Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 34

My breath caught when his mouth brushed my pussy, a feather-light kiss that seared me more than fire. His lips parted, and then-oh Goddess-his tongue dragged slow and hot over my clit.

I screamed.

The sound tore from me raw, helpless, my body convulsing against the chains. Pleasure burst through me, violent and consuming. I tried to twist away, but his hands clamped down harder, anchoring me to the bed. His tongue flattened against my clit, licking, stroking, devouring me like he meant to drink my very soul.

“Please!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it.

He didn’t pause. His tongue lashed again, harder this time, swirling relentless circles until my vision blurred. My chains rattled as I thrashed, but he held me perfectly still, forcing me to take every flick of his tongue, every merciless suck.

“Please,” I cried, my voice breaking.

He lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath hot against my soaked pussy. “Please what, Emilia?”

I bit down on my lip, refusing to answer.

“Tell me.” His voice was smooth, patient, cruel. His thumb pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles that made my back arch off the bed. “Beg properly.”

A whimper escaped my throat. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

His tongue returned, flattening against my clit again, licking broad and merciless strokes that made my hips buck. My whole body shook, torn between resistance and raw need.

The pressure built fast, unbearably fast. My stomach clenched, my thighs trembled, and that familiar fire coiled tight, ready to snap.

And then he stopped.

His mouth lifted away, leaving me trembling, desperate, the orgasm ripped from me like a cruel joke.

“No!” I screamed, the sound jagged, guttural. My hips jerked upward, seeking the friction, begging for it, but his hands shoved me down hard into the mattress.

“You tried to run from me,” he said flatly. And then-

His palm struck my pussy, sharp and shocking. The sting shot through me, a jolt of pain that only sharpened the unbearable ache. My cry broke in half, half pain, half heat.

Another slap. Then another. My swollen clit throbbed with each strike, the sound echoing in the room like a cruel drumbeat. “Every time you think of disobeying me,” he murmured, his voice low, deliberate, “you’ll remember this.”

And then his mouth was on me again.

I screamed, my body jerking violently as his lips sealed around my clit and sucked, hard. Pleasure detonated like lightning, brutal and scorching, tearing through every nerve in my body. I tried to twist away, but he held me pinned, his tongue flicking mercilessly, his mouth consuming me like punishment.

“Please, please, please!” The words tumbled from me, broken, mindless. I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. Release? Mercy? More? Less? Everything? Nothing?

His thumb pressed against my clit as his tongue flattened lower, licking broad strokes over my pussy. I convulsed beneath him, the chains rattling. My stomach clenched so hard it hurt, my thighs quivering uncontrollably.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The only thing I could do was feel.

And he gave me no escape.

Two fingers thrust into me suddenly, pumping deep, curling against that spot that made me cry out, my body clenching helplessly around him. His tongue never stopped on my clit, sucking, flicking, torturing.

The orgasm rushed at me like a storm, unstoppable, inevitable-

And he stopped.

“NO!” My scream was ragged, furious, broken. My whole body convulsed in frustration, the pleasure ripped from me again, leaving me empty, desperate, burning alive in my own skin. Tears blurred my vision, hot trails down my temples.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, deliberately, then slapped my pussy again, hard. My cry turned into a sob, my hips jerking despite myself.

“You put your life in danger when you tried to run,” he said, calm, merciless. His thumb pressed cruelly against my clit again, rubbing slow circles that made my thighs quake. “This is what it costs you.”

And then his mouth was back.

I screamed, raw and feral, my body writhing violently against the chains. His tongue lashed over my clit, fast, relentless, dragging me higher, higher, until my body trembled uncontrollably.

“Please,” I begged, the word spilling over and over. “Please, please, please!”

“Please what?” he growled against me, his voice muffled by my soaked pussy.

I couldn’t answer. The words tangled in my throat, lost in the fire ripping through me.

His thumb pressed harder on my clit, circling, pinching, rolling until I thought I’d lose my mind. His tongue flattened again, dragging slow, ruthless strokes that left me gasping, my stomach clenched so tight it hurt.

I thought I’d pass out. The pleasure was too much, too sharp, too unbearable.

Just when I thought he’d let me fall-he stopped again.

“No, no, no, no!” I thrashed, chains biting into my wrists, my body convulsing in furious desperation. I was soaked, aching, trembling, every nerve screaming for release. I needed it. I craved it. I would die without it.

And he just watched.

He rose slowly, towering over me, his lips glistening with me, his chest heaving. His cock was straining hard, thick, and mercilessly swollen, pressing against his stomach, veins bulging.

I whimpered, broken, desperate. “Please… don’t stop.”

He didn’t answer. His gaze raked over me-naked, trembling, thighs spread and glistening, chained and undone beneath him. “Make it stop,” I begged, sobbing. “Make it stop.”

His eyes burned into mine, dark and merciless. “Next time you think of running away, remember this.”

And then his head lowered. My heart slammed against my ribs, thinking he was going to finish me, that mercy was finally in reach. His lips pressed a single, searing kiss against my throbbing pussy.

And then he was gone.

Just like that.

He straightened, his eyes unreadable, and without a single word, he turned. The sound of a door opening cut through my ragged breaths.

“No-!” My voice cracked, hoarse, desperate, but he didn’t stop.

The door closed with a final click.

I whimpered, desperate, broken. My body trembled violently, my pussy throbbing, clenching, wet and ruined, denied again and again. My nipples ached, my wrists burned, my whole body quaked with need.

“Please,” I whispered one last time, but he didn’t answer.

And I was left chained, dripping, aching, throbbing, undone.

“What do you mean by she’s not the one?!” I snapped at the witch as I took a threatening step towards her and she cowered, looking down.

“I’m sorry if you feel this way, Your Majesty, but I’m telling the truth, that woman isn’t your cure. I’m still trying to figure out why you’re drawn to her, but believe me, she’s not the one.”

I turned away from her running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I was beyond pissed, not when I think this is it, this woman tells me she’s not.

“But why…why does my beast recognize her? Why do I feel this peace when she’s near me? Can you explain that?”

She was silent for a while and the tension in the room seemed to swallow everyone whole.

“I don’t know, Your Majesty, but as I said, I’m still trying to figure it out. And…”

My eyes narrowed at her, my patience hanging on a thin line.

“And what?” I asked, my jaw ticking.

She sighed before looking at Lucien who had been standing in the corner watching the exchange and then she turned back to me but still didn’t speak.

“Don’t test me Soraya.” I growled,

“You…you have to stay away from her, Your Majesty, she’ll destroy you.” She said the last past so low I almost missed it.

I couldn’t control myself, I hit the wall nearest to me creating a hole on it as I clenched my hands so tight I could smell blood.

“What now?! I’m supposed to sit and wait for when the moon goddess feels merciful enough to give me a second chance mate? And now that there’s someone who my wolf feels even the slightest attraction towards, you’re telling me to stay away from her?! Goddess, you drive me insane.”

“Why do you think he should stay away from her?” Lucien asked,

“The prophecy,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” I asked but she shook her head, taking a step back.