The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 50 by desirenovel
The moment I arrived in the hot springs of Mount Thersa, that’s when I realized I made a mistake. Over the dark horizon, the snow moon was taking form, beckoning me, mocking me with its crescent shape. Hell, it was day one of its phases and I was already too late to notice it.
I wouldn’t have brought Serena here if I did, but the deed was done. What was left now was to have her swim in the hot spring and leave the place. Stat.
To remedy my problem, I told her an hour of swimming was enough. Normally, I’d be immune to its first and second phases unlike the other weres in my kingdom, so I deemed myself safe. I could behave, keep my hands to myself.
For now at least.
As the Alpha King, my sense of hearing was already superb, but I felt it was more sensitive now as Serena, naked for sure, continued to swim, creating splashes and waves like a nymph, and it was damn teasing me. I was super aware of her and I was a stupid man to allow myself in this precarious situation.
I had acted on a whim and now I was paying for it big time.
I told her I wouldn’t peek and I was keeping it. I had no intention whatsoever other to let her try the hot spring and ergo, she’d be invigorated from today’s hard labor. It was the least I could do. She surpassed my expectations and I must admit, she impressed me.
As I waited for her to finish bathing, I looked up at the starry sky and took a deep, controlled breath. The steam around me heated my skin, but there was also another heat that was most potent slowly pushing itself to the surface. It was collecting in between my loins, fuck.
Again, I thought to myself I would be immune, and yes, I was, but with this woman—my untouched wife no less—with me in a place that was only roofed with stars, my control and patience snapped.
I had dreamed too much of her, dreamed too much of us making love…and as much as I told myself I abhorred a female’s body, with her, I could make an exception. When I submit, then I prefer to submit to this woman.
Deciding it was the right time, I turned to fully face her, and I was right, she was a beautiful apparition inside the pool: eyes bright with surprise; lips slightly parted and flush red for me to relish; hair wet, covering her ample breasts; slender shoulders and neck; a shapely waist; and wide hips hidden underwater.
My wolf and lycan sides howled inside. Yes, I was ready to claim a woman. I was ready to claim her.
I let out an unsteady breath just as my body stiffened. Having the king behind me—feeling his hard figure, feeling his sinful hands on my waist—lit a thousand fireworks inside my stomach.
“So, you want to join me here after all,” I said, managing to calm the shakiness of my voice.
He lowered his face more; his nose brushing just barely my shoulder. I heard a deep growl first before he stated, “I wasn’t planning to, but you’re a stubborn queen, trying to test me to no end. Now, face the consequences.”
I felt his mouth touch my skin at that moment. My eyelids squeezed shut and I released a soft cry. Then, his tongue followed, tracing a wet path along my shoulder. My breathing died out. An exhilarating thrill traveled down my back. It spread fast to my arms and legs and lit a fire inside me.
That same thrill reignited again when both his hands hiked up to my midsection, stopping just short of an inch away from my breasts. This time, the intoxicating sensation didn’t spread to my limbs. It collected in between my thighs, inside my core, consequently melting me.
“Hmm,” I voiced out and staggered forward. He caught me easily with a dark chuckle.
“You’re so sensitive, my queen.”
He tightened his grip and pressed me flush against his chest. “And so fragile too. I could easily break you.”
“I know you won’t hurt me,” I stated, my breathing picking up and turning hot. Something hard brushed past my butt. I was immediately educated about his growing need, the need that was similar to mine.
“No, but what I’m about to do is so much more than that, Serena.”
His mouth tasted me again, aiming for my neck. I threw my head back, crying out an unintelligible sound as he lapped, sucked, and tickled me.
“Your Majesty…” I breathed out; my knees buckling.
“My name…” he whispered in my ear, “I permit you to say my name.”
“Aero…” I softly said. Now, I could say he was really opening up to me.
Through my half-lidded eyes, I saw his right hand dip underwater. Then, I gasped as that same hand found my core. He slid two fingers without delay, spreading my folds, and after locating my clit, pressed it, and pressed it good.
With that, he drew a heightened moan from me.
His other hand cupped my breast and squeezed it. His thumb didn’t delay. It tested my nipple, aching as it was for some treatment, and rolled it in the most stimulating way possible.
His tongue found my earlobe, nibbled it first before issuing a stern order, “Whimper for me, Serena.” His voice was dark and sultry. Deadly. He was taking charge the way I want him to.
Continuing to assault my core, he rubbed it up and down and tested my entrance with his tips. He gave it some good caressing before finally drawing out my arousal. It was slick and slippery against my folds and against his fingers. This was my proof that he was doing it right. His chest vibrated with satisfaction.
He returned his attention on my clit and enfolded his fingers around it, awarding me another high dose of titillation. The hot spring water, with the continued movements he created, tossed small waves around us. It was not in danger of spilling, but it was enough to create a disturbance on the naturally upward steam.
I continued to whimper as he went on and on, no hint of stopping at all. My breathing turned ragged and fast in the next few minutes. With my weak hands, I grabbed his biceps, gripping them as hard as I could, grounding myself, and preparing for what was to come.
With his rubbing growing faster and harder, and together with the sucking of his mouth on my neck, finally, I let out a scream, gloriously heralding my orgasm inside the half-formed cave.
I bucked forward, disengaging my neck with his mouth, but his fingers, oh, they were unrelenting. They stayed comfortably on my core. Using them, he prolonged my heavenly suffering, lengthening my orgasm threefold.
I cried again, and cried, and gloriously cried. The erotic sounds I made filled the whole cave. It probably echoed to the rest of the valley, but I didn’t care.
I reached for a flat rock and pressed my forehead against it, using it as support from the dizzying feeling that had enveloped me. I was unsure if this was his form of foreplay, but oh goodness, if it was, then I’m in for a lot of crying.
“That’s it. Release it for me, my queen,” he drawled, giving me space to recollect myself. He pulled his fingers out and from the reflection of the mirror, I saw him sniff and lick my juice off. It was the most erotic picture I had seen in him and it validated how he craved for me.
With my heartbeat still racing and my lungs still double working, I gathered myself and faced him. What I saw right then and there were his eyes heavy with desire.
“Aero…” I whispered. He didn’t let me finish. With precision and speed, he lifted me up wedding-style, brought me near the smooth boulder where his shirt rested and pressed me against it, consequently trapping me in place. I wasn’t planning on leaving at all, yet he was making it sure I wouldn’t disappear.
The same hands that had pleasured me earlier now cupped my face. “You are mine, Serena,” he said before sealing my mouth with his. I couldn’t reply to that even if I wanted to. He didn’t give me a chance.
Three times? Four times? I had forgotten how many times we kissed, but I still vividly remember how hot and needy they were all are. His kiss now was the same: so full of power, so full of passion. The only thing that really demarcated it from the others was how prolonged it was. Our kisses in the past were short, hurried, and abrupt. Now, I felt as if he didn’t want our kiss to end.
“Kiss me back, Serena,” he groaned when I didn’t fully respond to his advances despite really, really wanting to.
Slowly, I shook my head and stared at him as if pleading.
“Don’t start this if you intend to leave me hanging, Aero. I’m surrendering myself to you now. I am at your mercy. Don’t chicken out halfway.”
He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows.
“No, I’ll finish this,” his eyes turned even more hooded. “We will finish this, Serena. There will be no loser or winner tonight. Just you and me—a man and a woman. A husband and a wife.”
His words turned me on. Heavens, it really turned me on.