Chapter 27

Alaric

First, I'm not in the right state of mind to think that she's just bound to be my stress, my frustration, and embarrassment.

She looks like someone who just survived a war without even trying.

Coming between me and Gray is something I never expected.

When she spread her arms to shield him, like he wasn't the same person who wanted her dead.

I must say, my heart thuds so loudly that I assume I'm sick and those big eyes of hers do nothing but innocently taunt me.

What was the reason I chose her? Even I can't tell or it's because she's an interesting puzzle that I needed to solve.

I thought gray was the only kid to be a bother but now, she's just...

"Sooo?"

Her voice is like a siren in my head as she twirls her fingers and then glances at me, acting all naive.

I can't even say a word to her without memorizing my speech or I'd be caught off guard.

I'm afraid she is not a tool to be exploited or controlled by her body movement.

I was too angry not to avoid her but then I couldn't even do anything to her.

"When does the ride begin?"

She sounds excited rather than cringing for the fear of even sighting a dragon.

I never meant that she'd ride a dragon, but she's more than thrilled, and there's happiness wearing her out.

"Will I see the world up high before the dragon falls on me and then I smash into pieces"

What is she? She's talking about death like it's a trophy and I'm stupid for listening to her unreasonable talks.

Her nose keeps bleeding but she used her palm to wipe it off. Even the way she flails her hands, it's...it turns me on.

Look away Alaric.

I did, I wanted to, but I ended up grabbing her, yanking her closer to my sizzling body, and then smeared my lips against hers.

To taste her over and over again and it's the same feeling, the same tingles on my body.

My mask pressed against her face as our teeth clashed, our tongues clashed, and I napped every breath, tasting it.

She tries to break out, but it's a futile effort, not when I'm so hungry to devour her.

She gasped in my mouth, her hands surrendering as they rested on my arms.

My hands went to the back of her hips as I lifted her up a bit and her legs instinctively went around my waist.

She wants this and her body can't deny it. I terminated the kiss as she tried to breathe, her hands were holding my collar now as her tongue licked her lower lip.

Her eyes held lust as they lingered on my face. I pinned her to the wall, glancing at her chest.

"Do you also think I have no breasts?" She whispers in a seductive tone, like she knew I was staring.

I scoffed as I couldn't believe she was acting sassy when I hate her, yet I want to break her.

"I'd see about that," I said, grabbing her shirt and shredding it just to explore her body.

It fell to her waist length, and I realized there was no bra on her.

She screeched quickly, trying to cover up, as the sassy nature vanished as soon as I almost intended to strip her naked.

She's scared yet her eyes were pleading for me to go ahead. Those breasts beg for a squeeze, and they jingle as she writhes her body.

"They're... little," I said, not taking my eyes away, and a slap landed on my face.

What? Did she just touch my face?

It felt like a brush and I grit my teeth, totally outraged by her act. She's angry just as I am.

"I'm your wife, you should compliment them not support your brother"

Did she just refer herself to my wife? Haven't she heard the rumors?

Wait! She called herself my wife and I'm totally flustered.

I smirked at her, suddenly wanting to put her on edge.

Her hands were covering those breasts and I didn't want them to be touched by her, but me.

"They're so tiny that I can pluck them out with a touch..."

Another slap lands on me, but her palm must be aching because it hits my mask, not my face.

She enjoys touching my face and I totally forgot who I was.

I think I need a therapist to remind me just who I am again for letting a breakable peasant hit me twice rather than burning her.

Those hands left her breasts as though wanting me to see how pulp they were, and they kept bouncing.

They haven't been touched or sucked before, I can sense that. The small of her hair stands at its end.

I pinched her nipples with my fingers, and she winced, her thighs grasping my hips while her hands held my wrists to push my hand away from her breasts.

But I grabbed them, yanking them hard with my hands.

She wails as her body turns red, they're mine to harm, and I squeezed them so roughly that it sent a jolt to her brain, and her legs broke from my waist, but I didn't let those legs drop.

My body pressed her to the wall as she placed her hands on my hair.

I don't like them touching me but it's strange that I want hers on me.

It was so warm that it boiled my cold body. Having to use my bare hands on her feels exceptional.

It's like I don't have to get tensed that a life will be lost by my touch and I drew my lips to hers.

"You're such a dead wolf!" I barked, grappling her neck, but her lips let out a moan as her eyes sank inside.

"Just don't break...my bones, I still need them to ride a dragon," she fires so bravely as she chokes.

It's certainly her dream to ride a dragon and that's fascinating.

"You're definitely going to be riding on their leader"

She widened her eyes, baffled by my words, as she gulped hard, and then I saw a smile in her eyes.

"Let's see if that leader is worth the ride," she counters, blowing my mind off, but I just smirk at her.

How did we get to this? I don't know except the fact that I have torn her dress almost naked before me, and staring at her makes my blood ripple.

I dropped her from me, just to lucidly explore that body of hers while she stands.

Her silk body glistens as one hand covers her breasts and the other her pussy.

Although she still has her panties on, it's soaking wet, which even makes her look ashamed of her body reaction.

I growl, trying to tease her a little even though my hard cock can't take more of the suspense.

"Someone's already wet for the leader"

She's speechless and that furious look on her face only shows a sign that she's giving in to her body.

I moved from her, dragging the chair that stayed close to the window, and then stopped moving with it when I got adjacent to her.

I sat on it, spread my legs, and said coldly;

"Crawl to me"

"What? I'm not some snake," she mused, not even ashamed that she has those breasts facing me.

I gasped, totally losing it. She's not even sexy, can't even be bent to my own will.

"Get on your knees"

"I'm not begging you for sex"

Okay! This is where I draw the curtains because she's too much. She's so serious, replying to me when I need her to do things.

"Come to me!" I barked, still trying to maintain a calm demeanor, as her fingers were harassing her nipples; those breasts were still sore from my pulling, and I wanted to suck them.

"For what?" She unexpectedly asked, looking curious, as if it were a strange word to her.

I didn't even know I had grabbed a knife which lay on the desk beside me, the very knife I used to chop an apple a while ago.

I threw it at her, and she quickly fell to her knees to avoid being hit. I want to ruin her for her disobedience and how she frustrates me, but then, she's thrilling.

Angrily, I snarled and fired;

"If I say you should crawl to me, you fucking do that!"