The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Extra Chapters (Valka & Lucien) IX

I have my fingers around the vase before I can even think and it hurtles for his head with frightening speed. He knocks it out of the way but the next one--a plate plucked off the set dinner table--is flying for his throat. "You put me in chains!"

He ducks and it shatters against the wall. "Ah, yes. Preventive measures. Did you enjoy the time alone? An old friend once said to me that solitude is the path to self-actualization."

This time, I grab at something larger. The bowl of soup. "I’m going to kill you."

He grins, licks his fangs. "And I’m going to eat you."

It was clear he didn’t see me as a threat, and it isn’t until he moves in the blink of an eye, plucking me right off my feet that I realize that even rage cannot fuel me for long enough to commit murder with him.

He yanks my hair back and plunges his tongue into my mouth, scrapping the roof of my mouth, sucking my tongue. My heart pounds in my throat, blood rushes to the surface of my skin. Too hot, too high on the contact. It is a battle I am swiftly losing, and I thrash against him, scraping my nails against his skin.

He laughs against my mouth and squeezes my ass in the same moment he murmurs, "I love this. On the killing field, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d look like arched up in the air for me. Think you can hold that pose for hours? I would love to paint it."

I drive my knee into his crotch. He groans huskily. "A little to the left and you just might scratch that itch." He jerks my body forward using my ass and I gasp at the feel of his thick length pressing against my abdomen.

A rage of heat blasts to my core at the lightest brush of his mouth on mine. I need more.

I touch his face, run a hand across his cheek and into his hair, and pull his lips harder against mine. The graze of his teeth moves a desperate noise up my throat. I roll my hips and arch closer against him as I lick the inside of his mouth.

The change is too swift to take note of. I go from rage to want. Maybe it is both.

We pivot, twisting, slamming into this wall and that, and the kiss grows harder, wetter, madder. Vaguely, I register the guards leave. Vaguely, I hear doors slamming shut in the distance, but the blaze that sears through me grants me no second to feel shame. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Lucien’s hands brace the wall beside my head. I’m on the tip of my toes, meeting every thrust of his tongue until his lips touch my jawline, my neck, my ear. He catches my earlobe between his fangs and nips. Then he sucks.

My vision turns hazy, a heavy heartbeat pounding between my legs. His hand comes down to my rib, sliding up. My back arches and I would suddenly have done anything for him to tug my dress down, bare my breasts, and put his mouth on them.

The thought is so suddenly, it briefly drags me out of my haze. I pull away from his mouth and pant harshly. This isn’t... right. Gods, how did we get this far and I never even thought about Malachy? Running was one thing, but having another man’s hands all over me, his promised, was a form of disrespect no one deserved.

Lucien’s stare is dark and confused, but he reads my eyes and abruptly growls at me. The sound isn’t one of anger but frustration. "No."

I brush him aside. "I can’t--"

"Uh," he responds huskily. A second finger joins the first and a hot pressure expands inside me. I grip uselessly at his jacket, unable to do anything but feel. I choke on a breath as he parts his fingers in a scissor-like motion, punctuating his words in tandem to his violent thrust, "This. Is. Mine. Say it."

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