Calista's POV
I am still wondering why the Alpha King would bring me with him. He transferred me to his wife, Luna Mercylle, to serve and be a servant to her. And now, he wants me back to join and sail with him?
Not that I would refuse.
Aside from I don’t have the right to do that, I would probably still accept the King’s offer.
But I just can’t help but ponder about it.
Then I realized I was first a w***e when I came into the palace. He took my first orgasm, tasted me in his royal mouth, and made me taste pleasure with just his tongue.
From that tongue of his, I could easily conclude that he is a good, amazing, and strong King. He was amazing in giving pleasure to women, how come he is not good in leading the wilding forest? He is the best, I must say.
To say the least, I am not really a supporter of Alpha Jacob. He is handsome, yes. He has a good body built, yes. His beard made him more manly that when he licked me down there, I felt it tickling on my skin.
That’s the memory I will never forget for the rest of my life, I’m sure.
My thoughts were clouding my mind and my whole system that I found it hard to sleep in, so I just took the time to prepare and pack all the clothes I needed.
When I left my room, I didn’t say goodbye to my co-servants. I don’t think we are all close enough to even care about where I will go.
It was still dark when I reached the dock, a huge ship was already standing on it, and countless men were making their way to the ship.
Then suddenly, in an unexpected manner, Mellisandrei appeared in front of me.
“Come to me, the King himself obliged me to take care of you.” She whispered, taking my hand as we joined the men walking up the ship.
“I didn’t expect I’d see you here, Mellisandrei. Where have you been? It has been…” I paused as I tried to recall the last day I saw her. “... days since the last time I saw you.” But I couldn't recall the days, so yeah.
“We share the same reaction, Calista. I also didn’t expect to see you here, might as well bring you by the King to the Red Blood Throne.” She answered without looking at me.
We stopped by at the end corner of the ship, we could already see the sun rising in our angle.
I felt her stare toward me, I snapped at her and raised an eyebrow.
“The King might want a servant that’s why he brought me here,” I said, directing her statement that she’s quite curious as well as me about my presence in this ship.
Mellisandrei’s lip rose then laughed. I was in awe for a moment, this was the first time I saw and heard her laugh!
“Don’t give me such nonsense ideas, Calista. I know that you have an idea why he wanted you here.”
Well, partly yes.
I looked away to watch the sunrise as the ship started to move out on the dock, we are about to sail now.
Mellisandrei was right. I have a hint of why Alpha Jacob brought me here.
I don’t want to assume things but… I believe he wanted to f**k me.
The thought made me gulp, remembering how gorgeous the man is and how powerful his body is. He already made me c*m by just his long tongue, I’m sure he could do more with his royal c**k.
I shook my head when I realized that I knew these things as quickly as expected. When I entered the moonlight throne, they said I’m innocent.
But I’m more than that now.
Mellisandrei had me enter one of the cabins, she was smirking at me, and with the way she gazed told me who was inside.
It was a massive cabin, dark but massive.
The air inside was thick, smelling of old-pine, woodsmoke, and a sharp, musky scent that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
There, in the dim corner where the fireplace shadows didn’t quite reach, Alpha Jacob was sitting on a porch, a book was on his lap when he lifted his gaze upon me.
“Your grace, Mellisandrei brought me to your cabin.” I confessed, my voice was soft that sounded like a whisper.
The Alpha King wore a heavy velvet tunic the color of spilled wine, trimmed at the collar and cuffs with thick, dark fur. Across his broad shoulders hung a sweeping ceremonial cloak of midnight black, held together by a heavy gold clasp shaped like a roaring wolf.
His leather doublet was intricately embossed with gold thread, and thick, polished leather boots rose to his knees. A massive signet ring caught the firelight every time his hand moved, a silent reminder of the crown he wore.
This is the first time I saw him wearing his royal clothes, and I must say it suits him.
“Come here,” he said.
My feet slowly brought me to him, as soon as I got closer, I noticed that the book on his lap was the same book I read in the palace’s library.
History of Vasileon Lineage
It said.
“You’re reading that book, your grace, about the Vasileon pack who ruled the wilding forest long before your family did.” I traced the book cover with my finger. “They were great rulers, but only one mistake was enough to bring their family and power to ashes.” I continued, smiled then sat beside him.
“You’ve finished this book already?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Not yet, your grace. I have just started reading that book yesterday and I must say it was a good book.”
Alpha Jacob stared at me like a puzzle he was solving in his mind. His gazes were so heavy that I couldn’t keep an eye contact with him so I had to look away.
“Who taught you to read?”
“A friend, an old friend of mine in the omega area.” I answered, trying so hard not to think of Leo again but I guess fate would always test you, huh.
So before Alpha Jacob threw me another question concerning our topic, I was quick to divert our conversation to another.
“Can I ask you something, your grace?” I snapped at him, he was still giving me that heavy, dark gazes.
Him raising an eyebrow was my signal.
“Not that I don’t want to be here but… I was just guessing why you brought me here with you.” There, I finally asked him.
"You're brave for asking me such question, but you should never question the King's command."
I gulped... then nodded
Alpha Jacob stood from the porch and walked to one of the wooden cabinets.
“You owe me something, remember?”
My forehead creased in confusion.
I owe him… something?
“The punishment. I wasn’t done punishing you, yet.” He then smirked, the kind of smirk that’s not funny but rather threatening.
There was a rope in his hands when he walked back to me, in swift motion, he carried me like a paper he could easily throw in the sea if he wanted.
His manly scent conquered my nose, and I suddenly forgot where we are right now.
I felt a soft cushion at my back the moment he dropped me on a bed.
He held my foot tightly then widely opened my legs.
“Ugh!” I screamed, my chest heaving up and down.
Fuck.
“It will take us two days or so before we reach the Red Blood Throne, and in those two days, I want to busy myself of something. And I want you.” Jacob’s hot fingers clawed on my legs as he tied the rope on it to the corner of the bed, causing me to be wide open for him.
“Y-Your grace, ughhh…” I moaned when he crawled over me to tie my hands.
The ropes were gripping me tightly, and it may sound weird but I felt excited of what he was going to do next on my body.
Alpha Jacob brought his face closer to mine. My lips parted in anticipation, lifting my head a bit to reach his own.
“You want my kiss?” He asked, his breathing was already touching me.
And although it felt so good to be with him in close distance, it was also a torture since I can’t squeeze my legs and pleasure my p***y.
“Y-Yes, your grace.” It almost sounded like a moan.
He gripped my jaw, his teeth gritted. “Call me Jacob, especially in bed. I want you to call me by my name when I punish you, do you hear me?”
“Yes, J-Jacob. I understand,”
He smirked then spat on my parted mouth.
I know I should be disgusted with it, but it made me more horny.
“Swallow it,”
I think he doesn’t need to command me anymore, I will surely swallow it like a blessing.
“How does it taste?”
I gulped then parted my mouth again.
“I need more to t-taste it better…”
His eyes darkened, then gave me another one. I swallowed it before he could even order me.
“More…”
I stuck out my tongue for another batch of his saliva. He spat it right on my tongue and I almost groaned when our tongues touched.
He watched me taste it first before swallowing.
“It’s perfect, Jacob.”