Chapter 30
Chapter 30
The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 30 by desirenovel
Aero
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It seemed that the decision to sleep beside her was wrong. Fuck.
I didn’t need to ask her what happened to us exactly. I didn’t need to know at all. The mess we were in
was enough to fill me with…displeasure. I didn’t need to know who started embracing who—although I
had the fucking feeling it was I who initiated it—shit. What I just needed to do was to extricate myself
out of the bed, to be far away from her as possible, and do it with fucking dignity.
I couldn’t ignore our situation nor could I ignore the fact that I just spilled my cum right on her front.
Agreed, this was an embarrassing thing to happen even for my standards and I just couldn’t believe
this woman had it all registered in her brain.
Seeing as I had no escape in this predicament, I growled low and speedily pulled myself up, positioned
my weight on top of her whilst seizing her wrists and placing them over her head.
In response, she gasped. Her eyes rounded in shock, but I could easily see the unexpressed question
in them: what the fuck was I doing?
Well…dear wife, I was just going to threaten you.
“Nobody…” I stated in a tone rich with hostility, “should know what happened here. If you yap, you’ll
suffer consequences, queen or not.”
I was confident that would do the trick, but instead of cowering and obediently nodding, she replied with
fire and boldness in her eyes.
“I am not the type who goes around gossiping, Your Majesty.”
I smirked at her statement.
“Hm, oh really? All women are the same. They have loose tongues.”
“Certainly not this woman!” she spat, sending me a laser-like glare. Guess I just hit her ego right there.
Good.
Out of the blue, I caught a whiff of something aromatic, sweet-scented; filling my nostrils with quick
euphoria. However, it was just faint and short-lived so I decided to ignore it.
“So you claim to be different…” I muttered, sparing a glance at her heaving chest and her cleavage that
was trying to get my attention.
She squirmed underneath me, but I automatically tightened my hold on her.
“I am different!” she cried out, clenching her teeth. “Whatever the reason why you hated our gender,
whatever you saw in us, do not judge me the same.”
“Prove it then,” I dared. “Show me that you are different.”
“Spend time with me first in order to get to know me better, then and then you’ll see just how different I
am,” she replied with determination.
“Then you’re staying in my kingdom,” I ordered in finality. I released her wrists and straightened, our
conversation done in my opinion. I planned to extract myself out of her presence but she was quick to
grab my elbow and pull me to face her.
“Wait, what?!” I saw the slight panic in her eyes. “But I need to go back to Earth!” she shouted. “I was
referring to you spending time with me there! Not here!”
I growled low, my patience already wearing thin.
“I kept my end of the bargain. I sent you back to the human realm. You, however, ended up in the
vampire realm yourself and despite my busy schedule, I had to get your ass out of that place. I saved
you from total brainwashing. I have done too much for you, woman. I refuse to do more.”
A bit of color drained from her face. “I thought you hated my presence here…” she whispered,
somewhat unsure of her claim. Her eyes wandered on the floor, maybe trying to recollect evidence that
would back her words against me. “I thought…I thought you want nothing to do with me? Why order me
to stay now?!”
“Don’t get me wrong, woman,” I whispered back. “I. STILL. DO.” Lifting my right arm up—the same arm
she had chosen to hold me—I showed her the wrist mark I had no doubt she would remember. “But
you left me a big headache in return.”
I noticed the recognition in her eyes as she stared at it. I wasn’t a mind reader nor a psychic but I was
certain I saw discomfort on her face first as she cringed, then hesitation as her eyes lowered and
avoided mine. It was followed by what looked like embarrassment as a bright red tinge transiently
appeared on her cheeks. Lastly, determination as she took a deep breath and looked back at me.
The boldness I saw in her earlier was reignited. Although I disliked it, it was a breath of fresh air from all
the women I came across as too frightened of me.
“We fix this problem first,” I continued, my voice still low and calculating. “Once done, then that’s the
time I sent you back to your beloved Earth.”
Not liking how dominating her grip felt on my elbow, I reversed our positions to my advantage. I twisted
our arms, grabbed her shoulders quickly, and pinned her back to the mattress.
She squirmed, but seeing just how much I enjoyed her struggle, she stopped instead and asked, “How
do you suppose we erase these marks then?”
“I am still looking for an answer. In the meantime, fulfill your duties as the Queen of Phanteon.”
She chuckled dryly.
“Like I have a choice on the matter. Are you done barking orders now?”
I paused and contemplated her question for a quarter of a minute. “For now, yes,” I answered
thereafter, but the short length of time was enough to divert my attention on another serious matter.
Hmmm… what was that smell? my mind commented after catching the awfully good scent again. My
wolf and lycan side however knew exactly the answer and for the first time since my wedding, we three
agreed on one fact:
She smells so good…
I breathed deeper, taking all of her potent scent in, but it was still not enough. I had to get to the source.
“Then would you mind if you get off of me now?” she voiced out, interrupting my train of thought.
She smells so good…
“You smell so…good.” I stiffened after realizing I just verbalized the words in my head. I inwardly
hissed. Damn, I couldn’t take back what I said. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Confusion clouded her eyes.
At a loss for words and in the beginnings of getting drunk with her scent, I did what I was powerfully
compelled to do at that very moment.
I dove in and sniffed her, trying to look for the very source of my intoxication. I felt her stiffen as the tip
of my nose met the skin of her neck.
“So sweet…”
“Your Ma…jes…ty?” she stammered to say. I ignored her, continuing down her chest.
“So fragrant…”
When still I couldn’t find the source, I hastened my search, lowering my head, reaching her waist until I
finally hit jackpot.
There it was. The smell I had been looking for.
It was slightly suppressed by the smell of my cum, but I could unmistakably draw out its aroma—the
pinnacle of this woman’s orgasm. Her cum.
Without thinking, I released her shoulders to hold her knees.
“Your Majesty!” she cried out again, but still I ignored her.
Swiftly, I hiked her dress up, bunching it on her waist whilst I spread her legs wide…wide enough for
me to see just how wet her underwear was. I didn’t think I caused this wetness so that meant she had
her own share of fun earlier.
Damn…
And it explained why she wasn’t flustered at the sight of me and my cum-soaked pants.
Fuck.
Still on a high, I dipped my face down and positioned it right at her center. Taking a deep inhale, I
closed my eyes and basked on its wonder.
Fuck. She smells so good.
“King Aero!” In anger, she shouted, instantly moving her legs to a close.
Bad move for her, good move for me.
My face was consequently pressed up in between her thighs. Like a domino effect, my nose hit her
mound.
Despite my careful control, I got lost to the contact. My mouth automatically opened. My tongue
generously eased out.
“Ohh…” I heard her say as I got the first taste of her against the confining cloth, licking her slowly at
first, testing her sweet wetness until I created a gentle suck.
“Ohhh!” Her hands moved to grab the strands of my hair. I felt her weight disappear on the mattress as
she arched her chest up.
I had to admit. Her smell of orgasm was intoxicating, but she tasted even bette—
“Oh shit!” I suddenly heard someone say. My spine chilled when I instantly realized it wasn’t from a
woman’s voice. It was from a man’s.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he said.
Fuck.
“Urggh, what is it, Elijah?” I hurried myself up and sat at the edge of the mattress in less than a second.
My wife had some sense to fix herself up too, pulling her dress down to cover her exposed legs.
“Fucking come back in!” I ordered when I noticed Elijah speedily retreating and closing the door.
“I really am sorry,” he poked his head on the opening, looking sheepish and diverting his eyes on the
floor. “I didn’t mean to cock block you, brother. I didn’t know you were with Quee—”
“What—” I stopped him whilst massaging my forehead, “do you…want?”
“Erhm…I just want to check if the queen is okay and also to bring Rhea to her,” he replied with
hesitation.
“Rhea is here?” my wife exclaimed behind me, effectively cutting what I was about to say.
“Uhm,” Elijah cautiously glanced at me first and then back to her when he saw the anger in my eyes, “Y
—yes, Your Highness. Rhea is waiting outside.”
Without care, she jumped out of bed and stood up beside me.
“Where can I go and change?” she asked, aiming the question to my red-faced brother.
My brows even knotted harder. I guess that meant we’re done huh?
“She can bring you to your own chamber, Your Highness,” he replied, glancing back at me with a grin
hidden on his face.
“Sounds great,” she announced and without asking for my permission, left the room as if she wasn’t
even ill yesterday.
Sensing my brother’s teasing coming any second, I closed my eyes and counted to ten; holding my
breath and then releasing it in a deep, long huff.
“What was that wet thing I saw on her—”
“Fuck Elijah,” I bit out, giving him a glare, “just don’t ask.”
“Hmm,” he let out in a sing-song voice, “you’re warming up to my sister-in-law pretty fast huh? Did you
saw Lord Hale as a competition? Were you worried she might leave you for him that’s why you’re
making a move now?”
I growled at him. He may be the best royal adviser in Phanteon, but sometimes his mind needed some
fine-tuning and his tongue, a trimming.
“What you saw was just an illusion.” I stood up and started walking to the bathroom but then I paused,
catching a glimpse of what looked like a wet smudge on the woman’s part of the bed. Must be my cum.
Must be hers. It didn’t really matter.
This sure as hell wasn’t just an illusion.
“An illusion?” he scoffed, then cast a glance on the bed, pointing the strong evidence for me. “You
make jokes now, brother?”
I hissed and shook my head. Fuck. Disappointment reverberated through my throat.
“If somebody wishes to speak to me, let them wait in the throne room,” I muttered under my breath,
choosing to change the subject.
I was getting conscious of my wet pants by the minute. It was time for me to change it, or better yet,
burn it for good. And yes, maybe, together with the mattress and all the sheets that came with it. I didn’t
need a good reminder of what happened in my room with her. I most certainly didn’t need a good
reminder of how toxically fragrant she was.
“I’ll relay your words, brother,” I heard Elijah say with a chuckle before I disappeared fast into my
changing room.
He didn’t need to see the growing bulge in my pants after remembering my fake wife, her soaking-wet
underwear, and the taste of her…
Author’s Note: Pussy-whipped, my King?