The Alpha King and His Human Queen

Say It

Alexandra

“What are you doing?” ask, trying to look over my back when he begins untying the ribbon.

“Trying to save you from fighting with this. Or tearing the cloth, wait. “ I pause and feel his movements as he gently and patiently unites the cloth.

“I can do it myself. “

I mutter and he laughs quietly.

For some reason, this feels so intimate I have to step away from him before my mind starts racing again.

Nathaniel pulls the delicate cloth and the ribbon falls apart, thus opening the back of my dress.

“There, “ he says quietly but does not step away.

I have to stop this. I have to thank him or tell him to go wherever he wants and be done with it.

But I remain where I am, trying to breathe normally. Nathaniel doesn’t move for a brief second, I feel he is still holding the ribbon with his hands. But then the cloth slides from his fingers and he traces his fingertips over my exposed back.

“You can tell me to stop if you don’t want this, “ his lips are very close to the skin on my neck and his breath sends goosebumps all over my skin, down to my forearms.

“Will you?” His voice is a deep, low growl and my whole body reacts to it. There’s no thinking, just my pure instinct to lean into him.

He is doing this on purpose. And I react so strongly to his touches and proximity because he is influencing me into it. At least that’s what Sirius said.

I know I cannot rust Sirius but in this case, I myself know there's something. This desire is too strong, too irrational. It’s like I am not myself around him. Nathaniel’s breath is warm on my skin and his hands slide down my back, then to my torso.

He pulls me slightly towards him and I feel his strong chest against my back. My skin is burning where we touch and I am suddenly overwhelmed with the need to be one with him, to feel him everywhere. It’s like my desire is guiding his actions because Nathaniel’s hands close slightly tighter around me and I almost let out a moan. Then I repeat to myself that I am not really feeling this. I don’t really want him.

What’s worse, however, is that I don’t care. I don’t care if he is doing something to me or if he is using whoever’s power to do this to me.

I want Nathaniel.

Maybe he feels the shift, this change deep inside me, because he spins me abruptly and I find myself against him.

And he is so beautiful it hurts.

Nathaniel leans slightly in and I stop breathing. His lips are only a breath away from mine but he doesn’t kiss me.

I feel his hand sliding from my waist to my leg. Then Nathaniel lifts my skirt, his hand is dancing on the sensitive skin of my tights. His touch travels to the inner side of my tights and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound.

He is watching me the whole time as his fingers brush my most sensitive spot and I shiver. His look is so intense it’s unbearable and I instinctively close my hands around his back, pulling him closer to me and silently begging him to touch me again.

But then his hand drops and my skirt slides back down and covers my legs.

“There, “ he says, “I also influenced you into this. “

“What?” I gasped, still figuring out what just happened.

“You want me, “ he says, smugly, “And you can’t hide it. “

I push him lightly, fixing my skirt.

“That’s what you said earlier, right?” Nathaniel says, watching me “That I am influencing you. “

He lifts his hands and starts walking backwards.

“I barely even touched you. And you…”

“Of course you are. “ I snap, colour rising to my face. This is so embarrassing I hate myself for reacting to him. And I can’t believe I fell for this. Ughhh….

“You think I can’t have you without doing something to you?”

Nathaniel slides his shirt entirely from his body and throws it to the side.

“That’s right. “ I say and cross my arms. “You can’t. “

Nathaniel takes his pants off too and it costs me physical efforts not to go to him and beg him to let me touch him.

“That’s strange, “ he says, casually.

“What is?”

“I can smell your desire from here, besides you were all…”

“Uggh!”

I threaten to throw something at him and he just laughs.

His strong muscles are flexing as he lifts the bed cover and proceeds to lie down, only in his underwear.

I notice the bandage on his back - the injury looks much bigger than I thought but Nathaniel is acting like it’s nothing.

He picks up a book that’s been placed on the chair by the bed, opens it and starts reading as if he wasn’t touching me like this only a few seconds ago.

And I just stand where I am, admiring his gorgeous body.

He is not even paying attention to me when he approaches his fingers to his lips and then licks them slowly. After that, he turns the page and continues reading.

“You are doing this on purpose. “ I hiss and he looks up from the book.

“Do what? “

“Nothing, “ I glare at him as I proceed to take my dress off but he still doesn’t look at me.

“There is a gown for you over there, “ he points with his chin to one of the chairs - AGAIN not looking away from the page.

“Thanks, “ I muttered and put it on.

It is a plain white gown and for some reason, I was hoping it would be a prettier one.

Get a hold of yourself. You are just acting like a couple, stop all of this. It’s not real. And you know he will take advantage of you if you let him.

I lie on the further end of the bed and blow the candle on my side.

Nathaniel's still reading and my eyes inevitably flicker to his side of the bed. I follow the shadows dancing on his chest, on his face.

I want to run my hands all over his body and feel him.

“You imagine touching me, don’t you?”

He asks, smugly.

“What? No. “

I look away quickly and press myself harder towards the bed as if that would put more distance between us.

“Why would I?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the ceiling and making a face at it.

“I don’t know, “ he says, and I hear the sound of a page turning, “I told you I could smell your need. I am a wolf, after all. It’s all over you, and …”

“Stop it!” I yell and cover my face. “There's no such thing. Stop making things up.“

This is terrible and my face is burning. I have never been more embarrassed in my life and the way he speaks about it - so casually- is making things worse.

“I can kiss you if you want me to. “ Nathaniel continues and I dig my fingers in the mattress. He is driving me insane. I force myself to laugh.

“As I would want that. “

“As you wish, “ he says, still not looking away from the book. “ I can strip this gown off and do whatever I want with you. You just have to say it. It’s really not that of a big deal. But that would mean you have to admit I am not influencing you into anything. “

“You are, “ I mutter, “I know you are and I am not buying this. “

I close my eyes and squeeze them, forcing myself to remain like this. I will fall asleep eventually. Right?

But the only thing I manage is to imagine him closing the book, tearing my nightgown and mounting me.

And the worst part- he knows all that.