30 Days with The Ruthless Alpha King

Surrender

I kept walking down the moonlit corridor, my bare feet silent on the cold stone. My heart beat fast in my chest, a mix of fear and something warmer I couldn’t name. Part of me wanted to turn back, but I didn’t. I stopped in front of Lucian’s chambers, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

He sat by the window, his back to me, writing something at the small desk there. The room still smelled faintly of broken wood and the sharp tang of spilled ink. Moonlight outlined his broad shoulders. He didn’t turn around, but his voice came low and rough. “I told you the next time you snuck into my room you might not survive it, didn’t I?”

I didn’t say anything. My feet carried me straight to him. He was sitting in the chair, papers scattered in front of him. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed my mouth to his before he could speak again. His lips were warm and firm. For a second he stayed still, surprised. Then I felt him harden under me, the thick press of him against my thigh through his clothes. I rocked my hips slowly, grinding against him, and a low groan rumbled in his chest.

His hands grabbed my back, pulling me closer, and he kissed me fiercely, like he was starving. Our tongues met, hot and urgent. A moan slipped from my lips as heat pooled low in my belly. He tasted like wine and smoke, familiar and addictive. I kept moving, pressing down harder, feeling him grow even bigger beneath me.

Suddenly he stood, lifting me easily, and started toward the bed. But I held his shoulders and whispered against his mouth, “No. Tonight I want control.”

He paused, one eyebrow raised, eyes dark with surprise and hunger. Then he gave a small nod, like he was daring me. I slid down and pushed him back onto the bed. My hands shook a little as I undressed him, pulling off his shirt, then his pants. His body was all hard muscle and warm skin under my fingers. I wrapped my hand around his c**k, stroking slowly from base to tip. He was thick and hot, pulsing in my grip. Lucian hissed, his head falling back against the pillows.

I took my time, exploring him with my hands and mouth. I licked along his length, tasting the salt of his skin, then took him deeper. His fingers tangled in my hair, not forcing, just holding on. “Cressida,” he growled, voice rough. I climbed back on top, guiding him inside me. We both moaned as he filled me, stretching me perfectly. I started moving, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm that made pleasure spark through every nerve.

Lucian’s hands gripped my waist, helping me, but he let me stay in charge. I rode him harder, faster, my breasts brushing his chest with every movement. Sweat slicked our skin. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and soft gasps. He felt so good inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I leaned down and kissed him again, deep and messy. “You feel incredible,” I whispered, and he thrust up to meet me, making me cry out.

We lost ourselves in it. I came first, clenching around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He followed soon after, his body tensing. His eyes suddenly glowed gold, bright and wild, and his fangs lengthened. For a moment he looked like he might mark me, teeth hovering near my neck. But he turned his head at the last second, burying his face in my shoulder instead as he spilled inside me with a deep groan.

We slumped together on the bed, breathing hard, limbs tangled. He pulled me close, his arm heavy around me, and we fell asleep like that, warm and exhausted.

The next morning we didn’t leave the bed for hours. It was the twentieth day of our contract, and neither of us mentioned it. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Lucian woke me with slow kisses down my neck, his hands roaming my body until I was aching for him again. He took his time satisfying me in ways I couldn’t explain—his mouth between my legs, tongue teasing until I shook and begged, then sliding into me from behind while I gripped the sheets. Every touch felt deeper, more intense. I lost count of how many times he made me come, whispering my name like a prayer against my skin.

I rode him again in the afternoon light, slower this time, savoring every inch. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing my n*****s, sending sparks through me. We moved together like we belonged, sweat mixing, hearts pounding. “Cressida,” he groaned as he came, pulling me down for a fierce kiss. We stayed wrapped up in each other, talking little, just touching and holding on.

Later that evening, I drifted off in his arms, my body sore in the best way. A knock on the door woke me, but I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Lucian shifted carefully, like he didn’t want to disturb me.

I heard the door open a crack and Thorne’s low voice. “The seer is here to see you.”

Lucian answered quietly. “Good. Keep it quiet.”

Thorne hesitated. “Are you sure we can’t tell Elara the truth?”

Lucian was silent for a long moment. Then he said, “I think I have found the one to break the curse.”