Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 178

LUCIEN’S POV

I woke up slow, the kind of wake-up where the world creeps back in pieces-warm sheets, faint morning light filtering through the curtains, and her. Adele. Pressed right up against me, her body soft and curved into mine like we’d been made to fit this way. Her sweet lavender scent wrapped around me, filling my nose, pulling me under before I was even fully awake.

Goddess, it was intoxicating. Like home and sin all rolled into one.

I couldn’t help it. My arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer until there was no space left between us. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deep, letting her warmth chase away the last bits of sleep.

She mumbled something soft and sleepy, not really words, just a little sound that vibrated through her back into my chest. It went straight to my cock, stirring me awake in ways I wasn’t ready for.

Fuck.

I was already hard. Painfully hard. Morning wood on steroids, throbbing against her ass like it had a mind of its own. And Adele… goddess, she wasn’t helping. She shifted in her sleep…or maybe not sleep….pressing back into me, her perfect round ass grinding right against my length.

Slow. Deliberate. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Heat shot through me, sharp and urgent. My hips twitched on instinct, seeking more friction. I was seconds away from losing it-from rolling her over, pinning her down, and sinking deep into her warmth until we both forgot our names. She was so close. Right there. My mate.

Mine. But so fucking far because of this game we were playing. This punishment I deserved.

Is this how she felt? For four whole months while i ignored her, pushed her away, pretended I didn’t want her every damn second? If one night of her ignoring me has me on the brink of going crazy, how the hell had she survived? The thought twisted in my gut, mixing regret with the fire building low in my belly.

I couldn’t stop myself. My control snapped just a little. I ground against her…hard…letting her feel every inch of me through the thin fabric of her nightgown. A low groan rumbled in my throat, unbidden, as sparks danced up my spine.

Her body tensed. Not in fear. In awareness.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was husky from sleep, but sharp. Playful. Dangerous.

She turned slowly in my arms, twisting until she was facing me. Those gray eyes-stormy and deep-locked onto mine, staring straight into my soul like she could see every dark corner I tried to hide. Her hair was tousled, falling over one shoulder, and her lips were parted just enough to drive me wild.I.swallowed hard, trying to play it cool even as my cock twitched against her thigh. “I was just… checking if you enjoyed the show last night.”

She scoffed, a soft, breathy sound that made my blood heat. But her eyes sparkled with challenge.

I smirked, leaning in closer until our noses almost brushed. “Are you saying I didn’t impress you last night?”

Her gaze dropped to my mouth for a split second, then back up. “Not even close.”

Before I could respond…before I could even think-she moved. Quick and graceful, she swung a leg over me, climbing on top until she was straddling my hips. Her weight settled right over my hard cock, pressing down in a way that made me see stars. The thin silk of her nightgown rode up, barely covering anything, and I could feel her heat through the layers between us. Warm. Wet.

Ready.

Fuck.

She leaned down, hands bracing on my chest, nails digging in just enough to sting. Her breath ghosted over my ear, hot and teasing. “You’ll have to try harder,” she whispered, voice low and dangerous.

Then she dragged herself along my length-slow, deliberate, grinding her core against me in a long, torturous slide.My hands fisted the sheets to keep from grabbing her.

Fuck, Adele…”

The words ripped out of me, rough and desperate.

Pleasure spiked thraugh every nerve, making my hips buck up on their own. She was killing me. Absolutely destroying me with that innocent look on her face, like she had no idea what she was doing.

But she did.

But I caught the glance she snuck.. uick, heated.

Morning,” I said, voice low and rough.

She hummed, noncommittal, dropping the towel without warning.

Fuck me.

Her back was to me, but the mirror gave me the full view… soft curves, smooth skin, everything I’d been dreaming about. She bent slightly to grab clothes from the drawer, and I nearly groaned out loud.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

I crossed the room before I could think better of it, stopping just behind her. Close enough to feel her heat, but not touching. Not yet.

She straightened, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “What?”

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Just admiring the view.”She shivered-barely-but I caught it. “Save it, Lucien.

“Oh, I will.” My hands hovered over her hips, inches away.”

For later.

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. Score one for me.

I’d have to make her crack one way or the other.