Theo grunts on top of me and my chest jiggles every time his manhood impales me. My body arches and I grab tightly onto the sheet. He continuously calls my name every time he thrusts. His voice still sounds like music, but the pleasing quality in it is replaced by the knowledge that he’s not only doing these intimate acts with me. He finally releases inside while my back touch the sheets again. He licks the corner of my mouth while waiting for his shivers to die down. “Kaiya, is our lovemaking becoming boring for you?” he asks. “I’m good,” I answer. My chest is still heaving from attempting to catch my orgasm, but failing to do so. “You want me to spice it up?” “Spice?” I ask. He sits up and takes my hand. He kisses it before saying, “Yes, to make it more enjoyable.” Rather than making our sex more enjoyable, shouldn’t he be thinking about how to ensure his harem women get pregnant? But after acknowledging it, pain shoots through my chest again. “How?” He reaches for the beds
His expression softens at my touch and words, and his hand loosens on Coe’s neck. “You are pained,” he says. His hand on Coe’s neck transfers to my hand and he brings it to his lips. I glance at Coe, who is coughing on the floor. Theo takes my attention from her and places a quick kiss on my lips. I pull back, but he wraps his arms around my waist. I can feel his erection in my belly. It’s throbbing and very ready to release. Certainly, the King has no problems with it. They just need to rouse him up. “I will show you how useless it is to bring my lover here. You are just going to earn my ire for even thinking of this.” A moment later, he lifts and carries me. When he drops me on the soft mattress, the realization hits me. I crawl away from him, conscious of the other women in the same bed. He catches hold of my ankle and sucks on it, down to the back of my knees. “Stop, Theo! Not here!” I kick him and turn over, but the movement is wrong and he just pins me on the bed. He rais
When morning comes, I sit up on the bed. I feel uncomfortable sitting down, but I feel like it is okay. This is a punishment for me, for even thinking that I can have a peaceful life with a King. “Miss Kaiya, Harbin sent an invitation for tea,” Meeghan informs. I did not look at her. I remember so clearly what happened last night. I wept so much that when I can cry no more, she asks one of my guards to lift me and place me on the bed in the King’s room. So here I am again, another painful existence in this castle. This is not what I envision when Theo brings me here from the hunting park. “I can tell him that you’re too tired. Besides, the path there is—” I raise my arm to stop her. I climb from the bed and say, “I need a bath and the perfect dress for a tea.” “Yes, Miss,” Meeghan says. “Accessories too. Something befitting of a King’s favorite,” I add. Meeghan nods and did as she is told. I am washed and brushed. Dressed in a beautiful white dress with a brown vest and a littl
However, Klevon only snorts. “What did you expect? This place is renovated so you will live peacefully here. The King wants you to feel at home, comfortable, and in your element here.” Klevon grins, “Aren’t you the favorite?” I clench my jaws and sit across from Klevon. “I am,” I answer, flinching when I feel the soreness on my crotch. Klevon gazes at me and then at Harbin. “Is she always like this? Ain’t she always in a bad mood? Or is it because of my presence?” I shift my attention from the two men to the garden outside the sunroom. The castle has a lot of rooms like this. The solid wall is on my right, and the glass is on my left, which overlooks the beautiful garden. I smirk. This is created for me, huh? Somehow, I can’t believe it. He doesn’t love me that much to think of me. Maybe, he made his castle this way so he can fuck his women while hiding from the passersby. He’s crazy like that. I’m sure someday, he will also ask me to have sex with him in those tall bushes. Then h
When my eyes opened, I became instantly aware that I lost my child. Meeghan is beside me and when she sees that I am awake, she runs towards the door and tells the guard. She is still telling them when I shift my attention to the window. The sun is high up. Maybe, it’s mid-afternoon or lunch? I wonder how long I slept? And this room, I am still in Theo’s room. I sit up from the bed, expecting pain, but there is only the discomfort due to lying a long time in bed. I smirk as I lean on the headboard. It’s my werewolf genes again. I just hope that I feel the pain of losing my child longer. Even when I lost my child, the pain is negligible that I didn’t even detect it, until I notice Meeghan’s look of terror as she stares at my skirt with the splotches of blood. I hear the rush of feet by the door and towards my bed. And I smell lavender even before Theo gathers me up into an embrace. I didn’t respond. I am not angry. Rather, I feel numb more than ever. Maybe, my heart has become too e
I feel the cold wind blow on my cheeks. I shift on the bed and cover myself to alleviate the cold. I open my eyes and see a man peering down at me. A huge man. I close my eyes and open them again. I sit up and am about to think about how to fight when huge hands cover my mouth. “Shhh, my dear werewolf,” his knees are already on my bed! “It’s only been a few months and you already forgot me?” He removes his hand from me. I blink and realize it is Klevon. It’s obvious he just shaved and cleaned himself. But other than that, he still looks the same hulking giant of pure muscle. He grins at me. “You miss me? The last mission I’ve been on took longer time than I thought,” he says. Rather than his mission, what the hell is he doing in my room?! Knowing him, I look at my clothes. The fabric is thin, but at least, it’s not see-through. “Hmmm, you are right,” he says. His eyes travel from my head to my stomach, which is thankfully covered by the blanket. “You need to change your clothes.
Like how we left our room, Klevon swoops into it through the window. He deposits me on the floor and I beam at him. I feel like it’s the first time I smiled since I lost my baby. “Thank you,” I say. Crouching on my windowsill, he says, “Turn around.” I did and I find Theo sitting on the chair of my study table. His eyes transfer from me to Klevon and back again. “What is this? Where you’ve been?!” he asks, suspicious. An introduction to his pain and anger. I shift my attention to Klevon and say, “You should leave.” “He is angry. I think I should stay.” “Leave!” I order. Besides, I don’t want him to see this. I doubt Theo’s love for me is real, but I never doubt the depth of his possessiveness over his whore—me. I braced myself for his jealousy. Yet, I am more afraid of myself. If he pushes me, if he forces me into the bed, I doubt that I can fight the mate bond. I will cry and struggle, but nevertheless, my body will enjoy it. And that debasement is something that I don’t wa
Hearing what I requested, Theo looks scalded. He stands up and retreats from me, almost stumbling at the thick carpet. “You don’t mean that,” he says as if he is seeing me for the first time. “Do you think I will joke about this?” “You marked me… You said you love me…” he says. His voice is barely a whisper. “My baby died, Theo. This mate bond with you is painful. I can’t undergo that same experience again.” “Then how about love?!” I look away. Right now, I just want to let go of this fake connection with him. “From now on…” he starts. He moves towards me again and lifts my chin. “My attention will be all yours. I will cherish you, like what I have always promised.” He leans down and I evade his attempt to kiss me. Forcibly, he makes me look into his eyes. I stare, or rather, I glare at him. “Sleep with me, Kaiya. I will focus on your pleasure. I will give everything to you.” “You want love, and yet, you offer the desire of flesh instead. Do you know how hypocritical you sou