The King's Prey (Unedited Edition)

Chapter 28 : The Predator and The Prey

Ustulation • [uhs-chuh-ley-shuhn]
A burning lust.

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It takes all of four seconds until Samuel's lifting my legs to wrap around his torso. Our breathless kisses cause my head to go light, but I fight through the feeling—I fight past it all just so I can make it out of this alive.

"Anastasia," he groans into my lips. I shut him up by deepening the kiss, hoping he'll realize what it is that's been slowly killing me for the past two weeks. Thankfully, he does as he firmly holds my waist against the cool metal of the fridge and grinds himself into me.

I moan out in ecstasy, already feeling his hard member under the material of his pants. My arms wrap around his neck as I pull him even closer, inhaling the scent of him. He flips us around, now sitting me on the island as my hands intertwine with the strands of his dark, soft hair. I can't help but still sense his hesitation though.

"I want this," I say breathlessly. We stop our kissing for a moment as he searches my eyes with my fingers still in his hair. "I want you." My eyes trail down to his lips.

But his...They're dark and abyssal and they dig into my own emerald irises for truth in my words. "Are you sure—"

"Yes," I exhale against his lips, cutting him off. "I need you, Samuel."

If his eyes weren't already the color of the depths of the ocean, they turn pitch black and I feel the oxygen leave my chest in an instant.

"Goddess, I've been waiting for you to say that for the past week," he breathes out as he reconnects our lips. It isn't long before he picks me up and carries me up those elegant stairs. As Samuel does, his mouth moves down to my jaw and then to my neck, sucking and biting as though he's been starved. The moans that release from my throat don't sound like my own—they're wild and ravenous.

Samuel pushes me against a closed door as he turns the knob and reveals a dark and large bedroom—one that I've never seen before. My eyes wander the space as he continues his attack on my neck. And my throat can't help but tighten at the realization of where I am.

His bedroom is like an exact replication of his personality. The blackout curtains against the floor to ceiling windows are drawn, allowing the moonlight to melt onto the dark, polished wood floors. His sheets are black and grey, and a gas fireplace sits on the opposite wall of his bed below a large flatscreen. I gawk at the sight of it, astonished that he sleeps here every night—or a least the nights that he's home.

I turn back to him when I feel his lips have stopped their devouring to watch my reaction. "This is your room?" I ask quietly in shock.

"Don't act so surprised, Anastasia." His voice lowers as a devilish grin spreads over that pretty mouth. "I get what I want as Alpha...and that includes you..."

Something in my core pools as his lips capture my own, sick of the space between them. He sets me down against the soft sheets of his bed and a small whimper escapes from my mouth at the lack of his touch once his arms release from my legs.

"Needy, needy, needy," Samuel says playfully as he leans over me. I go to grab his neck and pull him down with me, but he grabs my wrists and stops the motion in its tracks. Despite how much I know he wants to devour my body, he keeps himself contained as he asks, "Have you ever done this before?"

I stare blankly at him for a few seconds. "What...?"

"Have you ever fucked, Anastasia?"

My body tenses as I try to clench my legs, but with him standing between them it makes the task impossible. My heart races at a thousand beats per minute as I slowly shake my head.