CURSED TO BE YOURS- I Swapped Bodies With the Alpha King

Assassins

CHAPTER 14

Marlik's POV

They wanted to kill her if I wouldn't let her go. She was a threat to the Kingdom and also to my mate.

The council believed Lyra was the reason for my sudden act and in order to stop that, they wanted her dead. All attempts to kill had failed, the poisoned blade was the perfect alternative for the council.

I could have died in her body, every event explains why the pack was not a safe place for her.

After the poisoned blade, I insisted we stay together always. That was the best option at that moment. Else things could turn out worse than we expected.

"If they're trying to kill my body, we can't be separated," I said and she didn't argue. "I have to protect myself." I added.

She agreed to allow me to move back into the main bedchamber. The servant moved my things there and I had to spend the night in that same chamber with the witch.

Her decision had ended us in that position and it could no longer be reversed. We had to face it after all, I hadn't found the solution to the curse. The closeness between us was suffocating and electric, I wouldn't deny but I didn't want to admit anything with the witch.

"I will do this," Lyra said, preparing the bed for us to sleep. I glanced at her and stepped away while she arranged the bed spread properly.

I walked to the other side of the room to strip off the day gown, standing in only a shift. I sensed Lyra lost staring at me in her own body and I spoke.

"Stop staring,"

"I'm not." She rushed. I smirked, noticing her shaking voice.

"You are," I glanced over my shoulder. "Do you like what you see?" I asked, after a moment of silence.

Lyra cleared her dry throat loudly. "That's my body." She managed to say.

She called that her body but she could still lust uncontrollably over it.

"Exactly," I said, turning. "You should know every inch. Why does it affect you when I'm in it?" I questioned, facing her properly but she gave no answer.

I moved closer, swaying. "Or maybe it's not the body. Maybe it's me." I added and she leaned backward towards the bed. I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her with her gaze still fixed on my body.

"What are you doing?" She questioned but I didn't stop, still I leaned towards her until she couldn't move back anymore. "Malrik, don't—"

I paused, staring at her eyes. "Don't what?" I purred, straddling her lap. "Don't make you admit you want me?"

My hands slid up her chest in my body and her hands gripped my hips. Silly her, how could she push me away and pull me back with her action.

"We can't." She said,

"Can't?" I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Or won't?" I whispered in her low voice, into his earlobes.

Her body shook and her restraint shattered as she flipped us, in a quick manner. She pinned me beneath her and I stared back at her, noting how effective my touch was on her.

"You want to play games?" She growled in my voice. I opened my mouth to speak but she captured my mouth, swallowing my gasp.

She deepened the kiss each second as her hands roamed, mapping every curve of my body. The sensation grew intense. I leaned in, wanting every part of her.

"Yes—" I moaned.

Lyra's mouth moves to my throat, biting, sucking. Her hand slides under the shift, cupping my breast in her body. The heat increased as my whole body shook, the more she rubbed them gently the more body craved the need for her.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled her closer. My nails dig into her shoulders.

"More–"

Lyra pushes the shift up, taking my n****e into her mouth. The sensation echoes through my body and I could sense hers to have my hands run through her back. Her other hand slides between my legs, finding slick heat.

"So wet," Lyra murmurs against her skin."Is this all for me?" She demanded.

"Shut up and touch me," I demanded breathlessly.

Lyra circles my c**t in her body, slow and teasing driving my body insanely with need.

My hips bucked, seeking more. "Stop teasing," I muttered.

"Beg," Lyra said, still circling my c**t.

My eyes flash with defiance. "Never," I would never do that to that witch. "You should know I wouldn't do that," I added and she withdrew her hand completely with a smirk.

"You're cruel," I let out a frustrated sound.

"You like it," Lyra counters, still having the annoying smirk on her face. I made to respond but before I could she thrust two fingers inside my c**t.

"Damn!" I cried out, head thrown back.

The world fracture and felt my body switch to its original body. I was suddenly on top, my massive body pinning Lyra.

My fingers were still inside her, and the sensation was devastating. I smirked, staring down at her.

"Malrik!" She sobbed.

I pumped my fingers ruthlessly, my golden eyes burning. "You feel that?" I asked but she couldn't answer. "That's what you do to me," I added.

My thumb finds her c**t, and Lyra shatters completely.

She comes with a scream, convulsing around my fingers. I watched her fall apart, staring back expressionlessly and possessively.

I deepened my thumb and her body shook, vibrating through my finger. When she finally stills, trembling, I withdrew my hand and immediately we switched back.

I was beneath her again while we both stared at each other, panting.

We both stayed in that moment for a while before calming down. She pulled away from me and I got dressed while she did the same. We retreated to opposite sides of the bed, silence filled the room.

I threw a glance at her after a moment and I caught her staring at the ceiling. What was she doing?

I waited a moment, noting that we had to put an end to our act. We had to quit doing that.

"This has to stop." My voice broke the quiet.

Lyra turns to face me, instantly. "I know." She muttered.

Staring back at her, I felt the need to confess. "Every time we touch, we lose control. We switch. We," I stopped and my jaw tightened.

"We what?" Lyra asked quietly.

I waited a moment for her to raise her head and my eyes met with hers. "We forget we hate each other," I muttered.

The words hung heavy and she stared back at me. Though I hated her and I wished I could put an end to her, the fact still remains that this witch made me feel what I had never felt all my life.

The feelings could not be denied and it drove me insane.

"Do we? Hate each other?" Lyra asked, a bit of sadness evident in her voice.

I looked away before speaking. "We should," I muttered before facing her. "You're destroying my kingdom. I'm keeping you prisoner. This is—"

"Survival," Lyra finished. "We're both just trying to survive." She added and I stayed still for a long moment, only staring back at her.

I couldn't figure out the best world to use, maybe she was truly only trying to survive and I also had to survive in her body. That could be true but I couldn't bear to watch my kingdom fall apart right in my eyes.

I wouldn't.

"Tomorrow," I finally said. "I want to know exactly what you're planning with the council. No more secrets," I added.

She paused, swallowing hard. "And if I refuse?" She questioned.

I stared back at her, considering what she said. If she refused to tell me what her intentions were then we were nothing but what I had assumed her to be.

"Then we're enemies again," I said, flatly. "And I will take your life, Witch," I said, meaning every word.