Page 101 of The Dark War

He sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. The look of dejection was clearly written. This wasn’t what he was meant to do: sit behind a desk and continue to sign transfers of warriors to different packs of the kingdom. Each shifter in Bergarian had to send not only a request for a pack transfer to their alpha, but also to their king. Every shifter was to be accounted for, no shifter left behind. His mate wouldn’t have it any other way. Each soul was equally important to himself and his queen.

Kane continued, hunched over the desk. He barely heard the sound of slight knocking at the overly ornate door filled with gold leaves and exotic painted flowers.

“Come in.” He grunted, not looking up from the parchment in front of him. Kane said he would finish this for his mate, make sure she had nothing to do for at least a week after their newest daughter, Melody’s birth.

Clara had two heats before she fell pregnant again. Evelyn was now two and fiercely protective of her younger sister.

The small form inched into the office, wearing a maid’s uniform. Her steps were light, carrying a tray of tea and tiny finger sandwiches to the overly large desk that engulfed the back of the room. Kane rubbed his temples with his fingers in annoyance.

The maid wiggled her nose, watching her king until she gently laid the tray down. “Thanks.” Kane grunted, writing down more notes on the parchment. The maid pulled a duster behind her back and began to dust the room while Kane continued to ignore the working servant.

He shifted in his seat, trying to concentrate. He hated reading. He hated doing all things stuck in an office. He should be out training the warriors, but he would do his duty and let his mate rest while she heals.

A warm body was felt on his back. The heat caused him to pause his quill and drop it entirely. The feather duster swayed in front of him, dusting the parchments to the side of the desk.

“What are you?—” Kane tried to speak out until the maid dropped the duster. Her hands paused mid-air, and Kane turned to see the maid had bent over in her ridiculously short black and white maid’s uniform. She had fishnets on her legs with no crotch and an obscene amount of white ruffles that parted to give a perfect view of a glorious white ass.

Kane shifted in his seat, palming his cock. It was so damn delicious. The stockings she wore with the insanely high black heels had him salivating. Her body began to rise, the perfect view of her ass disappearing between the glorious folds of the ruffled dress.

Kane growled, his hand palming one cheek of the fishnet. The maid stilled like a deer caught by the hunter, waiting to see what he would do next.

“You are tempting me.” Kane growled lowly. “Are you trying to rile your king?” The maid whimpered, her body pushed to the desk with a bang. Her low-cut maid uniform had her breasts spilling out of the top. Kane stood behind her, pushing her legs apart and slapping the glorious peach before him.

“Because you shouldn’t try and seduce me while I’m working.” The maid mewled, pushing her ass back into Kane’s cock. “I’m trying to take care of my country, and you dare try your seduction techniques on me?” Pushing his engorged cock into the back of her, she moaned loudly.

“Sorry, Your Majesty. How can I make it up to you?” Kane continued to grip the maid’s hips, grinding his cock into her almost bare ass.

“On your knees, face me,” he ordered. The maid turned around, gleaming those bright green eyes back at him. Bright red lipstick stained those luscious lips. She bit her lip, kneeing onto the cold stone floor. “Pull it out,” he instructed. “Slowly.”

Kane watched every movement of her small hands. She pulled out the leather belt from the confines of the metal buckle. It clanked as the leather whipped out of the loops. Her pussy tightened, hearing his pants fall to the ground. “Pull it out.” Kane ground his teeth, his hand going into the top of her hair. He gently pulled the hair on her scalp, having her feel the slight sting.

Kane waited to see what his little maid would do. If she would wait to be instructed what to do or take him fully into his mouth. Part of him wanted her to consume him in her mouth so he could discipline her further. Strap her to the desk and make sure she never came. The other part wanted her to be this submissive little maid he had in his grasp.

She waited, staring at the glistening drop of come on his cock. Her big eyes looked up at him, his cock wiping come across her cheek. “Fuck.” He breathed, pulling her head closer.

“Now, put it in your mouth.” Trembles ran down the maid’s spine, her mouth opening, but Kane jerked away. “I want you to look at me while you take me in.” He could barely speak. The anticipation alone was going to have him explode.

She lowered her red lips, letting the ball of his piercing clink with her teeth. Her hand reached the base of his cock while the other held his balls. Kane hissed, but his eyes never left her. They could never leave those dark green meadows of his mate.

Fuck, she had outdone herself. Strutting in that cute little maid uniform. It was all he could do to keep his cock firmly planted in his pants and not rip them off when her intoxicating scent hit outside the door.

“That’s it, suck your king’s cock.” She hummed delightfully, the vibration causing his balls to tighten. “Yes, just like that, baby, just like that.” Clara’s hand that cupped his balls reached around his ass, using her claws to scratch his muscular body.

“Oh, fuuuuck.” Kane’s knees bent, having to catch himself on the desk. Clara took the sudden fall like a champ, keeping her mouth firmly planted around his cock. Red smudges of lipstick staining it red.

“Let go. I need to bury myself inside my little slutty maid.” Clara giggled, pulling her mouth off him with a pop. Grabbing her waist, he set her up on the desk, spreading her legs. The fish net stretched, leaving beautiful marks on Clara’s skin. Kane pulled down the front of her maid’s uniform, her breasts bouncing free. He sucked each one leaving excellent red marks along her chest.

Clara entangled her fingers in his hair, lulling her head back to feel the sweet sensation of his teeth grazing her skin. Her legs wrapped around him, wanting to get her pussy closer.

Kane reached down as he bit her nipple, his finger checking how wet his mate was. “Perfect.” He growled, finally flipping her over, so her ass was in the air. “Fucking you over this desk with this uniform has been my fantasy.” He palmed her ass, feeling the ripple of skin that dared to push free over the wide tights covering her.

Clara giggled, shaking her ass in his face. “I’ve got more in store for you, My King.” Clara’s face began to turn red as he stared at her weeping pussy. No matter how often they were intimate with each other, she would always be shy with her overly endowed mate.

He thrust into her, his claws piercing into her skin. Between the tightness of the fish nets on Clara’s body, the pure white ruffles, and the feather duster she gripped on the desk, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to make it.

“Yes,” he hissed, sinking deeper into her pussy. The warmth engulfed him, and he felt the tip of the piercing hitting his mate’s cervix. She cried out, now having to grip a hold of the desk.

“C-can I come?” Clara asked. Kane’s chest puffed with satisfaction as his mate asked permission. She never had to ask permission for anything, but her giving that part of herself to him made it so hot. “Not yet.” He growled, pushing so hard the desk began to scrape across the stone floor.

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