Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King

Chapter 100: 0100

Lorelei POV

My clothes were practically ripped off me at the rate we were going.

The remains lay scattered across the floor, and somewhere along the way, he had taken his off too, leaving both of us completely bare with our flushed skin pressed tightly together.

Sweat clung to our bodies, making every slide of his against mine smooth and effortless as he held me close.

We were moving at such a wild pace that the bed creaked loudly beneath us.

My breathing was completely shattered, coming out in short, uneven gasps as my head fell back. I could feel my second orgasm building fast, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with every slight movement between us.

"Ah..." I moaned, clinging tightly to him, my nails digging into his back as my walls fluttered and clenched around him.

The overwhelming fullness of him made every subtle shift send sparks shooting through me while he continued leaving bite marks across my skin.

"Oh my goodness... I’m going to... Kaelen... fuck, Kaelen!" I cried, holding onto him even tighter as his pace suddenly grew rougher and faster, pushing me right to the edge until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

The orgasm crashed over me like a storm.

My whole body shook violently as pleasure tore through me, leaving me trembling in his arms as wave after wave ripped through every inch of me.

I cried out his name again, louder this time, my nails dragging down his back while my legs tightened around him. The waves of pleasure kept washing over me, squeezing him so tightly it felt like I was trying to pull him even deeper.

When it finally began to fade, I collapsed back against the bed, breathing heavily as my entire body went limp.

Only then did he suddenly ask, "What did you call me?"

That made me blink, still dazed.

"What?"

"What did you just call me?" he repeated, staring down at me with those intense amber eyes.

It took a few seconds for my mind to slowly clear.

And when it finally did, it felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over my head, making my eyes widen in horror.

"I’m so sorry, Alpha," I whispered, partly out of fear. Calling an alpha without his title was already an offense, let alone the Alpha King himself. But I had been so lost in the moment that it had slipped out. "It was a mistake... it won’t..."

"Say it again," he cut in sharply.

This time, I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him right.

My heart pounded hard. "Alpha...?"

"No." His hand came up to my chin, tilting my face toward him while his mouth brushed against my throat. He bit down on the sensitive skin just enough to make me gasp. "Say my name again. The way you did when you were coming all over me."

Heat immediately flooded my face, and I swallowed hard.

"Kaelen..." I said slowly and hesitantly, the word feeling strange on my tongue.

A low growl instantly rumbled through his chest, and he bit down harder, sending a sharp spark of pleasure and pain through me.

"Again."

"Kaelen," I breathed, and he answered with a hard thrust.

"Again."

"Kaelen..." The more I said his name, the faster he began thrusting inside me, making the bed slam hard against the wall.

"Kaelen... Kaelen..." I moaned louder, and just hearing his name on my lips seemed to awaken something feral inside him.

His pace turned relentless, his hips snapping against mine while his mouth traveled from my throat to my jaw before crashing against my lips in a hungry kiss.

It went on like that for hours. He was practically a beast, barely giving me enough time to catch my breath before he was taking me all over again.

At one point, I ended up on my hands and knees, sobbing because I couldn’t take any more.

I was exhausted.

My body trembled from head to toe, every inch of me painfully oversensitive, yet he showed no sign of stopping. I wanted to curse him out, but all I could manage was plead with him.

"Alpha... I can’t take any more..." I said even as my toes curled from another wave of orgasm that was about to hit. I had lost count of how many times I had reached climax at that point.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" he growled.

"Kaelen..." I whimpered.

"So, do you still think I’m gay?" he asked, still showing no sign of stopping.

What? Was all of this still about that?

"No..." I said, shaking my head desperately. "You’re not gay. You are straight... you are very straight..."

He let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with my answer. His hand tightened around my breast, and when another orgasm crashed through me, my body convulsed violently.

My knees nearly buckled beneath me, but he held me up effortlessly, driving through every shudder until I was left trembling against him, completely exhausted.

This went on throughout the night. By the time it finally ended, I didn’t have a single ounce of strength left. My legs gave out beneath me, and I literally collapsed with him still inside me.

Only then did he finally seem satisfied.

Slowly, he pulled out of me, and a rush of our combined fluids slipped down my thighs. The sight made him let out a quiet growl of annoyance, but there was nothing he could do to keep it inside me now.

With a tired sigh, he collapsed beside me instead, but not without wrapping me securely in his arms.

****

When my eyes fluttered open the next morning, the first thing I felt was the heavy weight of his arm draped over my waist, holding me securely against his side.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the absolute chaos of the room. My torn clothes were still scattered across the floor, the sheets were twisted into a tangled mess, and the faint, unmistakable scent of our night together still lingered in the air.

My body felt like I had been run over by a truck.

Every muscle ached. My thighs were sore. I felt even worse than I had the night he was drugged, and seeing him still fast asleep beside me made me want to smack him on the head for putting me through this hell.

To make matters worse, I felt sticky all over. It would take more than a long shower to wash all of this off me.

Slowly, I pried his heavy arm off my waist and carefully sat up, biting down on my bottom lip as the simple movement sent a sharp ache through my body.

By some miracle, I managed to quietly slide out of bed, but the second my feet touched the floor, a deep, raspy voice cut through the silence of the room.

"Don’t tell me you’re thinking of running off again?"