NYMERIA: THE EMPEROR'S LOST TREASURE

CHAPTER TWO

Nymeria’s eyes widened. This was the last thing she'd expected.

Had the emperor just saved her from those men just to do the same thing to her?

No, that's not possible. Why would he bother saving her?

“Do you need me to repeat myself?” The Emperor asked calmly, but it scared Nymeria.

She didn't want to know what would happen if he repeated himself, so she shrugged the fur coat around her body off.

Her fear and lack of observance made her miss the subtle reaction in the Emperor.

The way his brows pulled closer just by an inch.

Emperor Zyaire wasn't a man that lacked s****l pleasures.

He had women warming his cold bed every now and then, so why did his body react to the human's nakedness? No, not nakedness, because she wasn't.

Her body was draped with white, transparent lace that left nothing and everything to the imagination.

He could see her round breast, her slim waist that flowed down to envelope her wide hips.

As she undid the ropes of her attire, it fell to the floor in one swoop, leaving her feeling vulnerable, naked, and exposed to the eyes of the Emperor.

Nymeria felt the urge to wrap her arms around herself, but she didn't want to offend him. What if he offed her head too? A shiver ran down her spine, and when the chill night air kissed her skin, her n*****s tightened like tiny pebbles.

The King felt his lower anatomy react to this young human in front of him, and without any explanation, he crossed the distance between them and grabbed her naked body in his arms.

Her back arched under his weight, and he pulled the n*****s into his mouth, sucking like a starved youngling.

A sharp jolt of pleasure, one Nymeria had never experienced before, shot through her body, and she gasped, feeling the continuous tug of the King's lips in between her legs, almost as if they were connected.

A chain of moans escaped her lips as he sucked her hard and continuously.

Nymeria saw fireworks, and like them, she combusted in the arms of the Emperor, with no other stimulation but his lips on her breasts.

Emperor Zyaire inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his senses; he straightened and pulled her along with him.

“Tonight,” he murmured against her skin, watching goosebumps appear on it, “you're mine.”

***

Nymeria woke up to the sound of chirping birds the next morning.

Her mind foggy, confusion set in as she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings around her.

How did I end up—

Suddenly memories of yesterday's event came crashing back.

She looked down hurriedly and noticed that the beddings had been changed.

She'd remembered the emperor’s slight look of surprise at the crimson liquid that stained his erect manhood.

Nymeria blushed embarrassingly as she remembered the lewd woman she became last night in the arms of the emperor and wished the floor could open her and swallow her up.

Then she froze, remembering one slight detail during their lovemaking last night.

No, it... it can't be. There's no way. Nymeria shook her head and refused to believe the unusual phenomenon that had occurred the night before.

If it were true, the Emperor would have known; he would have said something. There's—

A knock echoed in the room before the door was slightly pushed open and a woman walked in. Nymeria couldn't see who it was until they’d rounded the corner, exposing the Emperor’s bedroom.

“Good morning, Milady.” A cherry brunette, dressed more sophisticatedly than Nymeria had ever dressed in her life, greeted.

“G—” Her voice cracked, the sound not higher than a whisper.

“Oh dear. You must have had a tough time last night. It's okay; I have the perfect remedy for you.”

Winter, the cherry brunette, was appointed as Nymeria’s waiting lady that morning and would be responsible for dressing and bathing her. The whole series of events was still baffling for the human.

How did she go from being the unwanted pest of the Empire to having a waiting lady and spending the night with the Emperor in one day?

As Winter ushered her through the long halls of the Palace, a series of questions roamed her mind, but each one disappeared the minute she walked into the dining room and her eyes locked with the Emperor's.

She hadn't been hallucinating last night; the tug in her heart had been real; it had really happened. Last night, during their mating, Nymeria had been bonded with the Emperor.

Mate.