The Princess's Revenge Chapter 62

Valencia’s POV

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands found my waist, pulling me closer with a sudden, fierce intensity. Before I could catch my breath, his lips crashed against mine, hungry and unrelenting.

His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming every inch with a fervor that left me dizzy. I barely had time to process the sensation before he shifted, pinning me beneath him on the bed.

When he finally pulled back, my lips tingled, numb from the ferocity of his kiss. I gasped for air, my chest heaving. “I missed you,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

His blunt confession caught me off guard, my mind scrambling to respond. But before I could find words, he kissed me again, even more fiercely this time.

I melted into the bed, surrounded by the warmth of his room, the soft glow of candlelight dancing across the walls. His kisses were relentless, his tongue teasing mine with a wild, untamed energy. My skin flushed, heat pooling beneath his touch as his hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve.

His lips trailed lower, kissing my cheeks, my jawline, my neck, and further still. I fumbled with the ties of my chemise, desperate to free myself before he tore it apart again.

The fabric slipped away, and his mouth found my breasts, his lips and tongue worshipping the sensitive skin. I threaded my fingers through his short, golden hair, closing my eyes as he sucked gently on my pink nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Alpha…” I gasped, my voice trembling with need.

My cheeks burned, my body alight with desire. His hands slid to my hips, and he kissed me again, softer this time, as if some of his urgency had been sated.

I returned the kiss, losing myself in the moment. One of his hands crept upward, his fingers brushing lightly against my throat, while the other traveled downward, teasing the sensitive skin between my thighs. I shivered as his fingers explored, stroking my core with slow, deliberate care. A soft moan escaped my lips, my body arching into his touch.

His fingers moved with purpose, coaxing soft whimpers from me as he rubbed circles around my most sensitive spot. I clung to his back, biting my lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.

The bulge in his pants pressed against my thigh, fueling my arousal. Shame flickered briefly in my mind—how had I grown so accustomed to this overwhelming pleasure? But the thought dissolved as I rocked against his hand, chasing the sensations he drew from me. A faint smile curved his lips, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He undid his pants, freeing his big dick, and guided it inside me. Slowly, he pushed inside, my long moan filling the air as he filled me completely. I gripped his shoulders, my breaths coming in sharp gasps as I adjusted to the fullness of him.

A knock at the door startled me. “Alpha, your food has arrived,” a respectful male voice called from the other side.

I glanced at Logan, but he seemed oblivious, his hips moving steadily, quickening with each thrust.

I bit back a moan as the knocking came again, more insistent this time. “A-Alpha,” I stammered, struggling to keep my voice steady, “should I… get the food?”

His lips brushed my ear, his voice a husky whisper. “No. Just move.”

Before I could protest, he shifted us, pulling me atop him. My face flushed, heat surging to my ears. Move? On top of him? The thought sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through me, but his expectant gaze left no room for hesitation.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I tentatively began to move. My breath hitched as I felt him inside me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my core. I wanted more—needed more.

Forgetting my shyness, I found a rhythm, my hips rolling against him. His hands tightened on my hips, his movements syncing with mine, each thrust driving us closer together.

I moaned with every collision, the intensity building as he kissed my neck, his lips searing my skin. The world faded away, leaving only the heat of our bodies, the rhythm of our shared passion.

I cried out, lost in the fire of our lovemaking. His arms held me close, firm yet tender, as he filled me completely. My legs spread wider, my body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed me.

When my strength began to falter, he took over, lifting his hips with powerful thrusts that left me breathless. I couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure built, spiraling higher with every movement until I shattered, my climax crashing over me in waves of ecstasy. I cried out, my voice echoing in the room as I clung to him.

Hours later, I lay exhausted, curled against his shoulder. My body ached, numb from the intensity of our passion.

My cheeks flushed as I thought of the positions I’d taken to please him, each one more daring than the last. The memory of his touch, his kisses, his relentless desire, lingered like the warmth of the fire still burning in the hearth.

His eyes were closed, his fingers lazily caressing my shoulder. "Were you alright while I was gone?" he asked softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.

I looked into his eyes when he opened them, those deep gray eyes that could be so cold with others but were always warm when they looked at me. "I was fine, Alpha." I took a deep breath, knowing I had to tell him the truth. "Dorian killed Xander. Dorian has run away."

His eyes widened slightly, and I caught a glimpse of something that looked like sadness in their depths. He was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. "I expected this might happen. Before I left, I was afraid Dorian would try to hurt you. That's why I ordered Xander to protect you."

I stared at him in shock. Xander's fate seemed to have been decided before it even happened. He was just a sacrifice. The realization filled me with a deep sadness. I had been a sacrifice once too, all because of this man in front of me.

"Were the pack members all poisoned?" he asked, his voice turning serious.

I nodded. "But they're all fine now."

"Who saved them?"

"Everyone at the stone house," I said, my voice getting smaller with each word. "Dr. Vance, Delphine, Lucian... and me."

A smile crossed his face. "Good job," he said, and then he kissed me. I couldn't help but respond to his kiss, warmth spreading through my chest.

I fell asleep quickly after that, with Logan holding me tightly in his arms. I barely needed the blankets because the Alpha's body was naturally so warm.

When I woke up the next morning, Logan was already up. I grabbed the woolen coverlet to cover my bare chest and slowly sat up, feeling some soreness in my back.

Alpha Logan was putting on his hose, pulling each leg up separately and securing them to his belt with ties. He noticed I was awake. "You can sleep more if you want," he said, not looking up from what he was doing.