Page 9 of Feral King


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“Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling a little from the heat coursing through my veins.

“Have you not been warned about me? Have you not been told to fear the mad king?” he answered, his head cocking to the left as he appraised me. His tone was cool and calculated, but the rumble caused my core to constrict with a foreign need that overwhelmed me in an instant. I sucked in a heated breath.

“I don’t know who you are,” I replied, pressing my fingers against my chest in an effort to calm myself, but it did nothing. Instead, my arousal just continued to build.

The moonlight cascaded down on him, illuminating him like a mythical beast. I swallowed a whimper of yearning, trying to hold myself back despite the fact that I knew I was utterly failing.

“Don’t come any closer. Don’t make me warn you again,” he growled, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He squeezed his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned white. The rest of his body tensed with restraint, and I couldn’t understand why.

All my life, I’d kept quiet. I’d done what I was told without argument or even a word to stand up for myself. From what I could tell, this was a whole new world with terrifying creatures. For me, it was something of a new beginning.

So, I did something reckless for the first time in my life.

I took another step towards him at the same moment that the breeze picked up, swirling through my hair and winding directly towards him. His face twisted with scorn at me, his frustration towards my disobedience clear, but then I saw something else.

He was grappling with a desire all his own.

He wanted me too.

His herculean physique quivered with tenuous arousal. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as his fists tightened even further. His gaze darkened considerably with feral need, and the confidence that had drawn me in before turned to something far more savage and unhinged.

That didn’t stop me.

There was something about him that told me he wouldn’t kill me, but there was a tiny part of me that wasn’t sure I was right. I couldn’t really identify why I was testing fate like this, but he called to me in a way I’d never felt before.

“I warned you, human,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice ruthlessly vicious, but I kept going anyway until we were mere feet away from each other. His hands were shaking now, and I bit my lip, fully aware that I was standing before him naked while he was clothed.

I was close enough to reach out and touch him.

The magnetism between us was all-consuming, pushing me beyond all reason and fully into the realm of raw instinct.

My breasts hung heavy with desire, and I wanted nothing more than for him to reach out and graze his rough fingertips over them. He bared his teeth, not moving, and I stretched towards him, brushing my fingers against the coarse hair on his chest.

As soon as I made contact, he lunged towards me, and I cried out, startled. His fingers closed around my upper arms, and I yelped at the ache that coursed through my body. It hurt, but then my core constricted, and a fissure of yearning crackled through me with dizzying intensity.

He spun me around and pushed me down over a fallen log before he kicked my legs wide. With a frightened squeak, I looked back to find him staring at my bare ass with arousal, need, and something else.

One of his hands remained in position on my lower back, pinning me facedown. The log was thick enough to easily support my torso, leaving my head tilted only a little downwards with my arms and legs hanging. Neither my fingers nor my toes could reach the ground.

I felt so small and vulnerable this way.

For several long moments, all I heard was the hoarse sound of his breath. I imagined that he was studying the wetness between my thighs, the rounded curves of my bottom, and the long lines of my legs. The thought of him looking at me that way was especially arousing, and I squirmed a little, heedlessly showing myself off for him. Would he take me just like this?

In the books I read, it sometimes happened this way.

His breathing gradually slowed to a calm and even measure before his other broad hand settled on my bare backside, and I stiffened in an instant.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

He didn’t answer right away. Honestly, I didn’t know why I’d expected him to. Instead, he manhandled my left ass check, squeezing tight before he let it go, and then he did the same to the other side. A vicious jolt of pleasure raced straight to my core, and I let out a soft moan before I realized what I was doing. As the sound echoed around me, I clamped my lips shut and chewed at the inside of my cheek, feeling a fierce flush of shame come over my face at my inability to control my own arousal.

“You defied my orders,” he snarled.

“So what?” I sassed. I didn’t think as the words flew out of my mouth. Maybe I was too curious for my own good and just wanted to find out what he would do. I didn’t know. Knowing it was too late to take the words back even if I wanted to, I just waited with bated breath, my skin warming one degree after the next with whatever unfathomable heat had come over me.

“No one defies me.”

Except I just did.

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