Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 184

ROSE’S POV

My breath was already caught somewhere between my chest and my throat when Damien lifted the lid.

Nestled on black velvet was a small, smooth silver egg-shiny, perfectly oval, about the size of a large grape.

Attached to it was a thin silicone tail with a little loop at the end. It looked innocent enough…until I realized what it was. I’d seen it in my search a few minutes ago.

Damien’s voice dropped to that low, velvet rumble that always made my knees weak.

“Do you know what this is called, baby?”

He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger, letting it dangle in front of my wide eyes.

I shook my head, barely able to speak.

“This,” he said, a wicked smile curling his lips, “is called a Love egg. Or a vibrating egg. Depends who you ask.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body brushing mine. ”

Open your mouth.”

The command was soft but firm. I obeyed instantly, lips parting.He slid the cool metal egg past my lips, letting it rest on my tongue. “Get it nice and wet for me.”

I swirled my tongue around it, cheeks burning, eyes locked on his. The way he watched me….dark, hungry, possessive…sent liquid heat straight between my legs.

After a few seconds he pulled it out slowly, deliberately, letting it leave my mouth with a soft, wet pop.

– “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes flashing.

Before I could catch my breath, his hands were on my hips. He turned me firmly around to face the full-length mirror, my palms landing on the dresser for balance.

I watched him in the reflection-tall, powerful, suit perfect except for the dangerous glint in his eyes. His fingers gathered the soft fabric of my navy dress, sliding it up my thighs, over my hips, until cool air kissed my skin.

He hooked one finger under the edge of my lace panties and tugged them aside.

I felt the slick, wet tip of the egg press against my entrance.

My hips jerked forward on instinct.

“Easy,” he murmured against my ear, one strong arm banding around my waist to hold me still. “Relax for me, baby.”

He pushed gently, steadily, and the egg slipped inside me-smooth, full, foreign. A soft whimper escaped my lips as my body adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Something dangled between my legs—the little silicone tail— brushing the inside of my thigh.

When I tried to straighten up, the shift in position made me feel it even more. A strange, heavy pressure deep inside that made my legs tremble.

I turned my head to look at him, already feeling overwhelmed, a little hurt flickering in my chest-

But then he lifted his other hand.

He chuckled-low, sinful, full of promise. “You will.”

His thumb stroked slow circles on my hip. “‘ll turn it on later. Whenever I feel like it. Whenever I want to watch you try not to fall apart in a room full of people.”

My breath hitched again.

He leaned closer, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “And then tonight, when the ball ends… when you’re dripping wet and half out of your mind… I’ll bring you to my old bedroom in the palace. I’ll take this little toy out..”

His hand slid down, fingers brushing the tail between my. legs, making me jolt.

“…and I’ll fuck you right there. Hard. In the same room l grew up in. Where no one will hear you scream my name.”He let the dress fall back down, smoothing it over my hips Like nothing had happened.

Then he pressed a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

“Be a good girl for me tonight,” he whispered, voice pure sin. “You wouldn’t want to moan for the entire hall to hear, would you?”

I stared at our reflection-me flushed and trembling, him tall and controlled and devastatingly handsome behind me.

My body was already aching, throbbing around the secret inside me.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to walk, talk, smile, dance-survive hours in a palace ballroom full of werewolves with perfect senses-while Damien held that little remote in his pocket.

But goddess help me…

I wanted to find out.