My King

Chapter 7 - Haunting desire.

Chapter 7 - Haunting desire.

King Luka Black

A deep sigh breaks the suffocating silence surrounding me, the seconds ticking by too slow for my acceptance. The closed door built a wall between us, a temporary shatter in our bond, present and painful. My gorgeous mate threw me off the minute my gaze landed on him, a bat of an eye, a fear striking my every bone and nerve.

What if he somehow disappeared?

My wolf and I whimper in a unit at that terrifying thought, a kind of apprehension I've never encountered coming forward in our, running a mile a minute, mind. The long day have taken a toll on us and our mate. The exhaustion clear in the dark bags under his eyes, a red hue around the grey irises, another intel of his tiredness. It's been a long fucking day – For all of us.

Convicting the monsters to their death, was set in stone to be an exhausting day indeed, but also a boring day. What a liar that stone was.

My bed I'm currently sitting on, is bouncing with every nerve moving within my restless legs, the wait too long. My mate's stunning exterior flashing in my mind every second. The warmth spreading through my body, a shiver recking every last nerve another unsettling reality I've encountered since our destiny shattering meeting. My luck is shining down on me today, the perfection of my mate a temptation I'd have to resist for the rest of my blessed life. No one has ever evoked this kind of feeling in me.

Insanity - Is the only word to describe the unbelievably incredible stunning features he carries, like a constant loaded gun. His piercing grey diamonds, dark golden locks ruffled and unkept, delicate plump lips, perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, and sharp cheekbones cutting the last of the sculpture he is. His toned but lean body another distraction I'll face every day. His smooth hands will feel magical on my more calloused skin, caressing every curve of his body a dream I'm drowning in every waking and sleeping moment. His defined abs are peeking through the thin layers of clothing, my fingertips itching to be let free of the restrains I've put upon them.

Indeed, a living and breathing sculpture.

My erect cock is straining against my now tighter trousers, threating to blow my load all over our bed. My need to take care of my arousal another restriction I've had to put upon myself. Marcys could grace me with his presence every minute now, the water still running in the bathroom, a tell that I still have time to spare. A tease even when he's not in the room.

A groan and strained grunt erupt from my throat when I palm myself through my trousers. The image of his perfectly curved lips wrapped around my cock, his tongue tracing the vein is enough to cloud my mind in a delicious haze. My movement rougher and out of control, the image more and more vivid.

I thrust my hips to the beat of my movement, his throat being filled to the brim in the imaginary scene I'm stuck within. I ponder - Would he be able to fit all of me in his wet pretty mouth. Would his throat close up as I force myself down the narrow channel. Would he gag deliciously around me, a forceful jerk of my hips recking his throat even more, as I shoot my cum down his throat, making him cough as he chokes. What a sight that would be.

The light from the bathroom fills the space, and a dripping Marcys stand in the doorway in all his glory. The towel I gifted him wrapped loosely around his hips, threating to descent and give me a peek at every little piece of skin. His defined chest and stomach tanned to perfection, a confusion making itself at home within my hazy mind. This really isn't helping my raging hard on.

I grumble under my breath at my lack of control, and my smug wolf making himself at home on the outskirt of the barrier, giving himself a front row seat to our mate's glorious nakedness. The clearing of his throat is what gain me the last string of control left, and our orbs lock fiercely and head on, a raised brow thrown in my direction. The warmth travel down my face to my neck and ears, his amused gaze forcing my resistance down. The shameless fact of my blatant staring has been notified and taken into protocol.