*Isla*
King Maddox is lying in my bed… with his arms around me. He is holding me like I am something of high value to him, something precious, and for the first time in my life, I start to think maybe I am more than just the daughter of well-meaning parents who had misfortunes and could never quite make ends meet.
Maybe I have some worth to me after all.
I drift off and have pleasant dreams the rest of the night, mostly about him, this amazing man who has me tucked away against his chest, cradling me in my sleep.
In the morning light, I awake, thinking at first he is likely gone, but he’s not. His firm chest is still beneath my head, and when I lean up to look at him, his eyes are wide and looking into mine.
“Good morning, Isla,” he says. “Did you sleep well the rest of the night?”
“Yes, I did, thank you,” I tell him, still trying to figure out whether I am awake or caught up in a dream again.
Why is the king still in my bed?
“That’s good to hear.” He runs his hand along my cheek, caressing me, like he did last night. It makes my face heat, and I can feel my skin tingle all the way down my neck, to my spine.
“H-how did you sleep?” I ask him.
“Wonderful,” he says with a smile. “That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.”
I can’t help but grin at him. I’m glad to hear that. If he told me I was snoring or talking in my sleep, that would be embarrassing.
“I have a meeting in about an hour,” he explains.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I start to move away from him, but he holds me tight.
“It’s okay.” He brushes his hand through my hair. “I have a little time.”
I had thought I was what was preventing him from leaving before—because I am still lying on top of him, and he didn’t want to disturb me.
But in his eyes, I see a hint of something I saw last night, when we were headed to his room, before the bloody incident with Zabrina.
Maddox pulls me to him, and his mouth presses against mine. I am aware of my stale breath, but he doesn’t seem to care as his tongue taps against my lips, begging me to open.
I do, and he slides inside of my mouth. He tastes like mint, which makes me a bit jealous, but after he kisses me for a few moments, my mouth begins to taste fresh, too, and I find myself responding.
My hands roam along his chest. I wish he didn’t have this shirt on. I want to feel his skin against my palms. I want to run my fingers along the muscles of his chest and abdomen.
The king rolls me onto my back, and he is hovering over me, the kisses becoming deeper now. I am reminded of the first time he was on top of me and how I was both scared and mesmerized. He moves his mouth to my ear and nips at my lobe, his hand caressing my breast through my nightgown.
I didn’t think I’d be having sex with the king for the first time in broad daylight, and I begin to wonder about my body. What if he thinks I am too skinny? My ribs are still showing a bit….
His mouth is on my neck and I feel heat radiating from between my legs. I no longer care about anything but the feel of him on top of me.
His hand slides down my side and tugs my nightgown up around my waist, and I wonder what in the world he is doing.
Especially when he slips down, kissing my stomach along the way.
He lifts his head, and I open my eyes to see what he is doing. He is only smiling at me, and I give him a questioning look before he hooks his thumbs through my wet panties and pulls them down.
My eyes widen—I can’t believe this is happening!
I find myself lifting my hips to help him slide them off, and then he untangles them from my feet and tosses them on the floor. My heart is pounding in my chest.
Will he be taking off his pants next?
He doesn’t, though. Instead, he drops back down so that his mouth is on my stomach, and then, his hand is between my legs, and his fingers are brushing against me, stroking my hot flesh between my folds. A slow moan exits my mouth. His touch feels so good, and I want more of it—more of him.
His mouth wanders lower until I feel his lips on my mound. ‘What is he doing?’ I ask myself. Surely, he’s not—
I get my answer when I feel the touch of his rough tongue near my opening. I gasp. The Alpha King is licking me—there?
I try not to move. He’s the king. He can do whatever he wants. Why he wants to do this, I don’t know, but… I didn’t even know people do this!
Do people do this?
From the way he is doing it, I have to think this is not his first time. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing. He drags his tongue along my slit, and I can no longer keep still. My hand shoots out, and I thread my fingers through his hair, letting my body respond to his touch.
It feels so good, especially when his tongue touches my nub, I find myself crying out in pleasure.
He takes his time, swirling his tongue around, hitting me in all of the right places. He pulls me in between his lips and sucks, and I feel myself clenching and releasing as if trying to pull his tongue inside of me, deep inside of me, into my core, which is beginning to ache for him.
Maddox releases me but goes back to licking me, more frantically now, like an animal lapping up milk. A sensation like I’ve never felt before fills my body, centralizing around my lower abdomen, and I feel like I am on the precipice of a large mountain, about to tumble over the edge.
I am waiting… the sensation lingering… the pressure building… my muscles tightening… my lungs burning.
And then… I fall over the edge, and I feel the pull of gravity sucking me down as my entire body contracts, pulling me up so that I am almost sitting. I can’t breathe—I can’t scream. My mouth is frozen open, my eyes clenched shut, my hand grasping Maddox’s hair as I attempt to signal to him that my body cannot take much more.
It feels so good, it’s frightening, and I can’t imagine what might happen next if he doesn’t release me and let me breathe.
I quake a few times before I’m finally able to suck in a breath. “Goddess!” I shout. “Maddox—please! Please!”
He lifts his head, and now that he’s no longer touching me there, I feel a release as my muscles slowly relax.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent and the sweet oxygen they’ve been craving.
He is chuckling. It is a low rumble… like thunder.
I crack my eyes open and see him sitting on his knees between my still open legs. I want to close them, but they are no longer taking directions from me.
Maddox is certainly their ruler now.
“Are you all right?” he asks me.
I don’t know how to answer that or if words will even come out, so I just lift a hand and drop it back onto the mattress.
He thinks this is hilarious and breaks out into a roar of laughter before he moves so that he is lying beside me, his head on my pillow.
I turn slightly to face him and smell my scent all over his face. He kisses my cheek. “That was delicious,” he says to me. “You taste… like a dream.”
I want to make sure he doesn’t mean a nightmare, but I don’t have to ask. The smile on his face tells me he doesn’t.
I smile at him, but I can’t speak yet.
Maddox leans up and kisses my forehead. “I have to go. I will see you later.”
I don’t want him to leave, but I also know my body needs to recover from that.
If the man can do that with his tongue, what the hell can he do with his cock?
Still not moving, I watch as he puts on his robe and slippers. He comes around the bed and pulls the blanket up over my exposed body. Leaning down next to my ear, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful, Isla. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a little while? That way… you’ll have more energy for later.”
My head rocks back and forth. I agree. Sleep does sound good. He presses his lips to my forehead and walks away. I hear the door open and close again a moment later.
Will his staff smell me on his face? Even after he takes a shower? I can’t help but wonder….
I close my eyes, thinking I’ll go back to sleep for an hour or two. It sounds as if he intends to come back later, and I’m guessing we will have sex then.
After all, he can’t impregnate me with his tongue—can he?
*Maddox*
I practically skip back to my room, the smile on my face wide as the scent of Isla’s tantalizing pussy still lingers on my face.
I’ll have to take a shower before I head to my office, but I don’t want to wash her fragrance away. I’ve never tasted any woman quite as sweet as Isla. Her untouched cunt was so fresh, so ripe, it reminded me of eating fruit just picked from the vine.
She seemed to have enjoyed it, I think, as I go into my room, heading for the bathroom. I can imagine she was a little surprised at first, having never done anything like that before. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a woman have an orgasm like that one. And technically, her cherry is still in place, so that was a virgin orgasm.
Later, I will claim her completely and watch her writhe beneath me as I send more shockwaves of pleasure through her system.
A nap will help with that. She will need her strength. I intend to take her more than once, though I will have to try to keep in mind that she is a virgin, and I don’t want to ruin her perfect pussy.
I step into the shower and let the warm water wash over me, still smelling her and thinking about her gorgeous body. I want to see her rump up close, in my face as I dive into her from behind. I want to cup her full breasts in my hands and squeeze her nipples until she sings like she just did with my tongue buried deep inside of her.
My cock is so hard right now, I have to take care of it myself. That’s not a bad thing, though. Jacking off before I have sex always helps me to last longer. Besides, all I’ll have to do is think about her for a moment, and I’ll be hard again.
Or sniff my fingers where, no matter how hard I scrub, her scent lingers on.
After my shower, I dress and head to the office, a wide smile still lighting my face.
When Seth sees me, his forehead wrinkles. “Why are you so happy?” he asks me.
I shrug. “Just… had a good morning, that’s all.” My stomach rumbles, and I realize I haven’t eaten anything yet. Well, not any food anyway.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, clearly hearing my stomach complaining.
“Yeah, can you go grab me something to eat?” I ask him. He makes that face he always makes when I ask him to do something “beneath” him. “Or have someone else do it? Also, I need a phone number.”
“What phone number?” Seth asks me as we arrive at my office. I open the door, but he hangs back since he will have to go get someone to bring me breakfast.
I remember that Isla said her parents didn’t have a phone. “I need to figure out a way to get a hold of Isla’s parents without Alpha Ernest knowing.”
“So you want their phone number?” he asks, confusion all over his face.
I shake my head. “They don’t have one. Figure out a way to get ahold of the Moons.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, his tone laced with annoyance. I laugh because he hates it when I give him impossibly hard tasks.
But he’ll get it done. He always does. I walk into my office and sit down. A moment later, there’s a knock at my door. I sigh. “Yeah?”
“Alpha? Do you have a moment?”
It’s Alpha Jordan. And he looks pissed.