The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 16

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 16 by desirenovel

Serena

A month had passed since my still unexplained travel to a different realm. Because of that experience, my perspective in life had changed. I saw the world on a grander scale now and I saw myself in it like an ant, so small and insignificant yet essential.

I also saw werewolf shows on televisions quite funny. Their version of the beast didn’t do justice at all to the real deal. But of course, I could be biased. Aero was royalty after all, and a king no less, so his wolf was expected to be magnificent.

These thirty days hadn’t been easy for me. I thought I’d come to think of my experience as only a dream but day by day, the memories of Phanteon and especially of its King haunted me. The castle, the manor, the wedding, the kiss, and the King’s face were vivid still.

The subject of my dreams was him. Always him. Worse, it was that kind of dream one could only see in erotic movies: him on top me pounding me hard, him beside me kneading my breasts and thrusting his erection, him doing me with my butt high up in the air, and not to mention the most erotic of all—his face in between my thighs doing heaven knows what there.

What’s more, the mark on my wrist was still throbbing and burning like crazy. It actually hurt a lot. I had to take over-the-counter pain medications to try and relieve it but even with those, the ache wouldn’t go away.

It was especially painful this night. I tossed and turned on my bed, whimpering and groaning in pain. If I was that barbaric, I would have cut my arm already, but I knew even if I do it, the pain would still be present. I had finally concluded the mark had magical qualities and its pain was more than physical.

I stood up from my bed and crossed the room, stopping in front of the castle painting I purchased many days ago. In my desperation to get help, I touched the surface of the painting hoping I would be transported back to Phanteon. It didn’t happen. I was partly disappointed.

I went back to my bed and lay there motionless for a few minutes, but even those few minutes became unbearable. The mark still throbbed, reminding me of my fake marriage with the man who was more than happy to kick me out of the castle.

Aero.

Truth be told, I actually missed him. Despite his many obvious flaws, he had some good qualities too. If given a chance to meet him again, I’d probably use up my strength to make him see that women had good sides. That they deserve to love and be loved. That we women had the ability to nurture a heart that was covered in darkness.

Sleep claimed me finally after a few minutes of musings. The dream world took over immediately and brought me to the same place I had been in my dreams many times: the king’s bed.

This time, I was the one on top of him, riding him, grinding my ass against his pelvis. I felt our sexes joined. I felt full inside and with that, a moan escaped my lips. He responded by lifting a hand and cupping my breasts. He thrust forward and up one time and I whimpered in delight.

“Aero…fuck, more…” my dream self ordered.

His face changed into a look of lust and after that, I was impaled in the most delicious of ways….

I woke up from the dream panting, feeling hot and really, really wet. It was another erotic session again and just like all its predecessors, it left me wanting more. It left me craving for my climax.

Biting my lip, a thought crossed my mind. Yes. Yes, indeed. This night, I’d have to help myself reach my orgasm. I won’t be denied anymore.

Putting it on action, my right hand slowly traveled down my crotch. As expected, the center of my underwear was already damp. It was a good development. As my fingers contacted my lips, the swelling in between it reacted, giving me a wave of sensations. It was more when I started vigorously rubbing myself.

Lost in the sensations, the king’s face popped out of my mind. Gladly, I used it to fuel my rubbing more. It was working and working a hundred percent. Once I reached my climax, I arched my back and lifted my hips up.

Fuck.

A name escaped my lips then. To my surprise, it was Aero’s name.

“Okay, mom said she misses you. She asks if you can come to celebrate Independence day with us,” my adoptive sister, Jessica, stated right before she sipped her watermelon milk tea in front of me.

We were inside a cafe located near my apartment and since this place was my favorite spot to dine, we always ended up here whenever she decides to visit me after her college studies for the day.

I nodded whilst about to drink my cup of espresso. “Sure, I could come to visit and stay for a few days.”