The Alpha's Auctioned Omega

Chapter 07: Drunk Alpha King

"You must be Aquilla."

I slowly stepped back to find the way out, but my back bumped into a wall and I halted.

Cyrus, who is drunk, is in front of me right now, also marching closer to me with a blank expression as he scrutinized me.

After dinner, my stomach strangely felt painful, so I decided to look for the comfort room; however, on my way there, I heard Cyrus inside this room making groaning sounds of pleasure. Immediately, I knew what he was doing, so I shook my head and attempted to go away. I didn't mean to enter, but he suddenly opened the door and pulled me inside. My heart was thumping so fast and I didn't think there was space for more.

His ears are red and so are his cheeks. I couldn't ignore the sounds he made earlier. Maybe he had just finished pleasuring himself.

"You heard me?" he asked and placed both his hands on either side of the wall, putting me in a corner. I gulped and took a deep breath to calm my heart. I don't think I could speak in front of him right now.

"Sorry, Alpha, I was on my way to the comfort room but ended up hearing you here. I didn't mean to listen to you the whole time, though. Promise! I will never come back here anymore—"

I halted speaking as he moved his face closer to my neck and sniffed. I felt the air going inside his nostrils. It made me quiver and shut my eyes.

"Strawberry, vanilla, honey," he mumbled.

I opened my eyes and arched my brow after he said those words. Was I mistaken?

"Uh—excuse me, Alpha, I need to go to the comfort room and—"

"No," his profound, commanding voice made me shut up. It's as if I am an obedient dog.

For a moment, I stared at his lovely sharp face. His ebony black hair was slowly turning into copper brown, which made me stand in awe. His deep ocean-blue eyes stared right into my soul and his wet lips were damped in tequila. I thought of wanting to kiss him, but I immediately averted my gaze away to kill those stupid thoughts. He isn't wearing anything except for his jeans, which are almost revealing his—you know. His body is the type of body I want to touch.

"You know I can read minds, hm?" he muttered again.

I gulped for the second time and closed my eyes. I just want to leave this place before I get even more thoughts about him!

I suddenly felt his nose touch the tip of my nose and his big hands landed on the sides of my head. He opened his mouth and gently moved it to open my lips. I was flabbergasted and didn't know what to do.

"Your pheromones, Aquilla, you don't know how to calm yourself. You don't know how to tame your wolf."

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back. Good thing I had the slightest idea about kissing. I've never kissed anyone before. And the thought of Cyrus, my first love, being my first kiss is elating.

Both his hands wandered on my back and paced back and forth around my waist and my hips. I liked it. I liked how he touched me with passion. I did the same with my hands on his, but I made sure I didn't do it as aggressively as he did with me. His body muscles are too stiff and outlined.

The taste of his mouth is what I didn't want, but the movements of his tongue and lips just overlap the awful tequila taste. Our teeth are clashing against each other and there's nothing more I could ask for.

He pulled his mouth away and we both gasped for air.

"Why do you taste like desserts?" he asked while gasping. I don't know if he's serious about that.

He pushed me onto the big couch just beside us and he slowly landed on top of me. His chest was against mine and I felt his heart throbbing as fast as a race car. His fingers gently played with the strands of my hair as he kissed me again.

"You have beautiful eyes, Aquilla."

That made me fall even more. I can't believe he complimented my eyes, those eyes that no one in town ever appreciated because they were plain gray.

I don't know if we should be doing this, but I wouldn't waste this moment. It's as if I've been waiting for this to happen.

He pulled himself again and looked at me to read my expression. I bet he was asking for consent. I nodded my head. He immediately looked at my shirt and unbuttoned it with speedy fingers. I wasn't wearing a bra so my whole chest was revealed. As soon as he saw my breasts, his mouth formed an "O" shape. I couldn't help but giggle, but I also felt embarrassed. I know I got them big, but what if he doesn't like them?

"I—" he was breathing hard. "like it."

His big palm grasped my b**b as he planted a kiss on the side of my neck. He kisses my collarbone, then slowly moves his head down until he reaches my b**bs. His other hand went to the other and started playing softly with my hard and taut n*ppl* with his two fingers pressing them between each other.

I mo*ned quietly and bit my lower lip. I never experienced such pleasure before. His tongue was circulating around my other n*ppl* with his fingers on the other. I don't know what to feel anymore. This feels so good!

I felt him hard down there. My mind is too overwhelmed with all that is happening right now and I can't help it!

Momentarily, Cyrus looked back at me and smirked. His small dimples displayed themselves. I realized that his dimples are smaller and sexier than Kieran's. Kieran has cute and deep ones.

Cyrus's large hands pushed my legs away and I parted them wide like a tamed kitten. I was wearing a skirt and just my red-laced underwear. My skirt strode up my belly.

Cyrus grunted and closed his eyes. I heard him sniffle. "Why do you have to smell so good?" he asked me again.

I don't know how to respond to his strange questions after making me feel so exhilarated.

"And you're wet?" his tone came out a bit different, like he was in shock while scrutinizing what was between my thighs.

What wet?

He sighed and I saw his head moving closer down to my—

"UGH!"

I screamed. He made a sudden unexpected movement!

His tongue, that aggressive naughty tongue, is now going around in circles around my bud. Even if I was still wearing my underwear, I could feel it. I could feel whatever he was doing.

My toes curled up and I felt my legs stiffen. He goes faster and faster with his big and long fingers thrusting inside, and his other hand still playing with my n*ppl*. He's so good at this, but I have no idea what he's doing. My hands immediately grabbed his fully turned copper-brown hair and pulled it. I didn't mean to hold onto it, but I couldn't get my hands on anything else!

Everything I did was groan and scream in pleasure. My mind couldn't take it anymore. It's too much. Too ecstatic for me to handle. I felt like fireworks were popping inside my body. I wanted to fly and scream my heart out.

This is a different kind of feeling I have never felt before, especially since it is Cyrus doing this to me. I love him.

I gasped as I felt like my whole body was starting to stiffen. He was going too fast and too well.

"A—alpha Cy— I think I'm about to—" My eyes rolled back with my mouth opened wide. The last thing I knew that happened was that my heart was pounding so fast while I was moaning in pleasure.

And the last shout I made to respond to my body being electrocuted by him was the best. I dropped my legs and took a deep breath.

"Maybe the auction wasn't bad, hm?"

He wiped his mouth after he finished and looked into my eyes again. I could barely even open them. For an unknown reason, even though I felt so happy, tears started to fall from my eyes. I don't even know why. Why am I tearing up? What he did makes me feel the best!

Cyrus wiped my tears using his hands that traveled all over my body.

"Shh, I will stop from here. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," he consoles me with a gentle voice while trying to calm me down.

He pulled my skirt back down and buttoned my shirt back. He sat on the couch while staring at me with his drunk, concerned look.

"I'm not sad—"

"I know. I can read your mind. You don't have to explain if you can't."

After a few more minutes, I took a deep breath and sat down beside him. This is more awkward than all that kissing and touching. I don't know what to tell him. The blank state of my mind a while ago has turned into a mess right now. I'm having various thoughts about us—about what we just did, I mean.

"Sorry, I am startled. I didn't know what to do and—"

"It's my fault, I know. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have acted like a wild wolf because you couldn't control your pheromones."

He's talking about my pheromones again. A random thought came into my dumb mind.

"Do you like sweet things?" I asked him out of the blue.

He turned his head at me and blinked his eyes. His lashes are long and dark like his hair right now. Ebony black. I wonder why it turned copper-brown a while back.

"I don't," he firmly stated. "I hate sweets."

I pressed my lips together and sighed. Then why was he muttering about strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and honey? Maybe I just misheard him.

Silence filled the room. Nobody dared to speak. And amidst that deafening silence, my stomach started to grumble like a hungry whale.

This will be in my journal entry as the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Cyrus looked at my belly, then up to my face, then back down at my belly again.

"Are you hungry?" he proceeded to ask.

I shook my head and stood up from the couch, but as soon as I stood up, I felt the aftermath down there. My legs wobbled and I fell down on Cyrus's lap. Thank goodness he caught me.

"Woah—tingles," Cyrus mumbled.

Another embarrassment to be added to my journal.

"I need to go. Sorry for what happened, Alpha." I bowed my head and didn't look into his eyes again.

Again, his fast hands reached my wrist and stopped me from going out of the room. This room is definitely not his room, but more like an office.

"I'll talk to you later. Come back here after you have finished fixing your stomach," he ordered in an authoritative voice. I can't believe how he could be so composed in speaking even when he's drunk. This is how he speaks to everyone else here. He emits a strong and firm aura and voice that makes everyone intimidated.

I nodded my head. I can't disobey him.

I marched swiftly toward the comfort room at the end of the long royal hallway. My heart dropped down to the cold floor when I saw Kieran suddenly appearing in front of me out of nowhere. Where on earth did he even come from? I couldn't even sense his presence.

He tilted his head and examined my face for a while. His dark eyes went down to my shirt and my wobbly legs.

Kieran took a deep breath after peering at me like a detective.

"Oh my goodness, eagle, I didn't tell you to fly immediately," he uttered in a teasing tone.

And again, another chapter of embarrassment.

My face reddened as I realized he had figured out what had happened between Cyrus and me. Did he hear us? Or worse, did he hear me groan in pleasure? This is even more embarrassing!

"I just had to come here to make sure you are okay. Everyone in the dining hall is waiting for you to come back as Madame Butterfly prepared questions for you as the newcomer." He took a deep breath once again. I couldn't tell if he is disappointed in me or just tired. "And what happened will remain a secret. I give you my word. You know how this can damage you and your family's reputation, right?"

I nodded my head and looked down in shame. I didn't think of that. I was too dumb to even think about that. WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT THAT?!

Kieran knows what happened and I can't trust him fully. If he tells me what happened to everyone, I will be in trouble—in great trouble. Besides, most of the nobles and probably everyone here would believe him if he said so. He is Devas’ most skillful mage — I heard him say that during dinner.

Maybe that's why I couldn't sense him because he was using a large amount of magic to hide his true self.

"Go and fix yourself," he told me, this time, calmly. "Don't do that again, eagle. Your screams were making my eardrums explode. I am here to keep you safe and what you are doing isn't helping you at all, nor your family."

I looked at him and nodded my head. I still feel very deplorable. "I won't. Please don't tell anyone about it, Kieran."