Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 220

DAMIEN'S POV

I sat propped against the headboard, laptop balanced on my thighs, going through the latest security reports from the sacred lands. Numbers, maps, patrol schedules...dry stuff, but necessary.

Rose was curled up beside me on the bed, wearing one of my black T-shirts that hit mid-thigh on her. She'd been pretending to scroll on her phone for the last ten minutes, but I could feel her eyes on me every few seconds. Quick glances. Then away. Then back again.

Her legs kept shifting restlessly under the blanket. Pressing together. Releasing. Pressing again.

I knew that little tell by heart.

I closed the laptop with a soft click, set it on the nightstand, and turned to face her.

"Is there something you want, baby?"

Her cheeks went pink instantly. She shook her head too fast. "No...nothing."

But her thighs clenched again—harder this time.

"You'll be gone for two days and I'll be here all by myself." She whispered.

I let a slow smile spread across my face. "Andddd...?"

Rose had come so far. She'd let me tie her up, spank her, fuck her senseless in every position I could dream of. But asking for what she wanted made her shy as hell. Every single time.

I loved it. Loved watching the battle between her desire and her bashfulness play out on her face.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking down to the blanket hiding my lap, then away again.

I leaned closer, voice dropping low. "Rose. You know we've talked about this. Tell me what you want."

She pressed her thighs together so hard her knuckles went white where she gripped the sheet.

"It's nothing," she whispered.

"Okay."I shrugged, acting casual, and started to roll onto my side like I was going to sleep.

Her small hand shot out and grabbed my arm. "Wait."

I turned back, smirking. "Hmm?"

Her blush spread down her neck. She looked at my chest, at the wall, everywhere but my eyes.

"There's... something I want to learn," she said so quietly I almost didn't catch it.

My cock twitched under the blanket.

I raised a brow. "What?"

Her gaze dropped pointedly to my lap.

I waited, letting the silence stretch, forcing her to say the words.

She swallowed. Then, in one quick rush: "I want to learn how to... how to pleasure you with my mouth."

The air left my lungs in a rough exhale.

I reached out, caught her chin gently, and tilted her face up so she had to meet my eyes.

"You want my cock in your mouth, baby?"

She nodded, cheeks flaming. "Yes."

Fuck.

I stood up beside the bed, letting the blanket fall away. My boxers did nothing to hide how hard I already was.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, thighs spread.

"Come here."

She crawled across the sheets toward me, the oversized T-shirt riding up to show the curve of her ass and the black lace of her panties.

When she reached me I caught her waist, guiding her down to kneel between my legs on the carpet.

Her hands rested on my thighs, eyes wide and nervous and hungry all at once.

"Take it out," I said, voice rough.

Her fingers trembled as she tugged the waistband down. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

I wrapped my hand around the base. "Open."

She parted her lips instantly.

I guided the head past her lips, letting her tongue swirl around the tip. A low groan tore out of me at the first wet heat of her mouth.

"Slow," I coached, voice gravel. "Just the tip first. Lick around the head...yeah, like that. Fuck."

She moaned softly around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

"Good girl. Now take a little more."

I fed her another inch, watching her lips stretch. Her eyes watered slightly but she didn't pull back.

"Relax your throat, baby. Breathe through your nose."

She did, and I slid deeper—slow, careful, giving her time to adjust.

When her nose brushed my abdomen I cursed under my breath.

"You're taking me so well... fuck, your mouth feels perfect wrapped around my cock."

Her eyes fluttered closed at the praise, a needy little sound vibrating around me.

I let her set the rhythm after that. She bobbed her head, tongue working the underside, cheeks hollowing. Messy. Eager. Perfect.

When she took me deep enough to hit the back of her throat, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Gonna come, baby—fuck—"

I spilled down her throat with a guttural groan, hips jerking. She swallowed everything, tongue still moving, licking me clean as I softened in her mouth.

My cock gave an interested twitch at the sight.

I pulled out gently, then grabbed her under the arms and threw her onto her back in one smooth motion.

She gasped, legs falling open.

I didn't bother taking off her panties—just shoved them aside and lined myself up.

One hard thrust and I was buried inside her.

She cried out, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders.

I fucked her fast and deep, chasing the aftershocks of my orgasm and the sweet, wet heat of her.

Her pussy squeezed me like a fist, already fluttering.

"Damien...oh god...harder...faster..."

I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her, the headboard thumping against the wall.

She came first—shaking, moaning my name, walls pulsing around me.

I followed right after, spilling deep inside her with a rough groan.

We collapsed together, panting, sweaty, tangled.

I stayed buried inside her, kissing her slow and lazy while our breathing evened out.

She nuzzled my neck. "I'll miss you, Damien. Two days feels like a month."

I chuckled, brushing damp curls off her forehead. "You could come with me."

She swatted my chest lightly. "I have school. I can't miss classes on the second week."

"Fine."I nipped her earlobe. "But no human boys hovering around you while I'm gone."

She laughed softly. "I can't promise that."

I growled low, rolling her underneath me again. "Hey."

"Just kidding," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "I only want you."

I kissed her once more—deep, possessive—then pulled back to look at her.

"Be a good girl. Don't get into trouble, okay?"

She smiled, soft and sweet and trusting.

"I can take care of myself. I'll be fine."

I wanted to believe her.

I really did.