You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 070

  Chapter 070
 
 
 
 
   Myra's point of view
 
 
 
   His face was frowned, his lowered gaze pinned on Mark. "Do I not deserve an answer?" His words were directed at Mark not me, his arms were crossed over his chest.
 
 
   "Sorry, Your Majesty. I-"
 
 
   "Jealousy is not a good look on you, but I'll admit it's a sexy look," I teased with my interruption. There's a big chance Mark would flop with his response and earn himself an unwanted fate from my psycho mate.
 
 
   "But honestly, the context of what you heard is not something you should be worried about. Also, it was me who said he should interest me, and I meant that in a friendly sense. I swear by the Goddess, nothing more." I moved closer to him, took his arm off his chest so I could wrap mine around his.
 
 
   "Now leave Mark alone, and come tell me where the heck you've been for the past couple of hours. Seriously missing you is a toxic thing to deal with." I switched the topic as best as I could, and tugged my hold on his arm so we could leave.
 
 
   Mark had took the opening as a chance to silently disappear.
 
 
   "Getting my sister has proved to be a fucking tough case to bury. She's like a nut made of steel, hard to crack." He hissed, frustrated.
 
 
   Dopamine flushed my gut at the sight of his frustration. Even if the sister and I couldn't become partners, I'm still glad she's a handful for him to handle.
 
 
   "You missed dinner, did not later see your face again throughout yesterday. You weren't also present for breakfast, and you literally had me worried," I spoke as we ascended the stairs that led upstairs.
 
 
   "Let me make it up to you." He halted suddenly and flashed me a devious grin, "How about I make it up to you huh?" He winked at me.
 
 
   Why did he have to be so evil? He's such a perfect gentleman. Even if the personality in front of me is fake, it was still lovable. The same with his face. Everything about him was lovable, except for who he truly is.
 
 
   He killed my parents, had a hand in my torturous growth, still had it planned to sacrifice me for his greater glory.
 
 
   I easily understood what his words insinuated, and that devious grin on his lips. There's a limit to the pretense I could muster. There's no way I'd let this man explore me sensually without faltering, and my falter would definitely breed me to lash out at him.
 
 
   I smiled, "You owe me, for now I've gotta go take a shower and get a long nap. Today's training took a toll on me," I gave him a believable excuse, even lowered the base of my tone as well as rubbed a touch on my forehead.
 
 
   He cackled, and at once swept me off the ground. "You missed me didn't you? I've also missed you," he muttered into my face as he raced up the stairs with me in his arms.
 
 
   "Jeez, Lucas! Drop me off, jeez!" I spoke in a rush of anxiety, what if he tripped and I fell out of his arm for my head to hit the sharp edge of a stair. That could lead to my death.
 
 
   "Let's both go take that shower and have that nap," he retorted, running even faster.
 
 
   "Lucas please stop, what if you trip. Jeez, I'm scared."
 
 
   He laughed at my words, and at once his speed increased so much I had to bury my face inside his chest to handle.
 
 
   In the next second, he came to a stop. I lifted my face off his chest, and a familiar scent devoured my sense of smell. We were in his room.
 
 
   "Didn't know you were such a scaredy cat, thought you were the risk taker type of darling," he teased as he brought me down gently to stand back on my feet.
 
 
   "We were on the stairs, and you were running. A lot of things could go wrong. You could have slipped, or tripped and I could have fell out of your arms—"
 
 
   "Ssshhhh!" He hushed, his index raised and placed over his lips. His arm stretched and circled my waist to pull me to his body. "Since when do you worry too much," his soft voice breezed into my face.
 
 
   My face was tipped over so his could tower above mine. I watched his orbs glazed with desire as they bore into mine.
 
 
   My senses weren't radiant for some reasons. I know the kind of man this man is, yet I stood in front of him and watched his hand trailed over my neck to my shoulder.
 
 
   My body betrayed me further. I should not be this sensitive to his touch, I've hated him, I no longer feel attracted to him. Somehow I numbed to his touch, and those intense eyes fixed on me.
 
 
   "Mon Diamant," his hoarse voice called in a tight whisper as his head leaned into my neck. He placed a light kiss that set my system on flame.
 
 
   Every part of me, through and through, in and out, betrayed me as my eyes shut close and my senses that were weakened before was now far from me.
 
 
   His mouth sucked into my neck, and my inside tingled with an unfamiliar pleasant sensation. My lips parted in a soft gasp when his both his hands circled me in like a cage.
 
 
   His lips pecked me up till they found my parted mouth, instantly he locked onto it as he drew me in for a fervent kiss.
 
 
   Skies lit up, fireworks exploded, and my body seethed with a charged wave of passion. What's wrong with me?
 
 
   My body shouldn't react like this, this shouldn't affect me. Yet I opened up to him, I let his tongue danced with mine as he engaged me more in the act of delight and liberation.
 
 
   I had no idea when he moved me or how, but my back laid onto his bed with his lips still attached to mine.
 
 
   He pulled away to break the kiss, still on top of me he worked his mouth and hand down my body. I broke into pants, the taste of his mouth lingered by to trigger more sensation driven by my desire.
 
 
   I don't want him. I swear I don't.
 
 
   'Girl then fucking stop him, he's not our mate, he shouldn't be touching us like this. I've waited for you to snap to your senses since, but it seems you're to desperate to snap.'
 
 
   I heard Salome's voice whispered in my head, her words incoherent. I was far too deep in whatever I have going on with Lucas to comprehend or keen on what she has to say.
 
 
   Lucas paused with his exploration, he ripped my ankle length tights to expose my bare underneath for his eyes to feast on.
 
 
   My stomach curled with desire, something wild and strange crawled on my skin. I want more of his touch, his lips on my body, his body against mine, I just want him.
 
 
   How? I don't know how, but I want him.
 
 
   His hand located my private gateway. The part that dripped with a certain wetness I had no idea how I became that moistened.
 
 
   He ripped my elastic tight trouser the more for easier access to my private part, soon his finger was able to slip into the thread of my panty as he tugged on it and ripped it off.
 
 
   His palm rubbed on my wet surface and my system shuddered. I elicited a groan, brimmed with the zealous sensation.
 
 
   The tip of his finger touched my core, made to go in when a knock crashed down on his door.
 
 
   The knock banged not only on the door and also my head, senses that were once far from me returned as I jerked away from him.
 
 
   What have I done?