Love, Against All Odds

III - Chapter 9

The ride up the two floors felt like hours while Becca fidgeted in the elevator. With her back to Kal, she waited to be taken up to the highest level and thoroughly fucked by the Alpha. Each of her last nights on Kander were shared with Kal, like an unspoken tradition between them. She nibbled on her lip when Kal's front pressed into her back.

The lift hitched at the top and released the gate, which Becca opened up. She was first off but stepped aside and allowed Kal to lead the way. The few lit torches guided them to the open doors of the throne room.

Alping, she corrected herself. But she loved the idea of being fucked in the room where Kal ruled over her people. The alping room was alive with firelight and warmth. A fire trough similar to the one in the temple lined the alping room's walls, wrapping around from one end to the other. A gigantic fireplace roared on each side.

Kal closed the double doors, which groaned in protest and returned a soft boom once sealed shut. She went to her right and bent over, hands wrapping around a long wooden beam.

Becca turned and hesitated to help her lover, who was much stronger than her. She doubted she could do anything, considering the sheer size of the beam. In awe, she watched Kal lower the timber between four metal hooks on the doors. Once the beam settled into place, Becca realized she couldn't leave without Kal's blessing. There were no other exits from the alping room besides jumping out a window. When Kal faced her, Becca trembled at the predatory smile.

'I will stoke the fires,' Kal said, starting toward the one on the right.

Becca wiped her palms on her pants and went to the left. She needed a distraction from her pending future and started tossing firewood into the flames. From the amount of wood piled up, they could stay in the alping room for a full day. The crackling from the twin fireplaces echoed through the large, empty space.

Turning around, Becca's wandering eyes looked from the opposite fireplace to the gorgeous marble throne on top of a white dais. Her gaze traveled up the three steps and settled on the statuesque High Commander seated on the white throne.

Kal had both arms on the throne's wide rests and her fingers curled underneath. Her dark, long coat was open and spilled over the white throne, matching the black veins in the bright stone. One leg remained pressed against the chair while the other stretched out. She didn't move until Becca started to walk over, her head tilting to one side.

Becca found the same spot where she had stood the first day she met Kal. Facing the throne, she folded her arms and eyed the dark ruler seated high above the floor. She parted her lips, but her words fell short when Kal held up a hand. Becca's heart started to race again after the realization that they were slipping into roles. With her head down, she took a deep breath and hammered down her nerves, not truly prepared for tonight. She peered up and studied the High Commander, who was the most powerful being on the planet. Tonight she was getting both the Alpha and the ruler. I asked for it, she reminded herself.

'Remove your jacket and weapons,' Kal ordered in a thunderous voice that bounced off the stone walls.

Becca's eyelids fluttered a few times, and a groan passed through her. She unzipped the leather jacket and tossed it to her right, then unhooked her utility belt with the holstered lectra gun and sheathed knife. With a careful toss, she put the weapons onto her jacket. She fished out the Grasshopper and repeated the same technique, not wanting to damage any of them. Her arms exposed, a chill ran down Becca's skin, leaving behind goose bumps. She crossed her arms again and waited for her lover's next move. Her clit pulsed with anticipation and desire. For a nineth, she had fantasized about Kal taking her in the alping room.