Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 60

I never thought this day would come.

The day I could bury myself inside a woman without blood, without screams, without the monster in me tearing her apart.

No-Emilia was here, panting, trembling, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes hazy from pleasure I gave her. My cock was still buried deep inside her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, and instead of fear, her gaze glowed with something that shattered me completely-want.

She wanted me.

The monster.

The cursed Alpha King.

Me.

-The beast inside me snarled, restless, stunned, clawing to the surface.

It didn’t understand why she still breathed, why her body welcomed mine instead of tearing apart. I didn’t understand either. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Emilia was mine.

I had her.

And I would never let her go.

Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping free, and my eyes dragged to the sight of them-red, swollen, bitten raw from how desperately I’d claimed them. I should’ve stopped. Should’ve given her mercy. She was untouched until tonight. But the second she looked at me, her body arching for more, her voice breaking with need-l snapped.

My hand slid down, brushing the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheek. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, wild, frantic, but not from fear. From me. From the beast inside me she had somehow-unleashed.

Possessiveness clawed through me. I’d never felt it before. A brutal, consuming need to make her mine in every possible way. I didn’t want her lips on another man’s cock. I didn’t want her moaning anyone else’s name. I didn’t even want her tooking at another man. I’d kill any man who even thought of touching her.

She would belong to me.

Mine to claim.

Mine to ruin.

Mine to worship.

Mine to fuck until she forgot her own name.

I’ll be her first. Last. Always.

“Maximus…” she whispered, voice breathless, uncertain.

I leaned down, lips hovering over hers, my cock twitching inside her as her slick heat gripped me. Her soft whimper shot straight to my core.

My voice was a growl against her lips, low and rough.

“You’ve unleashed the beast, Emilia. And now…” My hips rolled into her, making her moan into my mouth. ”

“..’m going to fuck you so hard

you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

Her only answer was to tighten around me-hot, slick, greedy.

The sound that ripped out of me was half-growl, half-moan. Goddess help me, she liked it. She wanted this. Wanted me.

I pulled back, cock sliding from her dripping heat, already aching to plunge back inside. Her little whimper of protest nearly undid me. But 1 wasn’t finished-not yet.

“Turn over,” i ordered, voice harsh, jagged with restraint.

She hesitated for only a heartbeat before obeying.

Fuck.

Her body-arched, trembling, ass lifted high in the air for me-was enough to drive me insane. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, her soft back curved beautifully, her hands clutching at the sheets like she already knew she wouldn’t survive what I was about to do.

gripped her waist, lined the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance, and teased. Just the tip, sliding over her folds, catching o her clit before nudging at her core again.

She gasped, wiggling her hips, desperate to take me inside.

“Stop teasing me, Maximus,” she moaned, voice sharp, needy.

A dark chuckle rumbled out of me. “You think you give the orders here, little one?” My teeth grazed the back of her shoulder as I pressed harder. “No. You take what I give you.”

“You’re mine, Emilia. Every scream, every moan-you’re mine.”

She was incoherent, moaning, begging for more even as her body broke apart under me.

And then-I lost it.

A guttural groan ripped from my chest as my cock throbbed violently, spilling deep inside her. Hot, thick spurts filled her, flooding her until it leaked around me, down her thighs, soaking the sheets.

1 collapsed forward, chest to her back, panting harshly, my hands still locked tight on her waist.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

I slid out slowly, watching the mess drip from her swollen pussy, then grabbed her and hauled her upright, pressing her back to my chest.

She trembled, legs weak, body still quivering from release.

My hand slipped between her thighs again, fingers circling her clit. lightly, almost lazily. She moaned instantly, collapsing against me, sensitive and overstimulated.

A dark chuckle rumbled against her ear. “So sensitive,” I whispered, lips brushing her neck.

She gasped, hips twitching as my fingers kept moving, cruelly soft, teasing, drawing out every last shudder. My other hand came up to cup her breast, squeezing, thumb rolling her nipple as I kissed along her throat.

She whimpered, pressing back against me, begging without words for more.

And goddess help me, I wanted to give her everything.

But what came out of my mouth wasn’t more promises of pleasure.

It was something else. Something raw. Something that clawed its way up my throat before I could stop it.

I kissed her neck, inhaled her scent, held her tighter against me. And then, against her ear, voice dark and broken, I whispered the words that had been burning inside me since the moment she survived me.

“Marry me.”