The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Extra Chapters (Valka & Lucien) XI

Valka

I despised it all in the first few days of his wicked conditioning. I cried a lot like a child and wanted nothing more than to smash the glass. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until then, how I had convinced myself that I was no longer beautiful.

After a few weeks, I got used to my reflection. I didn’t hate it any less, but it got ’bearable’.

He did things to my lactating breasts that made me cry and beg and appreciate the experience, because that sensitivity was something unusual and he was taking full advantage of every bit of it.

He would tease my nipples until they spurted milk. And then he’d finger it back into me and make me sing, "I am enough, I am worth loving, I am worth staying for, I am worth living for. I am beautiful. I am needed. I am perfect. I have nothing to be ashamed of. This body gave life and I am proud of it."

Other times, the things he made me say and do were rather filthy.

Like the one time I made the comment that my breasts looked like jugs. He made me suck from them. They shouldn’t have even touched my lips, but they were heavy and full and it was easy and... new... and incredible. The feel of his tongue against the bundle of nerves between my thighs, the way his hands cupped the under of my ass that I’d deemed too large and fitted, and the stroke of my tongue against my own nipples...

And when I was on the edge of climax, he’d make me say those darned words that made my release explosive.

"It doesn’t matter what shape I wear. Every version of me has been created to sate your particular appetite. Use me. Break me. Possess me. Ruin me. Cut me open and remake me however you want. Keep me underneath your skin. I belong nowhere else. Fill up every crevice. I’m prettiest when I’m obedient. I listen better when I’m kneeling. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll give you whatever, so long as you keep my throat occupied. I’m sexiest when I can see what you do to me in the mirrors. I am wild. I am sexy. I am sexiest with my tongue stuck out my mouth and your fingers around my neck. No. I’m always sexy."

And gods, did he praise me. He never stopped until I discovered I had a kink for Lucien’s praises.

When he was through with me, there wasn’t a single part of my body I wasn’t obsessed with.

Evadne and Katherine teased me for weeks, swearing Lucien had "fucked my muscles back into being toned." I told her to shut up, but a part of me believed her. Because I did look better. Stronger... revived... whole.

He didn’t just touch my body. He rewired it. He rewired me.

"Where in the pits of hell has your mind wandered off to?" Lucien laughs into my mind, though his voice sounds strange. "A little awkward sitting in this cursed meeting with a tent in my pants because my wife’s thinking about jumping my bones."

My cheeks flush red and I slam my mental walls back up immediately. Only to find Evadne staring at me with disgust. "Gods, Lyra. That bad?"

I blink, noticing how the room smells earthy, like arousal. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. The maids tending the kids look a second away from laughing at me. It’s happened so many times, they know what comes next.

Any second now, Lucien’s going to come barrelling through those doors. And we’ll make it halfway through the hallways, sending the servants in a scurry to get rid of this never ending whirlwind of want between us.

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