Taming the Rogue King

Drunken Dream

Liam’s POV from the time when he gets the bottle of Whiskey and settles down on the couch to get sloshed

Liam

He drowned one shot of whiskey after another in quick successions. There was no need to dilute the spirit. He needed its sharp burning in his throat. It made him feel alive. He wanted to get wasted to numb the pain of rejection.

His life had been such a pathetic mess. The mother he grew up with, or for that matter, remembered as his mother wasn’t his biological mother. The father he was taught to mourn wasn’t his father. Even the woman he decided to marry because of Miriam and his clan wasn’t his mate.

Today, he had alienated the love of his life. His mate had just walked out on him.

He poured another peg of whiskey. By now, he had started to feel the buzz. He was missing both Ira and his stupid a*ss Lycan.

As he finished half of his glass, he started feeling lightheaded. Without his Lycan, he was such a lightweight! He chided himself and slowed down his sips, still wondering what he had done to deserve such a fate.

Will my actual family accept me? Why didn’t they bother to look for me? Are my parents alive? Do I have siblings? I would know only when the family tree is put together. Ira could have done it so easily. She is so amazing! So intelligent! What will happen now that she is leaving? His thoughts ran wild as he continued to sip his liquid gold.

His favaourite fragrance of frangipani wafted in.

Just thinking about her is enough for me to remember her scent! Am I going crazy?

He felt his Lycan stir, and the fragrance became stronger. From the side of his eyes, he saw a silhouette come close to him. As she came right in front of him, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

I am hallucinating now! He grumbled in his thoughts.

The tiny, elegant fingers of the apparition struggled with his fingers, holding the glass of whiskey. She eased the glass out of his hands and placed Ira’s bracelet in his palm. The golden studs shine with a gleam as if mocking at his mental state.

He blinked, trying to understand what was happening.

He had stowed away the bracelet safely in a corner of his wardrobe along with Ira’s shoes. They did not smell of her anymore.

He looked at the apparition and blinked, trying to make it disappear. She looked so beautiful with her questioning glare.

Her sexy luscious lips moved to ask him why it was in his cupboard, but why was she asking? How did it matter? She was just a figment of his imagination!

A drunken illusion! Would the bracelet have her scent in his dreams?

He lifted it to his nose and sniffed.

Nothing!

He took another deep breath, but nothing again!

“It doesn’t smell of you anymore!” He mumbled to himself.

His Lycan sniggered, ‘but I can smell her!’

‘Me too!’ he responded to his Lycan and caught hold of the wrist of his illusion and pulled her onto his lap.

He held her close. Her weight on his lap felt very real, and the warmth of her fragile frame against his chest felt real, too. He pulled her as close to him as possible. If he was dreaming, might as well make the most of it.

Moving the waves of her hair aside, he sniffed her neck. “This!” he sighed.

This is how she smells. This is where he wants to keep kissing and tasting her. He continued to r*vish her delicate skin.

It all felt surreal. Her reactions are what he always wanted, but never got to enjoy.

He had been wanting to push the strap of her blue sexy summer dress away from her shoulder and now, with his illusion snuggly sitting on his lap, he was able to do it. He was going to undress her slowly and d*vour her body, even if it was only in a drunken dream!

He licked the skin at the side of her neck, the place that would have sported his mark.

The thoughts excited him. "I love your taste!" Even in his dream she tasted so good!

She wriggled her sexy butt on his growing hardness and he saw her like her luscious lips. He wanted that kiss.

He had been craving for it since she had come back!

He wanted it again.

Would the illusion taste the same? He wondered and smacked his lips against hers, enjoying the soft, warm mouth. He pushed against her mouth, he wanted more. As his tongue explored the depths of her mouth, his hand continued to move, getting rid of the other strap of the god damn dress that was a c**k tease.

He wanted her so much! What had he done! Why had he pushed her away? Why hadn’t he convinced her to stay?

While he kissed and plundered her mouth, he expertly got rid of her bra. It wasn’t difficult. The illusion had come prepared with a strapless bra!

The exposed mounds of her bosom rose and fell as she breathed, inviting him to fondle them.

He was enjoying every moment of his drunken fantasy. He wouldn’t mind if this dream never ended.

He stroked the pert n*pple and her body shuddered in his arms.

His Lycan groaned, ‘more…. Let me…’

He pushed him away and pinched the sexy t*t. She moaned. It was the sexiest sound he had ever heard.

Why could his Lycan also see his dream? If his Lycan was awake, how was he still drunk? He continued to play with the erect t*ts, and the reality hit him.

His Lycan rushed forward, increasing the pressure on her t*t. He pushed him back again. “You are here? Really here?”

He let go of the n*pple and pulled her closer. She had come back to him. He would never let her go. He inhaled against her neck again. It was actually her!

“Knock it off will you!” She rebuked him and take control.

As she straddled him, he and his Lycan went insane with desire. The scent of her arousal drove them nuts as she continued to torment his senses with kisses.

Falling back on the couch, she pulled him onto herself. His weight knocked off her wind and he tried to adjust his weight. Her tiny frame was pressed under him, her messy hair spread on his sofa like a halo around her head.

Her half closed eyes looked sexy as hell as her blue irises peeped from her eyelashes.

Her half open mouth quivered invitingly. “I want you! Please.”

He couldn’t believe his bloody ears. He had to be sure. What if she wanted to leave him after everything? What if it was just the mate bond, and he was taking advantage of her? “Are you sure? I won’t leave you after this!” He caught his breath, waiting for her reply.

“I did not come back to go away. I trust you.” She pulled him towards herself and he lost all control.

R*vaging her like a beast, he made sure he got a taste of every part of her delectable body. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Her sexy nails ran on his back sending shivers down his spine and when they dug into his ass, it was as if a f*cking volcano erupted in his balls. He wanted to take her and mark her and spill his seed deep inside her.

And when he was drained, he would do it all over again.

It took all his strength to push his Lycan back.

This was his princess, and he was going to treat her right. He was going to worship her tonight. She was his goddess, and he wanted her to know that.

He picked her up and took her to his bed.

Since the morning that he had felt her spasm over his fingers and tasted her sweet arousal, he knew he was going to get her here, in his bedroom, on his own bed and make sweet love to her until she screamed out his name in ecstasy.

His day had arrived.

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A/N

Hey lovelies,

A little from Liam's POV. Do you want me to write the entire portion of what happens between them or can I skip that and move to what happens next?

Asking, coz I know some people don't like repetitive scenes from two diff POVs. This part was important, so I have written it anyway, but the rest can be skipped.

Let me know.

Much Love XX

can be skipped.