Chapter 11:Can He Make Me Feel Something?
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Natasha POV
"Alpha...?" His name left my lips in a breathless whisper as I stepped further into the room.
I gulped, my feet suddenly unsteady at the sight of him.
What was he doing here?
"Daring me, are we?"
The words rolled out of him in a husky murmur that made my breath hitch. He stopped sniffing the shirt in his hand and slowly straightened, his dark silver eyes locking onto mine with dangerous intensity.
I expected to see shame in them Anything that showed he hated the fact that I had caught him like this—sniffing my clothes like mam out of control.
But there was none.
If anything, his face remained cold and unreadable, that same ruthless mask firmly in place, though the slight flare of his nostrils betrayed him.
"Wh... what are you doing here?" I forced the question out, my heart racing as I stared at him.
"Exactly what you wanted, she-wolf."
At that, he stood properly and I watched him pull something out from the pocket of his shirt. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it.
It was the piece of my cloth. The one I had cut off and secretly left with him. Heat rushed into my face immediately at the sight of it.
"This..." He slowly twirled the fabric between his fingers as he began stalking toward me. "It's yours, right?" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "You put it on me deliberately because you know your scent drives me crazy. Because you wanted to watch me lose control. Isn't that it?"
"I..." I swallowed helplessly, my throat suddenly dry.
I didn't even know why I had done it to him. It had just been an impulsive decision I had made back then in his study.
But maybe he was right.
Maybe some wild, unhinged part of me had wanted exactly this.
Because who wouldn't be tempted by the fact that a king, an Alpha King at that, was losing his mind over them?
"Let me get something straight, Katherina."
The sound of the name on his lips though not mine sent another wave of heat through me just as he got closer so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
His scent wrapped around me thick and heavy, making my head spin slightly. My back instinctively pressing against the wall behind me.
"Just one day in my palace..." His tattooed hands came up, bracing against the wall above my head and trapping me between his arms. "And you've already managed to turn this place into your own little circus."
His eyes dragged slowly over me, lingering on my damp skin, the towel barely clinging to my body.
"You couldn't wait for your turn in an entire harem full of women. No..." His jaw flexed. "You had to find a way to make me notice you."
The rough edge in his voice made heat curl harder in my stomach.
"And me..." he continued darkly, leaning closer until his breath brushed against my lips, "a king who should be punishing you for your disobedience..."
His fingers suddenly caught my chin, forcing my face up toward him.
"...yet here I am in your room like some pathetic puppet, one inch away from ripping that towel off you and f**king every bit of your mischief out of you."
A sharp breath escaped me before I could stop it at that word.
God.
Why did hearing that make my knees weak?
Why did a reckless part of me want him to do exactly that?
"You know..." His thumb brushed over my lower lip before two fingers slipped into my mouth.
I froze at first but then instinct soon took over and before I could stop myself my lips closed around them slowly, and I began sucking on it slowly at first then faster and I didn't fail to catch the way something dark flickered across his face as he watched me.
"Look at you?" The words vibrated from him in a low growl one that vibrated through me and sent another spasms of heat down to my core.
"I haven't even started anything yet" I sucked harder at his finger "But here you are falling apart with my fingers in your mouth" I didn't care about the scornful meaning in his words couldn't care but just continued sucking on his fingers like my life depended on it and maybe it did.
"You know what She-wolf" He started again his voice turning rougher now mirroring the dark look his eyes. "As a matter of fact I wanted to save the best for last," He paused briefly. "I wanted to take this slowly. Follow the usual process and figure out why both Rowan and I react so strongly to you before actually tasting you."
At that his gaze dropped to my mouth then lower to my cleavage peeking slightly from the towel and I felt the spot burn from where his gaze landed.
"But then..." He slowly pulled his fingers from between my lips, the wetness glistening against them, and I hated how empty my mouth suddenly felt.
He used the same fingers to pick up the piece of cloth from the palm resting against the wall then waved it lightly between us.
"You found a way to snap my patience in half. And now..." His eyes bored deep into mine now just as the air thickened around us "I don't want to wait anymore."
He snapped his finger twice at that instant and as though some invisible force obeyed him, the towel suddenly loosened then fell to the floor.
My breath caught just as the cold air brushed against my naked but before before I could process what happened the world shifted one second I was standing with him trapping me against the wall the next, I was lying bare against the bed.
A startled gasp escaped me.
My body burning all over, every inch of my skin hypersensitive beneath his gaze.
But it didn't stop there because in the next instant, he lowered himself onto his knees at the edge of the bed and my breath faltered at the sight of it. My heart nearly stopped.
The mighty king? Kneeling before me?
Hell to say I was shocked was an understatement.
"Wh... what are you doing...?" The question came out as nothing more than a shaky whisper.
Just as his fingers slowly parted my thighs, his touch firm and deliberate, and my breath hitched violently at the contact.
"Remember when you challenged me, she-wolf?" he murmured, looking up at me through dark lashes. "You told me you were different from every other woman I've touched."
The intensity in his gaze made my stomach twist.
Of course I remembered saying that earlier I remembered the confidence I had back then too.
But now?
Now with him kneeling between my legs looking at me like this, my confidence was starting to disappear little by little.
"So..." His silver eyes stayed fixed on mine as he continued while his grip on my thigh tightened slightly."Now I want to see exactly how different you are."
His thumb pressed lightly against my inner thigh, the movement slow enough to make my body tremble.
"That's where we're starting."
I swallowed hard.
His lips curved faintly, though there was nothing soft about the expression.
"Let's see whether I can handle you... or not."
And as his eyes held mine, hot and possessive, my pulse thundered wildly in my ears.
This was it.
The question that had haunted me from the moment I met him.
Could he truly make me feel something no one else ever had?
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