The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Ninety Six

Valka

I obey, instinctively, the salt of my own skin sharp on my tongue, my jaw working around his fingers. He pulls them out, slick with my saliva, and returns his hand between my legs. While his mouth works magic on my clit, those cool, saliva-slicked fingers find my entrance again. This time, he pushes one deep, curling it inside me, pressing against that spot that makes my vision grey at the edges. I buck against his face, a sob tearing from my throat.

"Feel that?" he rasps, lifting his head for a second, his chin gleaming. The white of his irises are non-existent. "Feel how perfectly you take me? Made for this. Made for my fingers. My tongue." He sinks a second finger inside alongside the first, stretching me, filling me, his thumb finding my clit.

My mouth falls open on a silent cry as he begins a relentless rhythm--fingers pistoning deep, thumb circling hard, his mouth returning to suck my clit into the wet heat of his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly.

Pleasure, unbearable and electric, coils tighter and tighter in my belly. My hips rock frantically against his face, against his hand, beyond my control. And I forget completely about my vow not to plead. Or speak. I’m babbling, nonsensical pleas and curses tumbling from my lips. "Luke... please... gods... yes... don’t... more..."

He pulls his mouth away just as the coil snaps taut. "Not yet," he snarls, his fingers stilling deep inside me, his thumb a punishing pressure on my clit. The edge of the precipice yawns before me, and he wrenches me back. The denial is a physical agony, a scream lodged in my chest. I sob, raw and broken, my body trembling violently.

"Look at me," he demands, his voice a whip crack. I force my eyes open, blurred with unshed tears of frustration. I didn’t realize when I closed them. His gaze holds mine, ancient and merciless. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To?"

I shake my head, the walls of my pussy closing around his finger.

He makes a choked sound, momentarily distracted. "Tight," he murmurs, staring once more at my pussy. "Will you strangle my dick like this, too?"

"Only if you promise you won’t talk me to death like you currently are. Fuck me or get the fuck away from me," I moan, squeezing tight around him again, hands finding his hair to pull him back where I need him.

He shakes me off, retracting his finger from inside me. I whimper in refusal, unwilling to let it go. I’m so close... Almost... There...

"Who do you belong to?" he repeats, voice stern.

The need is a living thing, tearing me apart. My defiance is a shattered shield. "You!" The word rips from me, ragged and desperate. "I belong to you! Please! Lucien, please let me... I need..."

"Good girl."

Two words and I feel more like royalty than I ever have since he put that crown on my head. Two words and my legs part wider. Two words and I want it hard, fast, against this tree, on the floor, anyhow he wants it. Everywhere.

"Oh, gods..."

Worsened when without breaking eye contact, he sucks me off his fingers. The possessiveness in that gesture, in the way he savors my taste, is absolute. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Every last drop," he murmurs, his voice rough. He rises, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that sends a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting down my spine. "Mine."

I accept.

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