Offered to the Lycan King by Misha K
Chapter 233
Keya rolled her eyes. “No one is going to come to my room at this hour!” Saying that she hurried out of her room. Keya couldn’t believe herself when she rushed towards the kitchen to grab something for him. The fact that he was hungry made her feel terrible, hence her reaction. It was 11 PM and the place was shrouded in darkness. She tiptoed to the fridge after picking up a plate. This was the first time she had come in the kitchen for anyone other than Aidan. She took out grilled fish, mozzarella pizza, shrimp in coconut curry, bread and orange j*uice and headed out as quietly as possible.
When she reached her room, she found him sprawled over her bed, shirtless. “Ranger!” she said, reaching her bed. “You can’t lie there. Please go and lie on the couch.” Her eyes traced every muscle, every angle and plane of his n*aked torso. He was perfect. Those muscles rippled beneath his silky skin. She had this urge to run her h*and over them.
He lifted his head slightly and took the food tray from her to set it on the bed. “Ah, so you do care about me?” he said and forked the grilled fish. “Mmmm… this is delicious.” He had more of it while she just stood there watching him. Suddenly, he pulled her in his lap. She squealed in protest and tried to get out, but he pinned her in his lap with one arm while had a piece of pizza.
“Let me go,” she retorted, slapping his h*and, but not really protesting.
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“Never;’ he replied coolly yet firmly.
A blush rose on her cheeks. “Why didn’t you have your dinner?”
“So that you may feed me.” He chewed the entire pizza in no time.
“Once you’ve eaten, you should leave,” she suggested even though she hated the idea of him leaving. “I don’t want anyone to accuse me of favoring you.”
“Are you favoring me?” he asked as he picked up the glass of orange j*uice.
She didn’t have an answer to that, but she felt like she was doing what she needed to do. “No.”
“That’s too sad,” he sipped the j*uice as he looked at her, his gaze l*usty. “Because I was beginning to think that you have a soft spot for me.”
She couldn’t remove her gaze from his, feeling like his prisoner. Before she knew, he cupped the back of her head and brought her closer to him. He opened his m*outh and sipped the j*uice and didn’t gulp it down. On an instinct, she moved forward. Her l*ips t*ouched his and her t*ongue came out to part his l*ips. She found herself desperate to taste him. When he opened, she delved her t*ongue inside, tasting him and the j*uice. A m*oan escaped her when she drank him. Everything about him was so heady that she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to flow in the moment with him.
When he pulled back, she let out a reluctant cry. Bringing the glass between them, he poured the j*uice from her n*eck. It trickled towards her b*reasts. She gasped. “Eyes on me,” he demanded and she succumbed to his demand. He pulled her shirt out and his eyes landed on her bra. The next moment, he unclasped it and tossed it aside. With a ragged breath and a shudder, he stared at them. She had never been this n*aked in her life. She tried to cover her b*reasts but a dangerous growl from him made her stop. Her c*hest rose and fell under his heated gaze.
His fangs elongated when he came closer, closer to her. Her n*ipples t*ightened in anticipation. With the speed of an asp, he grabbed her n*ipple and started s*ucking them.
“Ah!” she squealed in pain and p*leasure as she arched her b*ody for him. He moved back on the bed to lie on his back as he pulled her n*ipple with him, s*ucking it h*ard, grazing it with his fangs, flicking it with his t*ongue. She had to grab the headrest in order to stay there as he pinned her down by gripping her waist. “F*uck, f*uck, f*uck!” he growled as his f*ingers traced her spine and settled on the curve of her b*utt. He squeezed her there h*ard. Her j*uices collected instantly, making her p*anties wet. She m*oaned as she grinded herself against him, wanting something, chasing something.
He took her other n*ipple and s*ucked it just like he s*ucked the first one. His f*ingers moved i*nside her shorts to cup her b*utt-cheek. When they moved towards the inside swells, she yelped. All of a sudden, he bit her n*ipple and the heat that had coiled i*nside her belly lashed out, making her scream, making stars burst in her vision. She didn’t know what had happened, but she sagged right over his face, breathless, p*anting, covered in sweat. He pulled her down to his c*hest and k*issed her l*ips tenderly saying, “Was that your first o*rgasm?”
She nodded, curling over him.
“Then your first o*rgasm belongs to me.”
Goddess. If this was how an o*rgasm felt, she wondered what it was to have s*ex.
She was so wobbly and shaky that after the o*rgasm, she couldn’t even move. So he slid her down, went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and cleaned them up. He removed the food tray from the bed and slipped beside her. She turned to him and curled in his c*hest. He wrapped her in his arms, tucking her head beneath his chin and placing his l*eg over hers. She felt his h*ardness along her belly and reached for it. He removed her h*and from there. “Next time, princess. Next time. And next time I won’t leave you. I will make you s*uck me. H*ard.”
Her toes curled at his dirty talk, but she liked it. Her dirty Alpha. She closed her eyes, inhaling his intoxicating smell. From being enemies to whatever they were right now was an amazing transition. She had never felt this protective and safe in anyone’s arms, not even her parents’. She wished that Alpha Ranger was her mate. Because if he wasn’t, she might reject her mate. If only she could smell her mate.
Her eyes became droopy when he caressed her n*aked back with his long, callused f*ingers. “Before drifting off to sleep, she said, “Go before sunrise. It would become a scandal if anyone sees you in my room.”
His answer chuckle left a smile on her l*ips. She k*issed his n*aked c*hest and closed her eyes, drifting off to the most amazing sleep she had in years. When she opened her eyes next, he wasn’t there. His strong scent still emitted from her sheets. She grabbed them and inhaled his scent to start the day. Then she got up and went to the bathroom. But she realized that she was n*aked. Her eyes went wide. When the hell did she lose her p*anties? Quickly, she rushed inside.
While she was taking a shower, she heard someone pounding on the door. “I am coming!” she shouted. Thank goddess that she had bolted the door from inside last night. Quickly, she wrapped a towel around her and opened the door. But the next moment she shrieked and rushed back inside. She peeped from her door.
Alpha Ranger was standing on the door, shirtless, in front of a very scandalized Faria. Her m*outh had fallen as she gaped at him. His entire frame had covered the door and he was leaning against the frame with his shoulder. “Wh—who are you?” Faria rasped.
He pushed against the door frame and walked away from there, giving Keya a c*ocky grin. She almost g*roaned upon this discovery and promised to herself that she would never allow Alpha Ranger to enter this castle only if Faria kept her m*outh shut.
Faria came inside after him. “You are Alpha Ranger!” she almost shouted.
Keya ran from her place and closed the door. Horrified, she leaned her back against the door as she looked from Faria to Ranger.
“What’s he doing inside?” Faria asked her, watching him pick up his shirt, watching him stashing her p*anties inside his jeans pocket.
“I— don’t know,” she answered glibly.
Alpha Ranger sauntered to Keya and placed a k*iss on her cheeks. “You look hot. Maybe we should take a bath together.”
She g*roaned in desperation in response to his k*iss and dirty suggestion. Then he turned to Faria, walked to her, smirked and went to the window. He opened the window and jumped out of it.
“Wait!” Faria called him, utterly shocked. “That is dangerous!” She ran to the window but when she looked out, he was nowhere. “Where the hell did he go?”
“Oh Faria!” Keya rushed to her, grabbing her towel and the little semblance of shame. She had discovered her with him and now she was going to tell it all to her parents. They might ban him from the trials or even coming to her. “No!” she screamed at her train of thoughts. “Faria, it’s not what you think it is”
Faria crossed her arms across her c*hest. “Then can you explain to me what it is?”
She gulped. “He needed help. He was unwell.”
“Ah, I see,” Faria clucked her t*ongue. She turned to go to her bed. “I believe that these sheets need to be cleaned” Keya shook her head as her face scrunched up. “Please Faria, it was nothing. You can’t tell it to anyone.”
Faria pursed her l*ips as she pulled the bedsheets out, staring at the spilled orange j*uice. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.
“What?” Keya asked, bewildered.
“I hope he wins,” she stated.
Keya relaxed. She hugged Faria. “Thanks, I hope so too.”
Faria went on to dress Keya as silence stretched between them. Once Faria placed the gold and ruby tiara in her hair, she said, “Alpha Hawk is calling you in the main hall. You have to announce the nature of the next contest in front of the media.”