Chapter Five

Elma

The fire had burned low. The big room was full of shadows. My body still felt the aftershocks of what Xander did to me last night. It was raw and sore, but I was also shamefully satisfied. I lay curled up on the huge bed. The fur blankets barely covered my naked body and every inch of me felt claimed.

The bite mark on my shoulder throbbed. My thighs were sticky with his release, and my core still pulsed with that full feeling. I hated how much I craved more. Even now, just thinking about his hands on me made heat pool between my legs again.

Heavy footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. Xander stood beside the bed, shirtless. His low pants did nothing to hide the thick outline of his hardening cock. Those silver-flecked eyes looked me up and down, staring hard at my heavy breasts, my soft belly, and my wide hips and thick thighs.

“Morning already?” I said, my voice rough.

He did not answer with words. He just pulled the blankets off me in one quick move. Cool air hit my naked skin. “On your back,” he said. “Spread your legs.”

My face got hot. “You’re awful,” I said, but my nipples were already hard and my body was reacting. “I told you I did not kill your brother. Nadia…”

Xander grabbed my ankle and dragged me down the bed toward him. “I don't want to hear your lies right now. I just want this pussy again.” His voice was low and rough. “You owe me heirs, Elma. And your body already wants it.”

I tried to kick free, but he was too strong. He climbed over me and pinned my hands above my head with one big hand. He kissed me hard. It was all teeth and it felt like hunger. His tongue pushed into my mouth like he owned it. 

When he pulled back, I was breathing fast and my lips felt swollen.

“I hate you,” I whispered, but my hips lifted against him anyway.

“Good,” he growled. “Hate me while you come.”

He let go of my hands and pushed my legs wide open. Then he moved down and put his mouth on me. His tongue licked through my wet folds slowly at first, then faster. He sucked on my clit hard. I cried out and grabbed his hair. It felt so good it made my toes curl.

Then his two thick fingers pushed inside me, moving in and out while his tongue kept working my clit. My soft thighs shook around his head and my heavy breasts bounced with every shaky breath I took. I tried to stay quiet, but moans kept slipping out.

It didn’t take long. The pleasure built up fast and crashed over me. I came hard, shaking and moaning his name. My body squeezed around his fingers.

Before I could catch my breath, Xander stood up. He pushed his pants down and took out his big cock. It was thick and hard, the tip already wet. He rubbed it against my entrance, then thrust in deep in one go. I gasped at the stretch. He filled me completely.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. He started fucking me hard. His hips slapped against mine. The sound of skin on skin filled the room and his hands grabbed my soft hips, squeezing the flesh there. Then he moved up to my big breasts, holding them and pinching my nipples.

I felt every inch of him moving inside me. My soft belly jiggled with each thrust. My thick thighs wrapped around him without me even thinking about it.

“Say my name,” he ordered, his voice rough.

“Xander,” I moaned.

“Louder.”

“Xander!” I cried out. I came again, my body squeezing tight around his cock. I felt pleasure all over me.

He groaned loud and pushed deep one last time. I felt him come, hot cum filling me up. He stayed inside me for a moment, breathing hard.

Then he pulled out slowly and rolled us so I was lying on his chest. His arm went around me. His hand stroked my hair and my back, almost gentle. Then his fingers even traced the soft curve of my belly.

“Rest,” he said. “You’ll need it. Tonight I want you on top, riding me with those wide hips.”

I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to tell him again that I was innocent, that Nadia had set me up. But his heartbeat felt steady under my cheek. His body was warm against mine. Part of me still hated him for everything…for believing I killed his brother, for keeping me here as his breeder. But another part was starting to want more than just his body. I liked the way he touched me after. It felt almost caring. It scared me how fast things were changing.

We lay there for a while. The room was quiet except for the low crackle of the fire. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, but I did not move. His hand kept rubbing slow circles on my back.

After some time, there was a knock at the door. Servants brought in food… bread, meat, fruit, and water. Xander sat up and watched me eat. He made sure I took big portions.

“You need strength,” he said simply.

I ate quietly. The food tasted good after everything. When I was full, Xander stood up and walked to a shelf. He pulled down a thick, leather-bound book and brought it to me.

“Read it,” he said in a rough voice. “It’s about old healing herbs. If you’re going to carry my kids, you should know how to keep them healthy.”

I took the book from him. It felt heavy in my hands. I looked up at him, surprised. This big, scary king who had fucked me so roughly was giving me something useful. Something that showed he cared about the future… about me carrying his pups safely.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

He just nodded, but his eyes stayed on me a little longer than usual. There was something in his look that felt different. Not just hunger. It was something warmer.

I held the book tight to my chest. It was a small thing, but it felt like the start of something real between us. Maybe he was beginning to see me as more than just a prisoner or a body to use. Maybe the hate between us was slowly turning into something else.

But I knew it was not that simple. Camilla and the court were out there. They hated me. They thought I was just a soft, plus-sized Silver Moon girl who did not belong. They would try to tear this apart.

I touched my belly lightly. Was there already a spark of life in there? The thought made me scared and happy at the same time.

Xander watched me. “Stay in these chambers while I am busy,” he said. “I will come back soon.”

He dressed and left. The door closed behind him. I lay back on the bed with the book. But my body still ached in the best way. My mind was full of mixed feelings. I hated him.

I needed him. And I was starting to feel things I knew could break my heart all over again.