Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 40

The first thing I heard as I pushed the doors open was her whimper.

Leaving her chained, trembling, aching like this might have been cruel, but cruelty was necessary. She had to learn. She had to understand that she didn't get to put herself in danger, not when she belonged to me.

If I had been a second later... if I hadn't been there... she would've been ripped apart by those rogues. The thought alone made something vicious snarl inside me. My beast pressed against the edges of my control, claws raking at the surface, demanding I punish her, fuck her until she never dared run again.

I closed the door behind me, shutting us in, my steps slow and deliberate as I stalked toward the bed. The fire in the hearth still burned, shadows dancing across her flushed, chained body, but it wasn't nearly hot enough. Not for what I had planned.

Her eyes widened when she saw me approach. The chains rattled as she shifted, a soft, broken whimper falling from her lips. My cock twitched at the sound, thickening against the restraint of my pants.

"I'm sure you must have learned your lesson," I said, voice low, controlled, even though heat scorched every nerve in me.

She whimpered again, her thighs pressing together as if she could relieve herself that way, her back arching just at the sight of me.

I stripped slowly, deliberately, watching the way her eyes followed every movement. My shirt hit the floor, then my belt slid free, the leather hissing. I tugged my pants down, boxers following, and the moment my cock sprang free, her body reacted like I'd touched her. Her breath hitched, chains clinking, thighs rubbing together as if she could grind away the need clawing at her.

"One thing I hate more than anything," I said, crawling onto the bed, "is for anyone to test me, Emilia."

Her body arched toward mine, seeking, begging, but I pressed her back down with one firm hand against her stomach. My finger brushed her clit, featherlight, and her entire body jolted, a moan spilling from her lips, hips jerking up for more.

"Sensitive, are we?" I teased, rubbing lazy circles just close enough to drive her mad.

She moaned, desperate, trembling beneath me.

"I thought you were stubborn. I thought you wanted to get away from me," I whispered against her ear, dragging her earlobe between my teeth.

"You want me to touch you?"

Her nod was frantic.

"You're going to have to use your words," I murmured, my finger stopping altogether.

"Yes," she gasped, voice shaky. "Yes, please touch me. Make it stop. I feel so hot."

Her need poured from her in every breath, every twitch of her body.

"Where exactly do you want to be touched?"

Her gaze flicked down to my hand, then back to my eyes, as if the answer was obvious. I fought the urge to smirk.

I kissed her, swallowing her moan, my tongue sliding against hers as her body strained upward, nipples brushing my chest. I groaned, grinding down just enough for her to feel the weight of my cock against her belly.

"Is this where you want to be touched?" I asked against her lips.

She shook her head, desperate.

"Here?" My mouth trailed to her neck, sucking down her throat, then lower, until my lips closed around her nipple.

Her back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

"You've been a bad girl, Emilia," I growled around her nipple. "Do you think you deserve anything from me?"

"Please don't stop!" she panicked, jerking upright against the chains, breasts bouncing into my mouth. "Please."

Instead of answering, I latched onto her other nipple, flicking my tongue, sucking harder. Her moans filled the room, wild, broken, desperate.

"Please don't stop. Don't stop," she begged, her voice cracking, chains rattling as she writhed beneath me.

Her need was intoxicating, her scent thick in the air, drowning me. My cock throbbed painfully, the beast inside me roaring to take her, claim her, fill her until she could never think of escape again. But I couldn't. Not yet. If I lost control, I could kill her.

So I gave her something else.

My hand slid down, between her thighs, fingers finding her dripping heat. She was soaked, swollen, her pussy pulsing around nothing. I groaned, my restraint thinning as I pushed two fingers inside her.

Her scream echoed, high and broken, her walls clamping down on me like a vice.

"Fuck," I hissed, curling my fingers upward until I found that spot. I stroked it mercilessly, my thumb circling her clit, and she shattered beneath me.

Her moans turned to cries, her head thrashing against the pillows as I fucked her with my fingers, curling and pressing, making her a wet, trembling mess. She came hard, clenching around me, juices soaking my hand, but I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, relentless, pushing her higher.

Her body jerked violently, nipples scraping my chest, and I sucked one into my mouth again, biting down just enough to make her scream.

"Yes, yes, oh yes!" she cried, her body arching like a bowstring, chained wrists pulling taut.

Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, and still I didn't let up. My beast demanded more.

I pulled my fingers free, slick and dripping, and replaced them with the thick head of my cock.

I didn't push inside. I couldn't.

Instead, I pressed against her clit, rubbing, sliding up and down her soaked folds. She moaned at the contact, her hips bucking, chasing me.

"You feel that?" I growled, grinding the head of my cock against her swollen clit. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

She cried, nodding frantically, too desperate to form words.

I groaned, my control slipping as I dragged the blunt tip down, circling her entrance, feeling her pulse and flutter around me without letting myself push in. My beast snarled, demanding I take her, fuck her, knot her until she was mine forever.

But I couldn't. I wouldn't risk breaking her.

So I tormented us both.

I rubbed harder, teasing her clit, sliding my head against her folds, coating myself in her slick. She came again, a strangled, helpless cry as she convulsed, clenching around nothing.

Her body shook beneath me, drenched in sweat, eyes glazed, lips swollen from my kisses. She was wrecked, ruined, trembling, and I still hadn't taken her.

My breath came out ragged, chest heaving as I fought my beast's roar inside me.

"Will you be a good girl from now on?" I demanded, voice dark, rough.

She nodded weakly, too spent to speak, her whole body trembling.

"Will you try to run away again?"

Her head shook frantically, hair sticking to her damp face.

"Good," I rasped, pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips. "Now go to sleep."

I stayed over her, caging her in with my body, cock still throbbing against her soaked heat, while my beast clawed inside me, furious that I'd denied us both. But I had to.

Because if I let go—if I gave in to the hunger, the rage, the need—I wouldn't stop until there was nothing left of her.

And I couldn't. Not with her. Not ever.

So I held myself there, trembling with restraint, fighting the war inside me, while she finally sagged against the chains, too weak to do anything but obey.

And sleep.