The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 117

His hands trembled as he reached for the knob, slowly twisting it unlocked. He pushed the door back, peeping inside like he’d done as a child when he wanted to sleep between his parents.

She was sleeping, soundly…those soft breaths she took had his erratic breathing calming and mirroring hers. He stepped further in, slowly closing the door behind him as to not wake her.

Her face was turned in his direction as she slept on her side, her loose red hair covering more than just a half of her beautiful face. His steps steadied as he walked towards her, stooping in front of the bed like the f*cking fool he was…

Damn…she really was his medicine, all the invasive thoughts have gone and now only the scent and the sight of her filled his giddy head. The fact that he killed his father and his whore in this room didn’t seem to faze him now that she was in it.

She was his cure, and she’d really expected him to let go of her? He wouldn’t ever do it.

Reaching towards her face, he swiped her hair out of it…his index finger curving around the extent of her jawline… then her forehead…her chin…down the bridge of her nose…and lastly, it traced those beautiful, soft lips.

She seemed so precious when she slept…there was no resent in her eyes because they were closed, no fear caving her innocent and flawless features…she was just…just her…and he surprisingly liked that.

Seeing her so peaceful and calm had his heart thumping profoundly…he wanted to touch her more…in ways he’d never thought of touching anyone…

Softly…

Gently…

Slowly…in a way that would last forever…

He just…f*ck…!

He clenched his jaws, his eyes fixating on her lips…he wanted to place his against hers, but what exactly was stopping him?

There was no barrier between them, but he felt like there was…an emotional barrier that he wanted to get rid of; to cross. He’d been a coward all his life, hidden behind a dark shadow…wasn’t it time for him to reach back towards the light?

But that shadow had always protected the vulnerable side of him, it shielded it from the world and took on things that side of him could never…could he really step out from behind it? And what would happen if he did? Would he fall, clamber and shatter? Would he…?

Jake shook his head…he had to brave, for once in his cowardly life, he had to be brave.

Gripping onto the white sheets on the bed, he leaned closer to her…he was afraid to breathe…afraid the enhanced sounds would wake her up…so he held his breath.

His lips pressed against hers; barely, and the sparks he’d been longing for flew, dragging his desires along with them. His desperate lips took one of hers between them, giving in, pressing deeper, further…taking what he wanted.

When she stirred in her sleep, he didn’t stop, he kept kissing her…like a starved man…and he didn’t pull back until she did.

She sat up, shuffling back until she was etched against the walls beside the bed. Terror filled her eyes, her soft and calm breaths upgrading to long, deep and harsh drags. “W-What are y-you doing?! Why are you here?”

He stood up, digging his inquisitive hands into his pockets. He regretted it now; kissing her, it tarnished the peaceful view he had of her, replacing it with that look of disdain in her eyes.

He shrugged. “I just thought I’d come here…”

“W-Why?”

“The bed upstairs is too small, I find it very uncomfortable.”

“T-Then I’ll take that room, you can have this one.” She shuffled off the bed, walking right past him and towards the door. As soon as she opened it, his hand slammed against the thick board in a successful attempt to close it.

She jumped, quickly twisting to face him. He could smell her fear and then, only seconds later, he could see the tears dripping sufficiently down her cheeks. She was scared…of him…

With shaky hands, she wiped the salty water off her cheeks, but more just kept coming. “What d-do you want from me now? Just…J-Just leave me alone, please…”

Jake’s free hand settled against the door as well, adjacent to the other…caging her, so she couldn’t escape him. “No,” He breathed out. “I won’t leave you alone…I can’t.”

“Why? Why does tormenting me give you so much thrill? Please just stop…I’m tired of it…of this…of you.”

“Don’t be…I just…” Her words were too painful, they were making him crumble, making him become vulnerable. “Please just shhh…don’t say a word, just stay still.”

She stiffened as his forehead fell against her shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you, not tonight…just hold on to me…please…”

“Jake, I…” She paused, she must’ve felt his tears wetting her skin. “Why are you…? Are you cr…?”

She went silent again, she didn’t speak, but her shaky hands reached for the sides of his shirt, gripping tight into it…holding on to him. They stayed like that for a while, until he dried his eyes against her and lifted his head.

Her hands fell to her side, and she turned to face away from him. “C-Can you leave now? And if not, can we switch rooms?”

“I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to switch rooms either. Even if you go up there to my room, I’ll still feel uncomfortable in this one…regardless of the bed size.”

“T-Then…Then what do you want?”

“That’s a question I can’t answer, but it’s your fault…” He eased back, walking over to the bed where he took a seat. “I’ll be sleeping in here tonight, and you’ll be sleeping in here too.”

Delilah’s eyes squinted in confusion as she stared at him…she didn’t understand what he was getting at…he didn’t understand his f*cking self either. “I’ll sleep on the floor?”

“On the bed.”

“You…You’ll sleep on the floor?”

“On the bed.”

“Then I…I…Jake you-why are you doing this? I can’t count the number of times I’ve begged you to stop. You killed my baby, you broke me and y~”

“I don’t regret it. I won’t regret anything that I’ve done to benefit myself. I told you already to stop acting as though you have a choice…come here.”

She stayed still for a while before shaking her head. “No…I-I do~”

“Come here, Delilah!”

She flinched at the austerity in his voice, arms hugging around herself as she slowly approached hm. She stopped in front of the bed, sniffling when even more tears came to her eyes.

It pained his heart to see them, but how would he get her to listen to him if not by force? How would he get her to stay if he didn’t lock her behind a wall of fear?

He laid back and patted the spot beside him. “Come lay beside me…”

She hesitated, but despite her obvious wariness, she crept onto the bed, laying at the very edge where it was possible for her to fall off. His arm fell around her waist, pulling her back, pulling her flush against him.

A gasp left her lips and after that, nothing else did. “Bunny, I don’t why I’m doing this or what for…I’m just as confused as you. You’re doing something to me, something I hate and yet something that I seem to like…and I don’t f*cking know what it is. What is your problem? Why the f*ck are you making me like this?”

He held her tighter, burying his face against her back. She…she made him cry a second time…f*ck!