Page 52 of Feral King


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The riverbank was even more beautiful under the cover of nightfall, but that wasn’t the only thing that took my breath away.

The grassy bank was covered in radiantly glowing flowers.

Heartbloom.

Their slender stems rose gracefully from the ground, adorned with velvety leaves that shimmered in the moonlight. The blossoms themselves were a sight to behold—petals unfurling in shades of rose, magenta, and crimson, and arranged in a series of delicate layers. Each flower possessed a heart-shaped center, a vibrant core that pulsed with an ethereal luminescence, as if infused with the very essence of love and life. They clustered together, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of vibrant color and ethereal beauty in the same place where Roken and I had lain together that very first time.

This was the key to breaking Roken’s curse.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

I grabbed his hand and led him over to the clearing, where he yanked me back towards him and stared down into my eyes.

“I shouldn’t let myself fall for you, but I fear it’s too late,” he mused.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, reveling in the feel of his strong form against mine. “I love you, Roken.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“You won’t. I trust you,” I answered. I slid my fingertips up the back of his neck and dug into the back of his scalp. The same wild look that had come over him in the seer’s cabin graced his face, and I pushed onward. The prophecy had guided me to this moment, and now I had to trust in destiny to break his curse.

After all, his kiss had broken mine.

I angled my face towards his and looked deep into his eyes. The emerald green of his irises sparkled with gold flecks, almost silver under the light of the full moon. His eyes searched mine, reluctant yet full of yearning at the same time.

“I need you,” I whispered.

My admission awoke the feral beast deep inside him. His eye glowed with the slightest tinge of otherworldly violet—magical evidence of the curse instilled upon him by the Dark King’s wizard.

Without warning, I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips against his. At first, my kiss was tentative, explorative, but it didn’t stay that way. He kissed me back with rising persistence, like all the emotion he’d kept hidden inside was finally rising to the surface to be set free. His hand wound around the back of my skull, holding me firmly as he deepened the kiss. His other arm circled my waist, pulling me in close and pressing my body firmly against his.

His cock was rock hard.

“You’re playing with fire, mate,” he rumbled, and my core danced alive with heat.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I snarled in return. His gaze glimmered with restrained savagery as he pulled back to study me, but that didn’t last long. His mouth swooped down, not just to kiss me, but to claim me as his. The brutal kiss hurt from the start, demanding my full attention as he took my lips as his own. His tongue broke through my meager defenses, dancing with mine roughly enough to leave me sore. As he pulled away, his teeth dragged against my lower lip, nipping me hard enough to make me yelp out loud.

“If you want this, sweet girl, it’s going to hurt,” he warned.

“Then make it hurt,” I dared him.

His answering growl made my core clench tight. My fingers clutched at the back of his scalp, digging in as he gripped the cord lacing my gown together and yanked it hard. I slapped his hands away, and his gaze darkened. With nimble fingers, I unlaced the ties holding my dress in place and quickly shimmied out of it, leaving me in nothing more than a simple lace bralette and a pair of panties.

He reached forward to take my bra within his grasp, and with one hard yank, he tore through the lacey piece as though it were a sheet of paper. The threads gave way to his strength, fraying one by one until the fabric pulled away from my body and bared my breasts. They bounced free, heavy with desire as I stood before him.

My nipples were already tight little buds, desperate for his attention.

As I leaned in closer, inhaling his intoxicating scent, my heart skipped a beat. The ruggedly woodsy aroma enveloped me, intertwining with my senses in a way that felt so familiar, so inherently right. It was as if the very essence of him, strong and untamed, ignited a fire within me. In that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that he was my true mate.

I wanted him to take me right then and there.

Without a word, he splayed one hand on my lower back and took hold of my panties, pulling them up gently so that they slid between my folds. The fabric held my clit captive, and I drew in a heated breath as he rocked them back and forth, using enough pressure to tease my needy clit, and I panted as a surge of desire rocketed straight to my core. He taunted me until I cried out, but it came out sounding more like a moan, and I clamped my lips shut. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep quiet. But as the seconds passed, it became more and more difficult. Before too long, I was holding back one gasp after the next, and he leaned down, kissing a moan straight out of me.

His fingers tightened and I tensed, but that was the only warning he gave before he tore my panties from my body. The fabric pinched the lips of my pussy, and I cried out, a surge of sharp pain rushing over my most sensitive place. The bite was harsh at first, but then it lessened until the only thing left was the gentle throb of desire.

He’d barely put his hands on me, and I was already on the cusp of release.

His arm wrapped around my waist. His hands grasped my ass roughly as he lifted my feet off the ground. My legs wrapped around his hips as he lowered me to the ground so that I was flat on my back. His larger form covered mine with ease, but he was careful not to press his full weight on me, just enough to keep me prisoner beneath him.

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