The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 40

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 40 by desirenovel

Serena

With all the stimulation earlier—both in a figurative and literal sense—I decided to soak on the pool inside my bathroom. Rhea, for some reason, hadn’t shown herself to me and so I just helped myself, loading the pool with oils and essences enough to take off the king’s smell of cum on me. Not like I didn’t like it. It just would only make me remember our time earlier and his desertion and it would consequently piss me off.

I tried hard to avoid remembering his face, his grunts, his uhmm…cock—its size and how handsome it was—or how he gloriously fingered me, and with luck, it was a success. By the time I left the pool, I was refreshed and ready for a good night’s sleep.

So far, not one servant–or anyone for that matter–bothered to request me back into the party, so I reckoned they didn’t need me there anymore. That was fine with me. I didn’t want to see Lord Hale again and risk myself getting bitten, or even to mingle with the guests and risk my secret from leaking under a case of loose lip.

Clothed in a beige, long-sleeved sleeping gown, I climbed up the large mattress and arranged the duvet to cover half of my body. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of the dark, but I decided to leave the lampshade on. It provided enough lighting to cast most of the room’s darkness away.

Sleep easily came to me that in less than a minute, I was out cold, but like all the other nights before this, a very sexual, very erotic dream about the king and I began. I knew this because once I had groggily woke up in the middle of the night, I noticed my underwear already drenched underneath the duvet.

With the sex dream I just had and the residue of need returning to me from my last real encounter with the king, I immediately felt hot and bothered, and aroused times ten. I found it difficult to concentrate back to sleep with this and so, I decided to put matters into my own hands, literally. I tossed the duvet off of me and unashamedly decided to pleasure myself for the first time in this kingdom.

Knowing I was alone in my bedroom, I touched the parts where I was most sensitive: my breasts and my clit. I pulled my sleeping gown up and then cupped myself, kneaded it, and played with it while the other moved past my underwear and did damage control, easily accommodating two fingers inside, taking advantage of how wet I was.

“Ohhh…” I moaned into the air, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. I let the memory of the recent sex dream I had tonight flow through me and used it to stimulate me more. King Aero was certainly pounding me with abandon on that dream, the same way he dry-humped me tonight.

“Yes. Yes!” I shouted once I felt the sensation build up inside me. With still my underwear on, my legs spread apart allowing more room for my fingers to inch deeper into my opening.

Together, I squeezed my breast and rubbed my clit with force. They were both so turned on I could almost reach the finish line.

“Fuck, yes!” The words just flew out of my mouth when I indeed felt my orgasm. It was just as potent as it was when King Aero finger-fucked me earlier.

Huffing, my hands fell limp on both sides for a short while. After finding the energy to move, I repositioned my clothing and myself on the bed; my brief self-stimulation now turned to memory. I looked up into the clear glass ceiling and sighed. There were so many stars in the sky. I never expected to see so much in one place let alone in this realm.

“Thank you for the wonderful show, my queen.”

I suddenly jerked up when I heard the king’s voice somewhere in my room. I scrambled to stare at an area where there was total darkness and noticed a movement in it.

As if a bucket of ice was dumped on me, I shivered when I realized the king had just referred to me finger fucking myself.

Shit.

He undoubtedly saw everything and because of that, my face burned red in its highest shade.

Aero

Watching on the sidelines as the queen pleasured herself, I couldn’t help but grow aroused too. I felt my cock twitch. Against my pants, the hardness was already painful. I wanted to free it and stroke it too, but I held myself and chastised my weakness.

What the hell was I doing? A woman. I shouldn’t forget that she was a woman. I shouldn’t forget that I hated them and abhorred their bodies.

I kept on reminding myself this, but still, I couldn’t keep my eyes away and I couldn’t bring to transport myself in another place far from her.

Her moans grew louder, dissecting my eardrums with its volume and erotic sound. Triggered by this, my wolf and lycan sides howled inside. The two were fucking partying, happy to see her in self-absorbed action. This would have supposed to disgust me, but it didn’t. I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it too.

I took note of every erotic face she showed, every movement of her fingers inside her underwear, and every caress of her breasts—the breasts that would perfectly fit my hands if I were to touch them. I wasn’t aware I was completely hypnotized with watching her until it was already too late. Damn.

Once she climaxed, I found myself holding my breath. Dents formed on the arm handle of my chair brought about by my disappointment—of what I was disappointed about, I couldn’t really say, but it seemed to dangerously lean on the fact that it wasn’t I who gave her that orgasm.

Her face was a picture of satisfaction when it was done. I relaxed, finally thanking that my ordeal was over, but I sure wasn’t satisfied. Hell, a big part of me wanted to join her.

“Thank you for the wonderful show, my queen,” I stated out-of-the-blue consequently revealing my presence.

Under my scrutiny, she quickly sat up, her eyes roaming all over the room, trying to catch where I stood.

I stepped out of the darkness, sporting a wide grin on my face. I never really intended to show myself to her, especially when I was in a precarious situation myself, but I refused to miss this chance of well…interrogating her.

“Aren’t you the pervert type of king,” she accused me, giving me a weak glare.

I arched a brow finding the word hilarious.

“No. Perverts don’t reveal themselves, woman. They remain hidden and continue to observe their targets. I just showed myself to you so I’m not a pervert.”

“Hmf, point taken but still it’s an alibi,” she muttered, shrugging her shoulders.

I chuckled. “Yes, my queen. A royal alibi.” I cocked my head to the side and gave her a once over. “You’re not at all flustered that I’m here. I just saw you pleasure yourself. Doesn’t that make you feel uncomfortable?”

She shook her head without hesitation.