Married To The Prince and then Mated To The King

Chapter 5|| Pleasurable Sin

5|| Alina||

Darryl grumbled but eventually, he was just a coward who couldn't say no to his father. In the end, he left leaving me and his father, alone.

"Come Alina, I won't bite," Malcom called, stretching his hand to me. "Come let me take you to your room."

I didn't know if it was the air in their mansion or something was terribly wrong with my wolf, because all the emotions I thought I had overcome in the limousine were back, in ten folds.

—And I knew that the moment I held those fingers of his, it was going to get even more chaotic.

"Please, lead the way..." I said daring him to counter it.

As if reading my mind, he smiled— that devilish smile that made wetness pump between my legs—

"Sure."

He led me through a long hallway that took us to a flight of stairs. At the top he took the right side and after two doors, we stopped at the third and he unlocked it.

Wanting to escape from him, I rushed into the room hoping to gain control of the door from inside but he was a step ahead. As soon as I stepped in, he followed, locking the door with his large frame against it and pulling me to him.

I crashed against his toned chest, my wolf growling crazy from the sweet contact.

"Alina..." He whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of my cheeks.

A shivering sensation washed over me and I knew I was starting to melt but I fought back. I closed my eyes and shook the feelings away.

"You need to leave..." I hissed.

His lips drew closer to my ears; "I can't. My body can't."

He placed my ear lobe between his lips and began to slowly suck on it, creating a wave of pleasure that broke every thread of rationality in my head.

"Every part of me wants you... Alina... I can't help it. I want you so bad, it driving me crazy..."

I opened my mouth to give him a reply but the sweet things he was doing to me made the words hang somewhere in my throat, refusing to escape as I helplessly clung to him.

His free hand gently moved along my arm, reaching for my fingers. When he found them, he brought them to his groin area, making me feel how incredibly hard he was.

Holy goddess! He was hard!

"See what you do to me... How can I leave you when my wolf keeps screaming at me to take you?"

The outline of his c**k under my finger tips made me dizzy with need. All I could imagine was how it would feel buried within my wetness... And these feelings made me lose total control of my actions

My fingers began to move over his length, gently caressing it to a rhythm I couldn't even fathom.

"Fuck..." Malcom growled just as his lips crashed over mine.

I hungrily gave in to him, letting him kiss me senseless. My knees trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through me, igniting the flame of our bond.

Malcom lifted me off the ground and I clutched his neck, kissing him just as passionately as he was.

My desires took a pause as I landed on the softness of the bed. A little flash of my rationality reminded me of the abomination we were doing but I couldn't find it in me to stop it.

This was too good for me to stop...

My hand clutched his shirt, tearing open whatever barrier that stood between our skins as he fumbled with his belt.

My core began to tighten painfully at the delay and my breath was all that kept me steady as he shifted my dress and positioned himself between my legs.

"Hmmm..." I moaned as his thick c**k began to rub over my slippery c**t, making a way for itself.

"Can I...?" He croaked, his voice so huskily sweet, my eyes rolled in frustration and dug my nails into his back.

But he didn't penetrate, only letting his sweet c**k rub over my c**t. Turturing me...

"I need you to use your words Alina... Do you want me to f**k you, good?"

My c**t tightened with such need I almost cursed him as the words rushed out of me.

"Yes... Please yes!"

"Yes what, Alina?"

Oh f**k.

"f**k me, Malcom! Just do it!"

"Good girl..." He whispered as he spread me open and with one hard thrust, he fit right into me.

My eyes rolled as he stretched himself inside of me, filling up every space like it was the perfect match.

"Oh... Fuck..." He hissed as he slowly rolled inside of me. His thumb rubbing over my already sensitive c**t and I was on the verge of screaming.

Yet he wasn't done.

He tore the upper part of my dress exposing my swollen n*****s to his hungry gaze.

"...beautiful..." He whispered as his free hand began to massage them, while he continued to move his thick c**k hard inside me.

I felt sensations from every angle. All my nerves were erect as pleasure fed its way through me. I soon became a mess, screaming his name as his thrusts grew faster and harder.

Our bond hummed as we both reached our c****x and my senses returned.

The first question that burned my mind was simple: What have I done, again?

Malcom slowly pulled out of me and got into his clothes. Then he came to place a kiss on my forehead but I couldn't let him do it— not after I remembered who he was! My father-in-law!

"Please, just go away..." I whispered, my voice on the verge of cracking.

"Alina, you need to learn to accept it," he whispered, his hot stares raking over my blanket protected nakedness.

I couldn't even argue with him. I just wished it never happened.

"Alina, no one breaks out from the mate's bond. The sooner you accept it, the better it will be for us."

When I still didn't say anything, he let out a sigh and slowly walked out of the room, leaving me with my thoughts.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry but nothing happened. I just remained there on the bed, hating my very own choices.

I was still lost somewhere in my thoughts when a knock echoed against the door.

I blinked at the closed door and was still contemplating my next action when it sprung open. A maid stepped in and bowed.

"Good evening, Princess, I'm Mary and I'll be your personal maid... Plus, I am the only one allowed to barge into your room," she said letting out an awkward laughter.

I clutched the blanket around my chest tighter and made a mental note to keep my door locked at all times as I stared at the girl from head to toe.

Not even disconforted by my stare, she walked to what appeared to be my closet and pulled it open— her smile never leaving her face.

"Princess, I will be helping you prepare for dinner with the royal family," she muttered.

"Oh okay... Thank you, Mary." I whispered, still unsure of what to do.

Mary walked to the right side of the room and for the first time I noticed the doors lining the wall on that end.

"This is your bathroom," she said, before opening one of the doors and disappearing inside.

When she returned she bowed once more. "I have started the water for your bath, please go on in... I will pick a dress for you."

"Oh, okay..." I mumbled.

So as soon as she disappeared into the second door, I got up, wrapped myself in the blanket and hurried to the bathroom.

Inside, I made sure to scrub myself clean, washing away Malcom's scent and the memories of my sin. When I was done, I returned to the room to find a simple casual dress on the bed.

It was light blue with a top that hugged my waist while the hip region flowed freely to my knees.

"Woah, you look amazing," Mary chirped but I could barely form a smile.

Finally, getting the message, she kept quiet and just let me do my thing my way.

I slipped my feet into a simple pair of ballerina flats that she provided and just packed my hair into a ponytail before Mary walked me to the dinning area.

My nerves had calmed and I took my time to actually admire the decor of their mansion as we walked. It was simpler than ours but very beautiful in its own right.

The dinning hall was located just beyond the reception area and the golden chandelier hanging above added a magical touch to the place. I was still lost in my admiration when Mary's voice cut through.

"Princess, I am sorry but this is where I stop. Beyond this spot is only reserved for the royal family..." She said.

"Oh... That's fine..." My eyes wandered to the dining hall just ahead from us and I frowned.

There were three women sitting with Malcom on the table.

"Hmm Mary, if the table is only reserved for the royal family, who are those?" I found myself asking.

"Oh, that is princess Daphne and Danielle, Prince Darryl's sisters... And their mother, Luna Xora..."