The Runaway Maverick

Chapter 14 -The King

"Wolf? You're a werewolf?" my voice was barely above a whisper.

My thoughts immediately went to Cato. I hadn't seen him for what felt like forever. I wondered if he was okay or if he was even alive. Did they, like me, get taken to the dungeon?

"In a sense, little mate." He chuckled. The laughter was smooth and deep stirring my stomach into a frenzy of butterflies.

What is it with this man and how does he keep doing this to my body?

"I am the werewolf" Wait, what? Perplexed I went to question him but he was quick on the uptake.

Sighing he pulled ever closer to his chest and hummed a soft reply "I am the King of everything in this world. Including you little mate"

I was speechless. The f*****g king? Uh what the hell do I even say in this situation? I mean I should be put to death, I was so incompetent and rude to THE KING!

The fates were truly against me.

"Are you going to kill me?" I stuttered my breathe faltering at the end. A guttural growl thundered throughout the room. He seemed to either accidentally enjoy scaring the s**t out of me or lived for my frightened expressions. I wasn't sure which.

"I would never hurt what is mine. What is ours." He grabbed my chin angling my eyes to meet his cold steely glare. I shivered at the intensity of his words, biting my lip apprehensively.

This man was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it.

"Don't do that little maverick." His voice had dropped another octave lower. The vibration of his speech sent another chill down my spine. Stop reacting like that body!

"Why do you say I'm yours?" My curiosity had overrode my fear, if only for a moment. Might as well make use of my sudden confidence.

"Because you are ours" he responded sternly. Okay, so a clear answer definitely wasn't on the table. Instead I tried a different approach.

I needed to be careful here, after all I'm playing with my fate right now. He could kill me with one movement.

"Sorry your highness" he growled but I simply ignored it. "I am ignorant of what you speak, in fact I am clueless about this world." I hope he believes me. I mean even to myself it sounds unlikely.

"No" Well that didn't work. Just great.

"Pardon me, your highness I still don't understand." My burst of confidence was quickly dissipating once again into terror.

His demeanor was very intimidating and I couldn't be anymore vulnerable right now. Plus I am still very much so still bloody naked.

"But you know I am your King, mate?" True, very true. I knew he was my king but not much past that.

"Yes, sire but I only recently learnt this." I replied hesitantly. His mood was shifting, his eyes darkening to a deep crimson, as I spoke.

"Stop doing that."

"What your highness?" I bit my lip harder to stop my nervous blabber from offending him.

"That" He snarled, indicating towards my mouth. Oh. s**t.

"Sorry Sire" I bowed my head in respect, finally averting my gaze once again to the floor. I was so surprised at how smoothly I transitioned into my submissive pose. I felt dramatically more comfortable in this position.

Showing I had no malicious intent was key right now, if I didn't want to end up a corpse like Mr Pervy.

"Don't look away from me little mate." I couldn't bring myself to lock eyes with him again. The way it made me feel was far to confusing to comprehend in an already strange interaction.

He was hugging me naked. Sorry, but I really can't keep his glare, I feel so, well nude.

Instinctively I went to cover my body from him, yet another big mistake. This time he grabbed my wrists, throwing me against the wall completely exposing my body to him.

FUUUUUCK!

"Mine." He nuzzled his face into shoulder breathing in deep before pulling back.

"You are my mate, which means you are mine. Your body included, my maverick"

Whats with all the nicknames? Mate? Maverick?

I really am stupid. Clearly it was a pivotal detail that up to this point had kept me alive but I was still oblivious.

"What is a mate, sire?" To this he generally seemed shocked. So it was unusual for someone not know what it was.

Great. Just embarrassing myself further. Well done Jess!

"Do you know nothing little one?" his hand had moved my arm to caress my flushed pink cheek. All I could muster was a small nod. His touch was electric against my skin.

Sighing once again he scooped me back into his embrace and moved into the bedroom placing me on the bed. Instantly I grabbed the blankets wrapping them around my cold form. Another possessive growl resonated around the room.

"I'm just cold your highness. If you don't wish for me to be using your covers then can I suggest proper clothing perhaps?" My irritated tone was unexpectedly projected aloud.

Damn it Jessie stop doing this to yourself!

"Feisty" His million watt smile illuminated the room. WOW.

Pacing in front of the beds edge he looked deep in thought but still like a statue crafted from marble.

"Sire?" I mumbled hesitantly.

"Stop calling me that." His brow creased

"You are the only person who should never address me as such mate" gulping I had no response.

I didn't know any other term to call him.

"Ryker. My name is Ryker." He looked expectantly at me. Oh right. I should probably introduce myself, its just hes so intense.

If he walked in a room everyone would, based on instinct, bow.

"Jessie but most call me Jess" He rumbled in approval. So I guess my name isn't displeasing then?

"Jess, you are mine now. I know you don't understand but trust me you soon will" There was a hidden meaning behind his words that made me uncomfortable.

I didn't want to know what that would entail but I had a feeling I would quickly become aware.

"Come" He beckoned me to stand. Hauling the sheets with me I cowered, a mere 5"7 to his 6"8. I never knew someone could be so tall.

Actually I had never thought I was small but by comparison I was a spec of dust.

"Good, you listened this time. That will serve you well here" Lost for words I absent mindlessly nodded as he pulled me to him again.

"I can't seem to let you go." his words were muffled as he inhaled deeply in my hair. This is so extremely awkward for me however this contact didn't seem to faze him in the slightest.

I guess he wasn't naked so that pressure wasn't there.

"Ryker?" He purred as I said his name.

"What is a mate? Why do you keep saying I'm yours? Why do you keep sniffing me? Why does it feel strange when you touch me? How am I not de-" my blabbering was interrupted by a booming roar.

"Uh I-" Even as I tried to recover from some blunder I didn't know of, I was pulled into a sudden blazing kiss that felt as if it would com-bust into uncontrollable flames.

His lips were soft but rough with need. Obviously just to stop me from talking he was going to r**e me.

The peck became ardent and more forceful knocking the air from my lungs. Tingles erupted in warm spirals as his lips traveled along my jaw, down to the crook of my neck.

Gasping for air, my hands dropped the blankets, clawing at his shoulders as his movements became more fueled. That was a big mistake. Ryker's hands brushed over my n****e causing me to automatically yelp at the contact.

Humming in response to my embarrassing noise he gripped me closer pressing something hard into my back. Shocked, I attempted to push him away, ignoring my own burning desire. This was wrong, all wrong.

My lips were swollen and bruised stinging my face. I didn't like this! Well I did but I didn't at the same time.

God, he was turning my brain to mush!

"S-stop" I whimpered. He just grunted in response and began nipping at my skin. Tears welled in my eyes as dug my nails into his skin.

Pleading I tried again " Pl-please stop" but my words were lost to him, his tongue licking and sucking at my nape. My efforts were futile. I didn't want to be taken in such a way.

Clearly he was much older than I was, so why was he doing this? As a king, no less, he had many choices when it came to women but he chose a girl?

Hot, floods streamed down my cheeks in vain.

"Ryker, you're scaring me". Instantly he froze, breathing deeply.

His grip loosened and I took the opportunity to duck out of his arms to the other side of the room, yet again naked.

God damn it, what the f**k was going on?

My voice choked with sobs I couldn't contain my confused rage. "What are you doing? You creep. Don't you ever touch me like that again!"

I was unable to see as my vision blurred by my own tears.

"Don't yo- Don't you come near me" I pleaded, shivering in the corner of the bedroom.

I have no idea as to what was going on, what the king wants with me, why my body reacted in such a way, why he assaulted me or how the f**k I was going to get out of this one. This all started because of that goddamn stone...

The stone! f**k! I had completely forgotten about such a pivotal part of my existence. Sniffling, I wiped my eyes to see Ryker hunched over shaking with anger.

Oh no, please no!

Before I could stop myself a loud scream parted my dry lips and pierced the tension as he stalked towards me.

I was so going to die, again.

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