IV: One Step To...

IV: One Step To…

~ROENNA~

“His Majesty has sent for you, Miss Lancaster.” Franca walked into my bathroom, expecting me to follow her.

“What did he say?"

Since the day he'd sent me out, I never sat at the table with either him or his right-hand.

"You're to meet him tonight.” She spun around me, pulling my robe-like dress off, keeping her tone controlled.

My wolf stirred. All of a sudden? “Is there something you're not telling me, Mrs Franca?" I frowned.

She rested her chin on my shoulder. "You're really a doubting Thomas, Roenna.”

I giggled. Franca and I had gotten closer over the last two weeks and funny enough, I didn't really know how…but we just clicked at some point.

“It's not my fault. He hasn't sent for me in two weeks and all of a sudden…" I shrugged, walking towards the bathroom.

“I didn't tell him you tried to escape. It's still our little secret, child."

Franca was quite good at keeping secrets then. A day or two after I arrived, she caught me trying to escape.

If she'd told the King or his Hand, my life would've crumbled entirely…

"Do you think he'll kill me?” The sadness I'd try to hide still peeked through my voice as I asked.

She heaved an audible sigh. "Hmm. I cannot decide what the King does, but as long as you follow the rules.”

The rumors of the King's nine breeders that had died before they even conceived were true, and every time my memory traveled back to the night I walked into his chambers, something seemed odd.

Of course I wasn't expecting his housekeeper to tell me all his secrets which was why I'd gotten closer to Meredith, one of the maidens who handled my morning baths.

After I was groomed, she led me to the door of his inner chambers, where another series of thoughts occupied my head and my senses sharpened as I walked in.

This time, it wasn't dark, and there was no smell of blood, and there was no rope strapped around my waist either.

“Look who we have here…” That low throaty voice met me as soon as our eyes locked.

He sat shirtless on the edge of his large bedframe.

Almost immediately, I lowered my head, dropping my eyes to the ground. His voice also sounded different from the last time.

“Come closer." He ordered, stretching his hand and I obeyed.

His chest had a tattoo of splattered ink… and not that I wanted to objectify him, but I just couldn't take my eyes off his body.

A King’s body built this hot really showed how cruel fate could be sometimes.

He ordered me to sit and for a while, silence took over as he studied my face.

"You can touch it if you want.” His voice broke into my moment of lustful adoration.

"Your Maje—”

"You've been watching my arms for as long as you've been in here; I'm not wrong to believe you want to touch them.” For one reckless moment, my cheeks flushed and then slowly, I placed my hand on his arm.

His arm muscles were hard and I trailed them with my fingers.

He released a low growl of satisfaction.

"Come here…” he grabbed my hand and his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against himself.

He pressed my a** cheeks down against himself and I felt the heat of his erection.

"Feel that?” He growled in my ear.

He placed his hands at my waist, controlling my movement as I ground my a** cheeks against his c**k.

“Good girl…” he held my waist still. Following his order, I stood, turned around, and stripped naked.

I lowered my head in embarrassment, but my need had grown. Being a breeder didn't mean I hated sex, and right now, I needed this man in me just as much as I needed oxygen.

My back sank into the mattress as he pinned both of my hands to the headboard. His fingers cupped the underside of my t**s, brushing my puckered nipple.

My back arched forward, helpless moans ripping from my throat. My thighs burnt with need as he undressed.

He let out his c**k and my eyes caught it. It was big with precum dripping down its cap.

My lust-filled guts ached to take him inside of me.

God. D**n. It. The lust in his eyes was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in a man.

He wasn't boyish sexy. He had that dangerous kind of gorgeous masculinity one would never deny for anything…!!

Before sliding it into my wet he, he dragged his hand from the cap of his fk to its base.

He slid his c**k inside me, sending a sharp pain through my uterus.

My eyes squeezed tight, a mix of pleasure and pain claiming my senses as he rammed into me at a fast, yet calculated pace. Filthy, louder, and hungrier moans escaped my throat as every drive pushed me toward my release.

My t**s jiggled as I slid up and down, but his palm snaked around my neck, steadying my movement.

We hit our release almost at the same time and my body vibrated violently beneath his.

For the slightest second, I caught worry and concern in his eyes as he held me still, “Are you okay?" He asked in a growly tone.

"I'm fine.” I blurted, a mix of embarrassment and release aftermath dawdling beneath my skin as he collapsed against me.

“I hope you survive it." He muttered under his breath, rolling to the side but I caught it.

My brows formed a V. "Did you say something, Your Majesty?” I asked.

“No." He refuted, releasing a sharp sigh. "I didn't get to praise you, bunny. You were really good.”

All of a sudden, I forgot I was here to serve… or my life had been painfully led.

“Can I leave now?" I made an attempt to get up, but he held my arm and drew me back to lie beside him.

"If I'll be guilty by tomorrow, allow my wolf to have you around.” He spooned around me, throwing the blanket over us.

My wolf scented something and with the kind of unease I could feel within me, something wasn't right.