The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Eighty Four

My fingers grip hard against the woman’s scalp, my eyes fluttering shut as she takes my cock into her full mouth. Her hair is short enough. A botched, dyed black with strands of blonde. Her tits were slight enough--not as slight as I might have liked, but it is close enough. Her eyes though, I couldn’t quite find any woman with the right colour of amber and gold in their eyes.

But she will do for now.

She looks close enough to Valka to make my heart race and my cock swell with need. I can remember the last time I’d seen her, the trusting expression in her eyes, the small laugh she gave and the fear, horror and anger that flashed on her face as she fell.

I grunt, the warmth of her delicious mouth sucking me dry. I keep my eyes closed. If I thought about her hard enough, I could pretend it was her throat I was fucking. That smart, insolent mouth.

The door swings open, bringing in the music and breaking my concentration. Before my eyelids part, I recognise the soft scent of licorice.

Astrea stands in the doorway, her fingers clenched around the knob as she watches me. Anger lights her eyes and the doorknob crushes in her grip, wringing a dark laugh from me.

I didn’t think she could get any angrier. She has indulged her fair share of lovers in the last few months since we wed, as have I. I barely darkened her door, save for when it was the best time for conception. Not that it ever worked.

I’m almost certain she is barren. Useless. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her family’s status bit the dust upon the realization and my Council clamours that I take a new mate. I would, if I found anyone worth more than a few rolls in the sheets. Not that I ever had a taste of the same woman twice.

"Get out," Astrea snaps at the human maid, but I cup her head tighter, never taking my eyes off Astrea as I finish with a sharp exhale.

The girl swallows, licking her lips as she stares upon me fondly, sweat shinning on her small breasts. "Would you be needing anything more, Sire?" she says, spreading her legs wider. The heady scent of arousal fills the air and she whimpers, reaching up to fondle herself.

I grin. "Alas, my Queen needs me. Another time, perhaps."

The girl--I didn’t care to ask for her name--bows and takes her clothes from the floor before slinking past Astrea, taking no small pains to avoid brushing against her.

Astrea storms in as I pull up my pants. "Even now, you humiliate me before the humans. It’s only been two days since we arrived here and you’ve fucked the whole castle!"

I tilt my head. "I wouldn’t, if you didn’t bore me so."

"Nothing seems to interest you any more than spilling blood and your twisted obsession with feeble women who remind you of him." Her eyes line with silver. "I do not know what’s come over you, Rafe, why you’ve changed into this person I do not recognise anymore, but the least I deserve is respect and you owe me that for everything you’ve put me through!"

I tilt my head. "What, pray tell, have I put you through? Do you not enjoy the power that comes from being Queen? The wealth? No such shortage of lovers--"

"No." Her lips quiver. "I have been nothing but faithful to you. I don’t do anything with them. I invite them over in hopes to draw your attention but you have never cared. Never looked my way. Even when you’re inside me you call me by the dead man’s name."

I do not bother correcting her presumptions that Valka was a man. Only grandmother knows the truth and it is humiliating enough.

My nostrils flare. "Do not speak of him."

I’d hoped and cursed at the gods to rid me of the useless bond. I got what I wished for more than a week ago. Only, it left in me a void too vast to fill, an emptiness that simply ached. As if I didn’t have enough of that already. I didn’t need anyone reminding me that I’d dealt the killing blow and as such, I didn’t get to miss the dead girl.

Astrea’s dark eyes catch as she draws nearer. "If you knew you liked him that much, maybe you shouldn’t have killed him. It doesn’t matter how many whores you bed. They’ll never be him, because he’s a rotting ghost that exists nowhere else, but in your sick mind. And it’s driving you mad."

My hand closes around her throat before the word ’mad’ finishes leaving her lips and she chokes, feet dangling above the ground as I slam her up the wall, cracking it.

"Rafe," she wheezes, slapping at my hands. "R-rafe. Y-you’re hur-rting m-me."

"Would that this is the only way you can get me up," I murmur, pressing my nose against her cheek, breathing in deeply and a sneer pulls back my lips. Of course, she doesn’t smell like her. They smell nothing alike.

They’d sent their retinue ahead of them and kept us all waiting, like they were more important. It angered me to no end, the insult of having to wait because... what had the blonde one said? Ah. Yes. The Lycan King doesn’t like to be rushed.

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