15|| Burning Question 🔞

His hand fell to the side almost immediately and his eyes widened like he couldn’t believe what I had just said. He pulled back only to turn me around, his fingers holding onto my jaw and forcing me to look at him. For a moment, something different went through his gaze, something I didn’t quite understand and even before I could even begin to guess, or melted into a slow, wicked smirk.

“Well,” he grinned. “This is going to be fun.”

My throat bobbed as I stammered, “W…what are you talking about?”

“The king isn’t here right now,” he murmured, almost laughing, as he leaned closer toward me. His hand slid l over my breast and he began to knead it like it belonged to him. My breath caught as his thumb teased my nipple through the fabric. “And now that I’ve had a good look at you… I recognize you.”

He pressed his hips against mine, his erection digging into me as his other hand slid down, grabbing into my thigh before yanking me l against him. My heart pounded wildly as his lips brushed my ear.

“You’re the new little concubine, aren’t you? The sex slave. From what I remember, you haven’t even fucked by the king yet.” My breath got caught in my throat as he nibbled at ear. “Tell me, sweetheart, what are the odds you’ll even pass the seduction trial and make it into his bed, hm?”

Before I could answer, he tugged at the sleeve of my gown, to show my shoulder, if not for my bra barely covering me, I’d have been full on topless in the library. His mouth moved, hot and wet, kissing over the thin fabric before biting down just hard enough to make me moan.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered against my skin, dragging his tongue up my neck before biting down just hard enough to make it addicting. “And you smell like heat. Don’t fucking lie to me, your cunt’s already dripping through those pretty little panties, isn’t it?”

A broken whimper escaped my throat and I turned my head away, squeezing my thighs tight together in shame. But my body betrayed me, my hips trembled, and I was already pushing myself to his warmth.

I hated it. I hated how easy I was to read, how obvious every twitch and shiver made me. I hated that he could smell the juices sliding down my thighs before even touching me.

He laughed again, his deep voice booming into my ears. “It’s hard isn’t it. To want so much but you can’t ever have enough. Feeling like you’re never going to be satisfied. Trying to pretend you’re pure and innocent when your body craves to be used.” His breath fell over my ear. “And I heard a little rumor…” His lips kissed my skin, as his hand was sliding lower and lower. “…that you’re a white wolf.”

My breath caught in my throat.

It’s a lie! Dahlia, tell him it’s a lie!

“Tell me,” he murmured, pressing his hips harder against me, his erection now grinding against my stomach. “Why does the king get to be the only one who fills your tight little cunt? Why does he get to breed that ripe womb, to ruin you from the inside out? What makes him so special?”

He growled into my ear, a sound that felt etched to my soul. The same way he’s and his majesty’s eyes felt engraved in me. It made no sense, how two men could make my body feel so intense. I tried to say something but before anything could even leave my mouth, his hand shoved down the front of my panties.

“Wait, don’t!” I gasped, but my protest turned into a ragged moan when his fingers rubbed on my soaked bits.

“Fuck, I knew it.” He whistled as his two thick fingers slid through the wetness of my pussy, spreading my folds apart, before pressing against my swollen clit and sliding down to my entrance. “You’re dripping. So ready to be filled.”

Then he pushed in.

I cried out, my head pushing to slam back against the bookshelf but before it could his other hand grabbed at it to hold it in place. “Breathe little bunny, breathe.”

The stretch burned at first, but my juices coated him instantly, making my eyes widened as I looked up to see his beautiful eyes shining down at me.

He started off slow at first, dragging his fingers out until only the tips teased my pulsing clit, then he started plunging them back in deep, curling up to hit that sweet spot that made my knees buckle.

“Look at you,” he rasped, a small smirk dancing on his lips while he finger-fucked me. “Clenching around my fingers like a greedy little slut. I’m gonna have so much fun with you from now on.”

“Stop… please… I—I can’t—” I couldn’t even form a sentence. Every thought in my brain had gone to mush. My toes curled in my shoe as I gripped his neck.

“You can.” He twisted his wrist, pressing his thumb hard against my clit while his fingers fucked me faster, harder. “And you will.”

My body slumped against him and my chest heaved like I’d just ran a marathon.

He didn’t let me move. His arm locked around my waist, holding me tight, while his wet fingers dragged lazily over my swollen pussy lips, smearing the mess I’d just made. I whimpered, trying to close my thighs, but he chuckled low in my ear.

“Don’t hide now, little wolf. You came so hard for me. Your king hasn’t even touched you, and here you are falling apart for Daddy’s fingers.”

My stomach twisted as the words hit me like a ton of bricks. “S-stop… don’t call yourself that,” I stammered, my face burning.

“But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Someone to take control. Someone to own this needy cunt. Someone to ravage you till you can’t handle it anymore. Don’t lie now, you liked being fingered like a good little girl, now you’re already squeezing your thighs together, desperate for cock.”

“No!” I tried to turn my head, but his grip on my jaw refused to let me look away. “I am a royal concubine, it doesn’t matter if I like it or not. What matters is that my body and loyalty belongs to the king. If we get caught, we’re both going to be in trouble.”

His smirk widened, amusement dancing in his eyes. “That mask-wearing tyrant? Isn’t he ugly and disgusting to look at? People call him a monster—”

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot up, trembling with anger.

But he caught it midair, his fingers closing around my wrist easily like it was a fly. His brows lifted, his eyes gleaming like a wolf amused by its prey.

I yanked myself back with all my strength, stumbling until I dropped to my knees, gasping for breath. My nails dug into my palms, but I forced myself to sound cold and unafraid.

“Stay away from me,” I spat. “Call me what you want, do what you please but never insult my husband again, do you hear me?”

He froze. For the first time, his smirk falling and replacing, replaced by something I couldn’t read. Then he scoffed. “Husband? What husband? You’re barely his concubine. You haven’t even been touched by him. You’re nothing but a sex slave. You can’t—”

“I don’t care what you think.” My voice cracked but I rose to my feet on trembling legs. I pushed my shoulders back, lifting my chin. “I said what I said.”

I stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body, though my entire being screamed at me to run. My eyes didn’t look away from his. “I am the king’s woman. What are you?”

He couldn’t even answer my burning question.