Chapter 126: HIS HANDS ON ME
AMARIS
I was confused as hell trying to process what he just said.
Was he saying no because he wanted to not be the murderer in my eyes, but he just admitted openly to actually sleeping with Freya so why would he deny murdering his wife except that maybe murdering his wife was a much bigger crime?
Wait, of course murder is a huge crime, Amaris. What am I even thinking right now?
"I know you said this is just a true or false questions game, but your sons believe that you did kill her." I looked directly into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception. "So which one is it? Because they seem pretty convinced."
He exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling beneath me in a long breath.
"There is a lot they don’t understand about the fated mate bond." His voice came out quiet, contemplative. "Maybe one day if they get to meet their fated mate, they will understand what it does to you. How it consumes you completely."
I swallowed hard at his words about fated mates and actually choked on my own saliva like an absolute idiot. I started coughing violently, my body jerking awkwardly.
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Oh great, Amaris. Very attractive.
He immediately cupped my chin gently, genuine concern flooding his handsome face. "What is wrong? Are you okay?"
"I was just choking on something." I managed to get out between embarrassing coughs, my face burning hot. "I’m fine."
Smooth, Amaris. Real smooth. Nothing says sexy like choking on your own spit.
"It has been a long night." He stroked my face gently with his thumb. "Maybe you would want to sleep now and we can discuss this more another time."
"What really happened then if you weren’t the one who killed her?" I pressed, not ready to let this go yet. "And why do your sons believe so strongly that you did it?"
Alpha Corvin went quiet for a long moment. I could tell that he was thinking deeply because of the way he seemed to have retreated internally, his eyes going distant like he was seeing something I couldn’t.
"I really want to tell you everything." His eyes refocused on me, intense and serious. "But not tonight. If you are to be mated to me, you deserve to know the complete truth about what happened that night. Maybe tomorrow we could go somewhere nice, somewhere fancy, and I can tell you the whole story properly."
My cheeks flushed hot at his words. "Well, Alpha Corvin, are you asking me out on a date?"
"Would that be a bad idea?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression.
"Not at all." I smiled despite everything that had happened today. "No one has ever actually asked me out on a date before."
His expression softened considerably and he pulled me closer, his large hands sliding down from my face to my shoulders.
"That is a shame." His voice dropped lower, rougher, sending shivers down my spine. "You deserve to be treated well. That is what I want to do for you."
His hands moved slowly down my arms, leaving trails of heat on my skin through the thin lace nightgown, his fingers barely touching but somehow burning.
"You are so beautiful." His eyes roamed over my body hungrily. "I have been trying to control myself all night but it’s getting harder."
Oh fuck. Oh no no no.
His hands moved to my waist, gripping me firmly, and I felt heat pool between my legs instantly despite how sore I still was from earlier.
What is wrong with you, Amaris? You literally just fucked his sons for hours and now you’re getting turned on by him touching you?
You’re disgusting. An absolute slut. A whore.
"I want you so badly." His hands slid up my sides pushing the nightgown up slightly. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How hard it is not to just take you right now?"
I couldn’t form words. My brain had completely stopped functioning properly.
His hands moved higher, cupping my breasts through the thin lace, and I gasped out loud.
"So perfect." He squeezed gently, testing the weight of them in his palms, his thumbs brushing over my hard nipples through the fabric.
I should stop this. I should tell him no. I just had his sons inside me. Both of them. At the same time.
But my body was betraying me completely, responding to his touch eagerly, my nipples hardening even more under his hands, my pussy getting wet.
"I want to do so much more to you." His voice was rough with barely restrained desire, his hands still kneading my breasts firmly. "I want to taste every inch of your body. I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you. I want to mark you as mine."
His thumbs circled my nipples through the lace and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning out loud.
"I want to spread your legs and taste you until you cum on my tongue." His hands squeezed harder. "I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
Oh god. I was getting so wet just from his words and touch.
One of his hands slid down my stomach, moving lower, and I held my breath.
"But I am going to wait." He pulled back suddenly, his hands leaving my body entirely. "Because you deserve better than me taking you without being properly mated first. You deserve to be courted properly."
I felt oddly disappointed and relieved at the same time, my body still aching for his touch.
"Come here." He pulled me gently against his bare chest, wrapping his strong arms around me protectively and placing my head against his warm skin.
I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath my ear.
"You deserve to be treated well." His voice rumbled in his chest where my head rested. "And that is what I want to do for you. Treat you the way you should be treated."
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to rest in this small warm moment despite everything that had happened today, my head on his chest. His hand cradled around me, holding me close like I was precious. Feeling his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat.
I didn’t know when exactly I drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally taking over my body, but all I knew was that when I woke up several hours later the massive bed was completely empty. The sheets were cold beside me, almost like he was never there at all. Like I had dreamed the entire thing.
But I could still smell him on the pillows.
He must have left me at dawn to avoid the awkwardness that comes with the night after. I appreciated what he did but he left me last night with more questions than answers.
I stood up slowly, my body still incredibly sore from last night’s activities with the twins, every muscle aching, and walked back to my own room down the hall. It was barely daybreak, the sky just starting to lighten outside the windows with pale gray light.
My mind was racing with everything that had happened. How did my life become this mess?
I took a long hot shower, letting the water run over my aching muscles, washing away the scent of sex and regret, deciding I would just sleep for a few more hours before dealing with the absolute mess my life had become.
What have I done? I thought I could deal with the daunting effect of my actions but thinking about it now. I knew this was more than I could handle.
When I got out of the shower, I wrapped one towel around my waist and one around my wet hair and opened the bathroom door, steam following me out into the bedroom.
I was startled to see Ryker seated on my bed, scowling darkly and staring directly at me with intense burning eyes.
My heart jumped into my throat.
"What the fuck?" I jumped back slightly, clutching my towel tighter. "How did you get in here?"
He stood up immediately and started walking towards me slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking prey that couldn’t escape.
How come I had not smelled him when he had entered my room like I usually did.
I backed away instinctively until my back hit the cold wall and he was directly in front of me, his body trapping me with nowhere to go.
His eyes had pure rage burning in them, barely controlled fury radiating off him in waves.
Then his eyes went to my neck, studying it carefully, looking for something specific.
Marks. He was looking for bite marks.
"Did he fuck you?" His voice came out harsh and that darkness in them that I had not seen for a while seemed to come out.
I gazed at him in complete disbelief, my mouth falling open. How did he know?
"Answer me!" He yelled suddenly, making me flinch hard against the wall. "Did my father fuck you?"
