บททั้งหมดของ The Rogue King's Cursed Mate : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

˙❥ His words hovered over the air like smoke — thick, fluid. My mouth opened to say something, anything but they got stuck in my throat. I looked toward the door and it was slightly ajar. This could be my chance, I thought to myself, dashing forward to the door but I was met with a hard body. I glanced up and surprisingly, Ryker was standing before me with a grin that said 'you can't run from me' painted on his cheeks. His hand held firmly to the knob. Panic clawed at the chest, removing every bit of hope and filling it with fear. “How?” My voice was supposed to be firm but it came out shaky instead. I frantically looked around the room. The window curtain had been pulled down, with only just enough light to illuminate the room. This was even scarier. “How?” He held his chin high, as if I had just asked a ridiculous question, but was it? How he was able to move quickly like a ghost before I could, was not something to calm me one bit. “You really underestimated me, Valkyrie,

★ My eyes lazily skimmed over her form beside me. She held on tightly to the hem of the duvet over her chest, trying miserably to cover her breasts. I should have told her to leave but I couldn't bring myself to do so. The image of her beneath me. The way her heart beat fastly against my chest. Her plea. Her moans. And her wet, slick cunt when I thrust into her. They all surfaced in my head, making it hard for me to see anything else. The ceiling suddenly turned to mist and her naked body was what occupied my vision. The excited dance Karl did the moment I let all my resolve break. It melted my heart. Karl had wanted to take over, and I didn't blame him; who wouldn't want to have a first-hand taste of his mate? *Our mate!* He purred. Claiming. Marking. Taking what's ours. Mine! My balls tightened again and my hand snaked around her waist. She didn't refute; instead, she arched her waist towards me, and her arse within the duvet brushed my bulge. I lowered m

˙❥ My hands flew over my mouth, concealing the shock that almost flew out of my lips. “Azi?” I said after a while. Sprawled on the bed was my friend with a man over her, screwing her like she wasn't a fucking human. A loud gasp escaped her lips as they both scurried out of the bed, frantically searching for their clothes that were disposed of on the floor. “It— It's not what—what you think, Val.” Azira stammered, rushing out of the door while the guy behind worked his clothes over his body at a slow pace, as if he had just gotten out of a good night's sleep. “What do you think I am thinking?” I whispered, wrapping my arms beneath my bosom. “I wanted to tell you but—” Azira looked around before turning to me. “Can we speak properly when we get to the room?” “Okay.” I dismissed, staring at the guy now standing closely behind, who happened to be one of the Pack's warriors. He has black, curly hair that's scattered, I guess, from their make-out. Sharp blue eyes and lips as red as

★ “We can't do this here.” Noura's lips covered the low grunt that left my throat. My breath hitched, and I budged my hips as her hand touched the tip of my cock. “Watch me!” “We're in your house, Nou—” I said between kisses but she wasn't hearing any of it. “Can you shut up?” Her fingers wrapped around my cock — firm, tight. Just there. She didn't move up or down, just gripping hard, making my cock throb within her palm. “Noura.” My voice came out painfully low and sharp. Hot air leaving my lips. “Shh.” She placed her finger against her tight lips, “Let me do the talking, Alpha.” My hand held the chair tight with veins popping out of my skin while the other moved around her waist, bringing her closer. A shiver ran through my spine. Her fingers tangled in my hair, breasts closer, brushing my chest within my robe. She pulled out her hand in time to straddle my thigh perfectly. The hem of her lavender gown is rolled up above her knees, and her supple, fair lap bounced on

˙❥ “You look…I don't know, but aren't you happy you're going to be free? For me, I had to wait for a year before I got replaced by another slave. You're lucky.” Azira rambled. Only if she knew the turmoil pondering in my head. How do I tell her that a part of me didn't want this to end? That I have tasted the forbidden fruit and I crave it? I want it. She would call me stupid. Crazy. Or even something worse. My fingers twitched, curling into a ball. A sickly heat burned in my gut, bitter and relentless, fighting with every ounce of reasoning. “Noura shouldn't have been in this picture.” The words slipped out like a ghostly whisper. “You say?” Azira strained her ears, her eyes merely an inch from my face. I raised my head, my nose flared, but it was not obvious. “Did you say happy?” “Why? Why are you sounding like that?” “I mean… I am excited.” I laughed dryly, swallowing the thick fog and sharp words in my tongue. “Yeah. You will be free soon.” Azira resumed