The Two Alpha Kings Possession

Chapter Six

Warning; adult themes/explicit scenes

Kendra's POV

We're out at the poolside, the party is dying down, and Chase is nowhere to be seen. I need to retrieve my bracelet from Chase before Anna notices that it was gone.

Managing to slip out of Anna’s sight, I wade through the entrance hall into the grand atrium. The palace is large enough for one to get lost without guidance, but I’ve had the privilege to tour every nook and cranny. I can go just about anywhere with my eyes closed. The map is stuck in my brain like a gum.

Chase’s bedchamber is on the south wing of the building. I’ve been in there once playing hide and seek with Anna when I was seven.

As I arrive outside the door, there are no guards to escort me inside. One of the double doors hangs ajar. This is weird in every sense. At least two guards are positioned on every doors of the palace at all times. This is too easy.

I swallow nervously as I stand there for a minute practicing my breathing exercises… breath in… and out… in… out. I slip through the bedroom door to find an empty room.

His bedchamber has been upgraded in a way that is fit for a king. Its furniture is opulent and over-elaborated with gilding. In the center is a monumental canopy of drapes, which is clearly to protect him from cold. The top of the bed is adorned with two bouquets of white ostrich feathers, a luxury product reserved only for royals.

Closing the door behind me with a soft click. I take a deep breath as i scan the room. The bracelet must be somewhere around, the problem is how to lay my hand on it before I get caught. It’s only a matter of minutes before he walks in through that door and... I will be murdered!

I open the wardrobe and feel around in the pockets of each of the jackets hanging up but before I can close it, a deep hoarse voice jolts me to a halt.

“I knew you’d come, little Pink. Looking for this?”

Little pink? Oh! My hair. He coined me a nickname on the account of my long, pink hair.

I slowly turn around to face Chase leaning against the door frame holding out the bracelet with a soft smile playing on his face. That same arrogant smirk he always wears.

If that is his intention, getting me to find him after the party by seizing my bracelet, it sure worked. I walked right into his trap. Now what?

“I am sorry, my Lord.” I apologize as i place one leg behind the other and dip into a curtsy, slightly bowing my head. “ The bracelet is very dear to me.”

He sniggers. “I know. Where did you steal it?” He asks, examining the gems on the bracelet. “This is no ordinary gems. It is rare amongst the nobles. So how did a low born like you get a hold of it?”

“My Lord, it is a gift from the princess.” I try to touch my back to the wall as he takes a step forward.

“Aha! The princess… your little protector.” His smile is hard, cruel as he backs me towards the wardrobe. “ Too bad she won’t be saving you from me today.”

Shit! My stomach churns with anxiety of what he plans on doing to me. My back hits the wardrobe, hard. He’s close to me, too close, sneering down at me with the perfect arrogance of a boy who knows he’s untouchable. He can literally do anything to me and get away with it.

“Hand me the bracelet and I will just leave. Please, my Lord.” I plead softly to draw his sympathy.

“I don’t think you mean that, little pink. I can smell your arousal even though you’re trying hard to bottle it. That kiss, you’ve come to get more.” His voice is dark, almost rasping, and I know he’s turned on. “ You bewitched me.” His ice-blue eyes fixed on mine.

Surprised, I gasp, tearing my eyes from his, “bewitched! I… I have done no such thing, my Lord.” This accusation is preposterous. I cannot bewitch him even if I wanted to. He is royal, and immunity covers them from being harmed by all forms of dark magic.

“Then get out of my head and stop muddling things up in there!” I fidget as he slams his hand into the wardrobe above my head. “I keep yearning for more. More of your lips. Why is that?”.

“I… I don’t know.” I manage to meet his gaze again. Could it be fear or nervousness, all I know is that my body is shivering in all the wrong places.

Chase is tall, his shoulder is broad, he is towering over me and looking down at me like he owns me, like he can do anything he wants with me.

“Your excitement is making you tremble.” He leans in and sniffs my hair, drawing a deep breath through his nose, he stands straight. “ You are a fvcking virgin.” He grins lasciviously down at me. “You are so pure.”

“What? No!” I exclaim quickly, wanting more than anything for him to not know that, to not know that there’s something of mine that’s precious and untouched, something I’ve been reserving for him. Only him. I fight to keep my shyness hidden, but I can’t help it. My face blushes bright pink at that, at him finding out that I’m pure.

A sharp moan escapes my mouth as I end up pinned between the large wardrobe and the hard planes of his body. I can feel every inch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel his c.cck rubbing against my thigh, hard and thick and bigger than I’d ever imagined a man might be in person.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he groans against the crook of my neck. “You’re like a drug, intoxicating, some fvcking witch. Why do I suddenly desire you so bad?”

He’s breathing hard. The feel of his c***k on my body sends a shiver through me, and I can feel the warmth spreading through me, reacting to his words. My core is throbbing, and my body… aching for him.

He run his fingers through my hair, down to the side of my face. His finger is soft and cold on my skin as he crawl them to hold my chin.

He tilts my face up, his eyes burning into mine like a volcano, “ Your lips, I want to kiss them senselessly. And maybe, fvck you hard against this wardrobe” His eyes are searching mine like he lost Something in there “… so hard, you’d be lucky to crawl by the time I’m done with you.” His growl is dark and I feel my core clench and throb.

“You’d let me take you, won’t you, little pink?” His voice pitches lower, more desperate, more feral.

I don’t think I want to be fvcked that way. But the way he says it makes it sound dark and delicious, and suddenly I want it, want him thrusting into my core, filling the deep and boundless ache that I have been longing for.

“I should leave now, my Lord.” I manage to voice out.