TRIBUTE TO THE LYCAN KING: The Ironblood Heiress

SERAPHINA’S POV

I had just finished my duties when Alpha Caelum Ashford stumbled into my room. I looked up from the book I was reading, surprised to have company since I was not expecting anybody.

“Alpha Caelum? Are you lost?” I asked politely. “You are in the servant quarters.”

“I… know,” he mumbled, grabbing a seat and plopping down. “I… I… came to see you.”

I squinted my eyes, taking a proper look at him in the dim table light. Of course he was drunk. Alpha Caelum never stammers unless he is heavily drunk and he definitely never enters the servant quarters.

I dropped my book, standing up to my feet to help him up. “I'll help you to your quarters now.” I said, but he grabbed my arm firmly, before I could even touch him.

“I say sit. I want to talk to you.” He commanded, his voice final and terrifying.

I had no choice but to sit down.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, coming back to his senses. “I just needed someone to talk to.”

“It's fine.” I replied, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. What followed was a bitter laughter from his end.

“Do you have a sibling?” He asked out of nowhere.

I was completely taken unawares. “What?”

“Tell me about your family.” He said, studying my face like a book.

I closed my eyes for a moment feeling the familiar sting that I always felt when I was asked about my family.

“I have no one. I don't know my family, I'm an orphan.”

His hands tightened into a fist. “I'm sorry.” He replied. From his face I could tell that he was hurting. Something was troubling him deeply and that was why he came into my room.

Silence covered the room like a wet blanket, cold and harsh. Then he spoke again.

“I was supposed to have a sister.” He said quietly.

I looked up at him, trying to understand him. “What do you mean?”

His jaw tightened.

“My mother…” he continued. “She was heavily pregnant the day it happened. And I… I…”

I reached out to him, holding his hands that were slightly shaking. “What happened?”

“She died.” He replied painfully. “I killed my own mother and my sister.”

I squatted beside him, holding him closer to myself, not because I wanted to, but that was what the situation required. I wasn't supposed to be this close to him, he was the alpha while I was just a servant, but I just couldn't sit back and watch him unravel because of the pains in his past.

“You didn't kill her,” I said gently. I knew because I had heard the story. How he was just a kid playing with other pack children by the royal court when a car nearly hit him. His mother's first instinct was to save her child, so even though she was heavily pregnant, she ran to the road and saved her son taking the hit in his place.

“Your mother loved you very much, my lord. She died because she loved you so much and she would give her life to save yours.” I replied, still holding him.

He stood up slowly, holding my two hands and looking into my eyes.

“Do… Do you really think so?” He asked tearfully.

I nodded, tears had formed in my eyes too because I had never seen the alpha of Ironblood this vulnerable and emotional until today. And something passed between us. A quiet understanding of the pain, hurt and guilt he had to carry while talking on his royal responsibilities dutifully and flawlessly.

But nothing prepared me for what happened next.

When he kissed me, my eyes widened, then I blinked. I pulled back immediately.

“You are tired, my lord. Maybe I should help you to bed.”

“Please,” he said quietly and I couldn't resist those eyes which looked at me in a tender manner.

I opened my mouth to speak but he shut me up with a kiss which was more intense this time, sending heat down my neck.

I didn't push back, I didn't pull out. I kissed him back, savouring the faint taste of gin and alcohol on his lips.

His hands wrapped themselves around my waist, drawing me and slowly, my hands flew to his neck, our tongues found each other, enjoying the warmth that was created when our tongues intertwined.

He lifted me up, and suddenly wrapping my legs round his waist just felt like the right thing to do. Our lips were still locked in a fierce but passionate kiss, we were out of breath but we didn't want to let go.

Slowly, steadily, he dropped me on my small but firm bed and broke the kiss. My chest rose and fell in waves as he stared deeply into my eyes like he was searching for something he could only find in my soul.

“Should I?” He asked quietly. I nodded slowly. He didn't even need to ask. I had fallen in love with him since I was sixteen and he had finally shown me that he felt the same way about me. What I didn't know was that I could be wrong.

He took his time in taking off the grey uniform I had on, then smacked his lips as he paused, taking in the sight of me on just my undies.

“Your breasts are lovely.” He whispered, planting a kiss on each of them.

He didn't stop at just my breasts. He kissed my chest, my arms, my stomach, and stopped at the top of my pants. “I can't wait to see how you taste down there, he murmured in my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes, biting the bottom of my lips to stop the moan trying to escape them. His fingers were below my abdomen, touching, teasing and playing with my clitoris despite still having my pants on. My clit was hard, aroused and hungry, begging for his dick.

A gasp escaped my lips as he touched the wet area of my pants. A grin spread across his lips. “You want me, say it.”

I shuddered. “I… I want you,” I moaned.

He had shifted my pants to the side, thrusting me with his fingers. Softly, patiently, like he had all the time in the world to do just that. But I was going insane.

“Please…” I begged. He chuckled, then ignored me and planted a kiss on my lips while simultaneously unhooking my bra from behind.

“I want to suck your breasts first.” He murmured, using one finger to play with my nipples. “I bet they're so soft. Your nipples are hard for me, you dirty, little slut.”

I moaned softly, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as he worked on my pussy simultaneously. One hand fumbled my breasts, the other fucked my pussy softly while stimulating my clit and his lips shut my up, stoping me from moaning too loud.

Until I didn't know what was happening to me. I lost all sense of time and place, my legs were shaking wildly, my whole body vibrating then something warm and liquid poured out of me, spreading itself on his fingers.

“You came, you dirty slut. Now you've earned my dick, open your mouth.”

I obeyed, opening my mouth wildly. He buried his dick inside my mouth. Groaning in satisfaction as he fucked my mouth with his dick.

“I'm going to cum and you're going to swallow it. Do you understand?” He growled while thrusting harder.

I tried to nod but it was difficult with him grabbing my head like that. “Fuck!” He growled as his cum shot down my throat, warm and salty. I swallowed everything.

“Good. Now I'm going to fuck your tight pussy. Turn around and bend, I need your ass.”

I did as he commanded and he spread my legs, positioning himself properly before placing the cap of his dick on my pussy, teasing me.

“Please…” I begged, my pussy was throbbing hard.

“Fine,” he mumbled. “I wanted you to drip all over me before I start but you're impatient, so brace yourself.”

He thrusted into me slowly and placed his hands on my mouth to muffle my screams.

“Fuck you were a virgin,” he growled as his dick filled up my insides. Pleasure and pain crashed inside me in waves, but he fucked me harder, tightening his hands around my lips to stop my screams and moans from disturbing the other servants.

“You're so close, I can feel it,” he groaned, increasing his pace till I almost couldn't keep up.”

“Fuck!” He groaned as we came together. He held me tight for a second, and we collapsed on my small tiny bed at the same time.