growl, the pressure in my mind from my wolf intensifying.

Thelma walked in, like she had done for the last ten years. "My king," she purred, licking her lips. Now that she was here, perhaps I could use her to flash the slave from my system.

"Come here." She rounded the desk, the smell of her arousal overpowering the scent of the spilt ink.

"I saw the slave," she whispered, leaning over. "Didn't she satisfy you, my lord?" I did not like the tone of her voice.

"Sit on the desk." I ignored her question. Whatever I did with the slave was none of her business. She climbed on it, then lifted her dress, exposing her thighs and, finally, what I wanted at that time, her sleek pussy. I unzipped myself and freed my pulsing cock.

"I can see you are ready," she whispered, spreading her legs as I pulled her closer to the edge of the desk.

I positioned myself at her entrance. "Shut up." I drove into her in one thrust, drawing an awful scream from her. I quickly withdrew and plunged back, feeling her stretch and wrap around me. She was the only one who could take me whole, for long, and endure my brutal thrusts. She thrived in the pain, like a little masochist, and being the daughter of one of the strongest werewolves in the kingdom, her wolf could handle it and heal quickly.

Every stroke made the wooden desk rattle and drew loud screams from Thelma. "Oh goddess," she cried out, wrapping her legs around me. I looked at her face, and for a fraction of a second it blurred, and all I could see was the slave's face, her teary eyes as she trembled earlier in the office. I had to shake my head to ward off her image from my mind. How could a girl I had just seen take hold of me in that manner?

I pulled out and pushed Thelma on her knees. "Yes, my k—" Her moan died in her throat when I slammed home and fisted her hair. I was King Zion, and letting a slave take control of my mind was not going to happen. The more I tried to push the image away, the more blood rushed into my shaft and the harder I drove into Thelma.

"Aaah!" she moaned, arching her back, my grip on her hips tightening, my fingers digging into her skin. I spanked her ass, the sound rhyming with the sound of my balls slapping her pussy.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, and before long began to shake, an orgasm tearing through her. At that moment, the slave's curves flashed behind my eyes, and just like that I felt my balls draw up and my cock harden. I pulled out immediately, my hands trembling.

"My king?" She called breathlessly, looking back at me with confusion.

"Out," I stated flatly and turned my back to her, trying to control my breathing.

"We were just getting—"

"I said, get the fuck out," I spat, looking at my manhood glistening with her fluids. I didn't turn until I felt the door close behind me.

"Aaargh!" I rumbled, wrapping my hand around myself. I clenched my jaw. The release had been close, far too close. It always took long, sometimes hours of fucking since the wit... I stopped the thoughts from going further into the memory. Why was the slave's face pulling my orgasm closer and closer in such a short time? My fucking sessions required women with stamina, and so far only Thelma could stand me.

Whatever it was about the slave, I intended to remove it, I thought, moving my hand up and down my member. The distraction was unacceptable; it was a luxury I had long since buried beneath duty. Yet she had managed to unhinge my restraint in a way seasoned generals and rival alphas had failed to do for years. I increased the speed, hissing under my breath at the sensation. I started out slow, from the base to the head, feeling the shivers that came with it go up my stomach. It wasn't long before I began feeling my lower pelvis tightening, just like my balls.

"No," I said, tucking my member back inside my zipper. Perhaps stepping out for fresh air into the forest would help me clear my mind. So I headed for the door in long, fast strides, only to come face to face with Clark, right outside.

"Are you stepping out?" He asked, assessing my rigid posture. "Right, you are." He chuckled nervously. "We need to talk," he said.

"If it's about the slave, no."

"What happened? She barely spent 20 minutes with you before I found her being whipped by guards. Did you—?"

"Did I what, fuck her like you'd hoped?" I cut him off, my patience already thinning out. "She is a mate killer," I spat.

"My king, you speak as though you are sure. She was accused. As far as I know, a tiny woman like her cannot kill and hang a man from the tree."

I raised a brow. "And you believe that?"

"The prophecy spoke of a wolfless woman accused of a sin she knows nothing about," Clark argued.

"Enough with the prophecy," I spat. "I asked her whether she killed him." I pushed him aside to let me pass. "Her answer was no, but her heartbeat spoke of a different answer. " I walked past him, heading for the back door. "It spiked and raced. " I paused.

"That's because she was scared of you, sire!" Clark defended, following me.

"Are you questioning my judgement?" I asked. "She killed him, meaning, according to Alma's prophecy and interpretation, she is simply not the one. But since she is already here, I will enjoy making her pay for killing an innocent man."

"Sire?" Clark called.

I stopped walking and turned, a thought crossing my mind. "Actually, you know what? Summon her to my bedroom."

"She is not in a position to, she is—"

"You wanted me to fuck her a few minutes ago, no?" I stopped him mid-sentence. He sighed, hung his head and nodded.

"Good, if she keeps me waiting, there shall be consequences." With that, I walked towards the lift, ignoring the protesting whimpers from my beast inside.

The only way to stop her from ruling my thoughts was breaking her and holding her accountable for murdering her mate.