Page 114 of The Alpha's Cursed Queen

“Make yourself useful and start drying.”

As I pick up the towel she points at, I remind her, “Just so you know, if anybody else were to order the king of the Wolf Kingdom to dry their dishes, it would be a punishable offense.”

She shrugs. “Go ahead. Punish me.”

Her simple taunt has my blood rushing to my cock. I can feel the hardness strain against my pants, and I wonder how she’ll react if I try to bend her over the sink. The idea has me visualizing various scenarios, none of which end up going well for me.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” Alice glares at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and I realize that she can smell my arousal. “I’m sure it’s extremely inappropriate.”

“As your fated mate, I’m allowed to fantasize about you.” I put one of the clean, dry glasses in the cupboard. “And my fantasies about you are always inappropriate.”

“Darian!” Alice growls at me, but I can smell the faintest hint of her own arousal, and it makes me feel smug. She’s still attracted to me. All these protestations are pointless when I know her panties are getting damp as we speak.

“I was just wondering what it would be like to bend you over this sink, pull down those sweatpants, and fuck you slowly while you wash the dishes,” I comment idly.

The plate Alice has been washing slips from her hands and crashes in the sink. At the same time, the sweet fragrant scent of her arousal explodes into the room. However, she doesn’t turn around to face me; instead, her body stiffens.

“Go do something else,” she orders abruptly. “If you can’t behave yourself, then go home.”

I could do that, but I can see the way she’s struggling to control herself, and my own body reacts to the sight. I set down the dish towel and come to stand behind her, my arms on either side of hers, my hands covering hers as she grips the sink. “Behave myself? You must think I have tremendous self-control to be able to behave myself when you’re standing here, smelling like you want my cock inside you.”

She doesn’t push me away. If she did, I would back off. I’m testing the waters, and it seems that Alice is having a hard time ignoring her body’s desires.

My lips descend upon her nape, and she shivers. “I m–mean it, Darian. You’d better leave before I start throwing things at you.”

Her voice is breathy, and when I kiss her neck, I hear the broken moan, the scent of her arousal overpowering now. I’m not the only one who has been pent up for years. Lovers, my ass! She never took any lover.

“Go ahead,” I whisper against her ear before biting down on the lobe. Her hands grip the sink ever harder as she tries to swallow her gasp.

I expected her to be more resistant to me, but her body has craved mine for years, just like mine has needed hers.

I don’t waste time. My cock is hard and throbbing. I slide my hand under her shirt, cupping her generous flesh, molding it in my hand. Her breasts are fuller, softer than they used to be. I want her sprawled under me as I taste them, as I mark the pale flesh and suck the pink nub. I still remember how sensitive herbreasts are. The right amount of handling and she can come from them alone.

Her body is still, but she’s not telling me to stop. Finally, she says, “God, you’re a fucking jerk!”

Hearing her curse has me growing even harder. She turns around in my arms, lightning quick, her eyes filled with a raw, animalistic hunger that has my wolf eager to play. My hand is still on her breast, and as I pinch her nipple, she grabs me by the collar, whispering hoarsely as she does, “This doesn’t mean anything,” and then pulling me down to her lips.

The kiss is desperate, clumsy, the act of a woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing but doesn’t care. Her mouth moves against mine, and I remove my other hand from the counter, gripping a fistful of her hair and adjusting her to get better access.

Her mouth is hot, tasting of red wine and chocolate. I suck on her tongue, swallowing her wanton moans. My actions are frenzied. We don’t have much time, but I need her. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around my painfully hard cock. I need to be inside her. I need to map out her entire body with my lips, my hands. I need to mark every inch of this beautiful body of hers.

I need Alice. My wolf needs Alice.

There’s no sense of deliberation in our actions anymore. As soon as she kisses me, my mind goes blank with need. I pull off her sweatpants and toss them aside. After quickly undoing the zipper of my pants, I push inside her.

She’s tight. Her legs wrap around my hips as I thrust into her, my mouth still exploring hers. She’s wet and dripping as my cockmoves in and out of her. The sheer relief of having her is like a drug to me. It’s like coming home. My heart aches, and when I come up for air, I bury my face in her neck, needing her scent.

I’ve been so utterly lonely without her, and having her here in my arms… How can I ever let her go? I won’t survive another day without her.

She’s clutching me, her claws digging in my back, drawing blood. I relish the pain, the marks that will be there in the morning, reminders that she needs me, even if it is just physically. I can give that to her. I can give her anything she wants as long as she doesn’t leave me again.

My mouth is dangerously close to her neck, and as she cries out into my chest, her muscles contracting around my cock, pushing me over the edge along with her, I try to turn my face, but my wolf rises to the surface, sensing the urgency of the timing.

No!

But my mouth opens, and my teeth sink into Alice’s neck as my wolf marks her.

The mating bond snaps into place, and I feel her body jerk a second time as she shatters once again in my arms.

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