What Do You Want?

Morgan's POV

I couldn't help but smile with a cocked brow. Good. At least now he was using his brain. Thank goodness the food wasn't poisoned.

He put the spoon in my mouth. I moaned when I came in contact with the hot meal. It was so damn delicious.

I watched his throat bobble as I licked the spoon while still maintaining eye contact with him. Poor thing. Am I that attractive?

He didn't seem convinced for some reason when he took it out. He scooped from another corner of the plate and brought it to my mouth again.

I licked the spoon dry. This man did it again, and I just settled right into his bed.

“Feed me the whole thing at this point. It's not poisoned. Why would I poison you again when I'm creative enough to look for another misfortune for you to fall into?”

“Hmm.” He listened. He started eating his food while I watched him because I was fascinated. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I just wanted to watch him devour and enjoy his meal.

At a point he nodded his head in approval, taking a sip of water.

“So you like it?” Of course he did, but I wanted him to say it.

“Very much. Never knew you could actually cook.”

I shrugged my shoulders, my cheeks rather flushed.

“Self taught. I'm talented like that.”

“I totally agree with you. It's delicious.”

He ate the whole thing in a matter of minutes.

“I want more.”

“I made just a portion.”

He didn't like that. He pushed the tray away, settling right into his bed and just looking at me, clearly unsatisfied and very much displeased.

“So what happens to me now? You ate a couple of spoons of my food.”

“That you fed me, so how is that my fault?”

“I want it back, every single spoon.”

“It's gone. Down my stomach.”

“If that's the case, you should offer yourself to me. I might get full then.”

I wore a coy smile, understanding him perfectly.

“I don't think so. I want heavy lust to be the one of the reasons for your downfall. I want you in that clouded daze for as long as possible.”

His head tilted, a small smile tugging at a corner of his lips.

“Yeah? Then how about you come here?”

He dragged me to him anyway, and he started pulling down one of the straps of my long dress as I straddled him on his bed. I watched the whole thing in anticipation.

He pulled it down, and my breast was almost out, one of them.

He drew me closer, and he pressed a wet kiss to my chest.

I bit my lips, wanting more.

With his eyes on me, he dragged it down completely, my very erect nipple making an appearance. His greedy eyes fell on it, then his fingers met it. I let out a soft moan when he started softly and slowly flicking a finger over it.

“Your tits are beautiful.” With that, he pulled down the other strap, and he did the same to the other nipple, flicking as wickedly as he could. Sometimes he'd squeeze them as hard as he could, teasing me to ruins.

He squeezed both like they belonged to him, which they clearly didn't.

I'm so shameless to never want it to end.

“Hmm, I want more.” He groaned.

He didn't ask for permission, and deep down, maybe it was because he didn't need it.

He stuck out his tongue, and he rolled it over the very tip of my nipple. I recoiled in severe need.

Something electric moved through me, and it made me mad. He did it again and again, and when he finally sucked the nipple into his mouth, I lost my mind.

He's a wicked expert, but I tried not to give him the satisfaction.

“I probably coated my nipples with poison.”

He was full of my breast, his voice incoherent, but I did hear.

“Ask me if I give a fuck, Morgan.”

The noises he made, like he'd been dying to do it. At a point I started swallowing back my moans, but Azriel wasn't having it. Azriel sucked hard on them, mercilessly, leaving marks, I started screaming at a point.

He wanted me to show how affected he was making me.

I let Azriel feed on my breasts or a better word is, I wanted his hot mouth on me, just for a little while. It was all for me, nothing for him, I didn't care about him.

When he was done with me, it felt like several years had passed, like I had just come back from a very long journey.

My tits were sore and ugly, full of marks.

I just sat beside him, staring at nothing, breathing hard, and I had a feeling I looked crazy. I was wetter than water.

“You're being so nice and sweet right now, should I be scared?”

I faced him, hungry, wishing I could eat his face.

“No, you're good.”

“Don't you want more?”

“What more?” My brows raised. He inched closer, bringing his face to mine.

“Let me cum inside you, my queen. It doesn't make sense for you to torture me like this when I spared your life.”

He couldn't be serious.

“When I offered you my body like an idiot days ago, you said no. You said you don't trust women with revenge plans. What changed your mind?”

“So now you'll deny yourself pleasure just to teach me a lesson.”

“Smart boy.”

“I'm a man, not a boy. You're excused, carry your tray with you, and I expect my next meal soon. If it's not enough, I'll have you, whether you like it or not.”

I made enough after taking care of myself in my quarters, even though I wasn't scared of his threats. Soon, the week ran out, and I was free of punishment.

One of those days, he came to my room to bother me, but it honestly wasn't what I was expecting.

He seemed rather withdrawn and maybe nervous for some reason, and trust me, he did hide it well, I just know him a lot more than what was considered normal. I hated how well I could read him. Something was wrong.

“How may I help you?”

As usual, he looked nothing less of the king that he was, so handsome and breathtaking.

He let himself into the room and took a seat at the foot of my bed. I eyed him suspiciously.

“What?”

He let out a sigh.

“Some of the council members are acting funny. I'm trying to seal a deal with another pack, but it feels like they are deliberately trying to sabotage me.”

“Oh. That's news for sure.”

I nodded my head in agreement even though I simply couldn't care less.

It absolutely wasn't news. Those people hated me to death, so I understand. I was just shocked they were doing it to him. I mean, they betrayed me totally for him, right?

“This is one hell of a pack, must've been tough for you to manage alone, my queen.”

“No, I was doing well.” Because I was. I was having the time of my life.

A contagious smile tugged at the side of his lips.

“Sure, fucking brag.”

“Hmm, seems I can't say the same for you then. You can't manage the pack? Maybe give it back.”

“Maybe I should.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, the way he spoke softly, his voice smooth.

Was he patronizing me or something?

“What do you want, Azriel? I was on my own, minding my own business—”

“Maybe mind mine. I need your help.”