Chapter 22
Anya’s POV
I waited patiently for Kyrell to give me an answer. Everytime I had asked this question, he had always given me the same reply. I have always wanted desperately to be on his bed but he had always taken me from the table for as long as I could remember.
At first, I didn’t complain because he was married and as his slave, I had no right to demand such from a Lycan King but then, his wife was dead now and I would love to stake my claim on him before he officially brings home his new wife to take her position.
I am tired of being spanked from the table. I am tired of being fucked like a regular slave. I am his special slave so shouldn’t my case be different? I’m the mistress of the Lycan king so shouldn’t he treat me as such? I know that I had no class and was no way near his status but the fact still remained that I am his woman.
In as much as he had never taken a woman to his bed, shared a kiss with one, I wanted to be the only one capable of defying it.
And plus, this night is supposed to be a memorable one. I had anticipated it for days ever since he lost his wife so there’s no way he’s going to ruin it for me. He would take me on his bed and I will make absolutely sure of it.
“The table,” Came his reply after the brief pause and my countenance suddenly depleted in a matter of seconds.
“The table?” I repeated “But My Lord, the surface is hard and p>
“And What?” He cut me off completely. The frown on his face evident as he stared down at me like he was daring me to challenge him and see what happens. “Are you trying to defy my orders p>
“I can never, My Lord.” I bowed my head slightly in apology.
“Come here.” He muttered in a low voice and I slowly walked towards him, my eyes casted down.
“Don’t walk.” He ordered stopping me in my tracks. “Get down on your knees and crawl to me, Anya p>
I got on my knees and began crawling towards his direction. He watched with a solemn face as I made my way towards him. I couldn’t tell if he was impressed or not.
When I got to where he was seated, He lifted me up by my chin till I got to an eye level with his face.
Gripping my hair with his other hand, he smashed his lips on mine in a rough, unpleasant kiss, drinking from my lips like nectar over and over again but I couldn’t complain, I wouldn’t.
I was already drunk and giddy from the kisses. I felt like I would explode anytime soon. He was making me wet without even trying so hard. I felt my womanhood clench and unclench at his every touch.
Everything Kyrell does only makes me crave him even more.
When his fingertips traced the edge line of my nipples, I shivered as desired pooled between my legs. Forcing me up to sit up on my knees, he dipped his head and took my already hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked on them in hard tugs.
“Oooh!” A loud moan escaped my lips as he forced his head closer to give me more contact.
His fingers trailed down to the center of my womanhood as he parted the folds of my core and ran his fingers over my swollen nub. Eyes closed in surrender, I guided his hands as he rubbed them on my clit in circular motion.
“There. Right—Yes! There.” Unable to stop, I arched into his touch. Creating more pressure, more friction. “Fuck right there!” I shivered.
He inserted his fingers deep into my wet fold. I panted as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of my hole relentlessly.
“By the goddess!” I cried out loudly as I felt the hot fluid gush out from my womanhood like a tidal wave. I just came in a matter of minutes.
As if on cue, I stood up slowly, making sure to throw off his robe in a seductive way that’ll make him see every bit of my exposed skin.
I always had him on the edge and knowing that creates a certain satisfaction inside me. Knowing that I’m the only one that bends him to my will. Knowing that I’m the only one he ever allows this close. Kyrell doesn’t have a heart but a mind that belongs to me and is controlled by me alone.
Stalking closer, I made sure to never break eye contact with him. I have always been good when it came to fueling his emotions and I always do it so effortlessly. I managed to tug of his robe after and proceeded to undo the buttons to his breeches.
In one swift movement, he pushed me to the nearest table and placed his cock at my entrance. He thrusted and pushed deeper into my wet sheath.
“Ohhhhhh!” I drawled when he was completely buried inside me.
He moved slowly at first and began to increase his pace with each stroke he took. I screamed out as he rammed into my warm sultry flesh continuously. The sound of skin to skin slapping themselves and our erratic breathing added more tension in the bedroom.
Kyrell had always had an insatiable appetite due to the fact that he possess two animals and I was the only one who could take him, all of him. I was the only one who could keep up with his animal. The only one who could tame his wild beast.
My body was on fire now as I writhed from side to side. I wanted him to stop but then I needed him to continue fucking me. I chanted loudly when he hit that spot where all sensations met and magnified by a hundred folds.
“My Lord!” I screamed till I was thrashing from under him. My hair fell over my face as my eyes rolled back as he turned me to face him. Pinning my hands over my head, he increased his pace, urging, rubbing my clit more desperately.
“Oh yes!” I let out a loud piercing scream as I came apart, exploding right there on the table.
He pulled out of my tight sheath and took a step away from me, leaving me cold and lonely as he had always done whenever he was through with me.
“Leave and don’t forget to take your herbs from Moira.” He instructed before disappearing into his bathroom.
Picking up my clothes from the ground, I wore them and quietly exited his chambers. Although he treated me like trash, I was already used to it and as far as those herbs are concerned, I would never ever take them. Not even in a million years.