Taming the Rogue King

Doing the Right Thing

Ira

When Liam blabbered out his love for her, she was shocked. She couldn’t think about love. She didn't even know what love meant.

She liked him and she had this insatiable need for his sexy body, but who wouldn’t? He was an eye candy after all with his ripped bod and sexy gait.

And then he was a Greek God in bed, a multiple org*sms machine! Clouding her brain with waves of ecstasy as one peak followed another, each more intense than the previous one, rocking her body.

Seriously, he was better than any toy that I could have ever bought. She blushed at the thought, recollecting the feel of his mouth on her core. The way he flicked his tongue on her nub, and then sucked her nether lips, gently massaging them between his warm lips. Oh god, am I still horny?

She had been silently thinking about what she was about to do next, but these lingering feelings made it harder for her to think straight. She was trying to concentrate with a strange fuzzy sensation in her mind blocking out any logic. What next? How am I going to wriggle out of this mess?

Thankfully, he made it easy for her.

“You don’t have to say it. I know what I feel and I wanted it out there.” He said in an even but warm voice and she relaxed.

To not make it weird or awkward, she said pensively, “I know”. She knew she could not say anything more and left it at that.

I wish I could say something. But what’s there to be said? I need to take it one step at a time.

It worked for both of them, and Liam scooped her up into his muscular arms and headed to the bathroom. Ira’s body wasn’t easing off yet and her nerves got off into a tizzy as soon as he touched her.

The warmth of his body soothed her and she let her hand rest on his broad shoulder. She watched his sensual jaw, adorned with a five o’clock shadow, as he walked naked, towards the bathroom. She knew he was erect. She could feel his hardness burning on her ass. It’s so near my sweet spot!

He placed her in the shower. Making sure the temperature was right, he turned the shower on and stared at her as the first drops of water sprinkled like dew on her body, bubbling and quivering as they grew. The silvery shifting rivulets snaked down from her neck and shoulders, joining between her breasts and continued downwards. They twisted and turned and danced on her wet smooth skin, pooling and dripping from the auburn bush between her thighs.

Liam’s gaze followed the meandering rivers and settled into a stare where the water drenched her honeypot. His jaw clenched slightly. Ira saw the veins along the side of his neck rise veins and his erection twitched. She was still shy and couldn’t believe someone could be so smitten with her frail body. She never thought her boobs were big enough or her hips were voluptuous enough.

But the look in his eyes made her weak in the knees.

Her body relaxed as the hot water eased the soreness of her muscles. She wouldn't have minded slightly hotter water, but this temperature was good too.

The area between her legs hurt, but it was a sweet, happy kind of ache. The muscles were pulsating in response to the hot water… It reminded her of their romp in the bed and the gentle throbbing in her insides increased as she wanted Liam again. The heat from the shower was not only soothing her, they were also arousing her senses, intensifying the reactions inside her body as Ira looked at the demigod in front of her.

With a feather light touch, he gently lathered the soap onto her body. The touch of his rough calloused hands sent butterflies fluttering in her belly. But she did not initiate anything. She reined herself in.

It was strangely electrifying, feeling his fingers between her legs as he cleaned her, the roughness slithering and lingering around her v*gina. He stroked the puckered hole at the back and a sweet tickle surged through her insides. Her p*ssy lips twitched. What the f*ck is he doing? Mmm. She wanted so much more to happen! She desperately wanted to hold his growth, feel his hardness in her hand. But she was scared to start. What if he says no? Bad idea! I don’t want him to stop!

She enjoyed the look of concentration on his face. A small vertical line of frown rose on his forehead that looked super cute.

His arms were touching her boobs, brushing against them as he lathered her. Her taut n*pples brushed against his ragged muscles every now and then, pleasure pooling in her jugs. She had a powerful urge to get onto her tip toes and kiss him, but stopped herself again and instead enjoyed the attention that he was showering on her.

He shampooed her hair, with something that smelled like a fruity bubblegum and she loved the aroma. He crouched down as he pressed the bottom end of her hair between his hands rubbing the soap in. He had spun her around and she could feel his hot breath on her a*ss. As he rose he let his hardness touch her. When he turned her around again to face her, she was almost moaning from the waves of passion spiralling inside. She had closed her eyes and crossed her hands across her br*easts. She did not want to give in to her desires. He gently uncrossed her hands, kneading his fingers into her and dropped her hands to her side. Ira opened her eyes and met his gaze. He stepped back letting her wash herself and her hair. As his intense gaze continued to roam all over her body, for the very first time in her life, Ira felt sexy! She felt happy about her body. She arched her back as she lifted her hands into her hair and let her br*asts rise. She moved slowly, letting her hands touch every part of her body, alluring him.

Once she was done, he wrapped her in a soft and dry Turkish bath towel. He handed her another one and murmured, “For your hair.” As she wrapped her hair into a yowel turban, Liam stepped into the shower, adjusted the temperature again and proceeded to wash himself.

His muscles rippled under the streams of water and shone. Tiny streams of water flowed over his head, down his sexy, desirable body. She gulped as her throat went dry with desire. She kept ogling like a p*rve while he washed himself. He continued to stare at her with a knowing smirk as his hands soaped his enormous d**k, knowing fully well where she was looking. Ira wanted to be the one to wash off the soap around his member, but she remained rooted to the spot. A slow heat emanated from her core, flowing into her legs. She was almost going into a swoon.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel over his hip and moved towards her.

She couldn’t take the torture anymore. Smiling devilishly, she caught hold of the knot and yanked his towel away, exposing his huge manhood that twitched at her teasing.

“What the…” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

She laughed and pranced towards the library with his towel in her hand, leaving him to follow her, au naturel.

As she reached the couch, she tripped and fell onto the couch bringing down the lampshade standing next to it. Liam took the opportunity and pounced on her to pull her towel away. She continued to hold on to her own towel, denying him the pleasure of getting her n*ked again. It felt strangely exciting to scuffle with him, and wetness gushed into her folds. Her heart raced wildly in anticipation, as he tickled and teased her. His hands had found her melting mound and his erection was only a whisper away. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold for long. His weight on her felt strangely satisfying. His breath against her cheeks made her want to pull him into herself and make wild love again, right there on the couch. She surrendered, letting his strength overpower her as she loosened the grip on her towel.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, his face fell, and his eyes glazed over.

Mind linking!

The changing expressions on his face were fascinating. By the time his mind link was done, his face had changed from a playful young man to the same scowling a*hole Liam, that she was so used to seeing. He stopped tugging at her towel, moved off her and sat on the edge of the couch, brooding.

“What's the matter?” She asked, adjusting the towel to cover her exposed bits as she sat up.

“Nothing!” He responded in a gruff voice and got up, pulling his towel from underneath her and wrapping it around himself again. He looked away.

The moment was gone. The playful bickering had stopped. Liam was back in his elements.

“Let's eat.” He extended his hand towards her to help her get up and then picked up the lampshade, which was thankfully still intact.

As he arranged the lamp, her eyes fell on a handwritten book tucked away on the shelf just behind the lamp.

“What's that?”

“Nothing,” Liam tried to shrug off the question, denying her any information about the book.

“What is it?” Ira repeated the question, not backing off. She knew Liam would find it very hard to ignore if she pressed on.

“Long time back I had tried to write a story. Couldn’t get my thoughts together with the plot, so it is incomplete.” Liam revealed with an indifferent tone.

“Write a book?” She was surprised at this new revelation.

Interesting! He writes? Never came across as bookish!

“Yeah!” He shuffled his feet and looked at them. Running a hand over his neck, as if massaging the tension in the muscles there, he said, “It's incomplete though, and my handwriting is terrible. Back in those days, I did not have a laptop or a notepad. My business hadn’t taken off yet and I had time to scribble.”

“Oh!” She did not know what to say. It was difficult to imagine him as a boy.

His eyes glazed over again, and he hastened her. “Food is here. Let's hurry. I am famished.”

They both wore their night clothes. Liam stepped into his boxers as Ira tightened the sash around her short satin kimono.

She was surprised when they headed towards her room.

Sarena hadn't changed a thing in her room. A spread of soups, salads, lamb roast, rice, and baguettes greeted them on the small table next to the French window.

“WOW!” She realised how hungry she had been and could not hold back her excitement. She hadn’t had a proper meal for a long time!

Without speaking a single word, she took her seat. The mild gurgling of the brook in the background felt like theme music. She couldn't really see the ravine from the French windows at this time of the night but the sound of the water flowing through it floated into the room .

The view was still quite mesmerising with the expansive darkness enveloping everything in front of her. She shuddered as she felt a surge of power entering her through the darkness. What’s it with me and darkness? What’s this new thing now?

Shaking herself out of it, she began loading her plate with food. She was ready to relish the meal. Liam had opened a Yellow Tail Shiraz and had poured himself a glass. He twirled the deep red liquid expertly around the goblet and sniffed it. Once he was satisfied that the wine was alright he offered to pour her a glass. She was a terrible lightweight and did not want to get sloshed. But since she did not want to be rude, she agreed.

Their conversation remained light and revolved around neutral topics. She could see the visible anguish on his face. He was terrible at masking it and although he did not speak about it, Ira knew there was something gnawing at him on the inside.

Is it always going to be like this? Will she never be privy to his thoughts or his troubles? How am I going to get this thing off him?

Ira began, “So, what was the mind link about?” She wasn’t one to give up. If something was plaguing him, she needed to know. She took a sip of the wine, giving him time to react.

“Nothing that you should be concerned about.” He scowled at his plate.

“I saw how your face changed. If you want a relationship with me in the future, you will need to talk to me and share your thoughts. You can’t cut me out of your life whenever you like!” She sliced the next piece of roast lamb with a little more vigour, trying to channelise her anger into her action. The knife screeched on the finebone china plate making him cringe. How can he say it was nothing? Does he think I am a moron?

He let out a breath. “Monike is awake and is asking for me. She and I were to get engaged tomorrow, but that is not going to happen anymore.” He looked up and stared into Ira’s eyes, “Ever!” the tone of finality in his voice startled Ira.

His eyes alternated between brown and purple, the conflict clearly visible on his face.

Ira smiled reassuringly, “You should have gone. You can’t avoid her. If you are calling off the engagement, she deserves to know it from you. What are you planning to do now?” Finishing the last bits of her dinner, she raised her eyebrows.

“Well! Maggie mind linked some time back. Monike has been sedated, so I don’t need to do anything now.”

“When will she be up?”

“Can’t say.” He sipped his wine, peered at the legs the liquid left behind along the rim and grimaced.

Ira finished the last dregs of the red liquid from her glass and spoke again.

“You should be there before she wakes up. Can you imagine how scared she must have been?” Her gut twisted in pain. Asking Liam to go to the woman who was trying to f*ck him only a day back, brought horrible memories of the pain that she had to go through. But what’s right is right. So she continued, “if she doesn’t remember how the accident happened, she most probably doesn’t remember much about that day either. It might be so confusing and terrifying to wake up like this. And knowing Monike, she doesn't trust anyone here, but you." Ira sighed. "You should go. Get some rest, and then head to the hospital.”

She got up and started picking up dishes to clear them.

“Leave the dishes, Ira. The omegas are waiting outside. They will clear this. You are right, we should get some sleep. You have had a tiring adventure. I will go there in the morning.” He held her hand and smiled. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Actually, I have some last bits of reading to complete to figure out your family tree. I would like to continue to stay in these living quarters you furnished for me, and sleep in my bed, until Monike and your issues are sorted.” She pulled her hand away, dismissing him. Her eyes welled up at the miserable decision that she had to take. She longed to be in his arms. She would have loved to sleep with him.

But things had to be sorted between him and Monike.

I am not pushing him away. I am only giving him a chance to clear out the mess. She continued to contemplate if what she was doing was right. But staying together wouldn’t be right if the things between him and Monike were unfinished.

Liam had already betrayed Monike’s trust because of Ira. It would only get messier if she started living with him. She heard the chair move as Liam got up.

She still did not have the courage to look at him. The soul crushing look in his eyes would only make her cry. She looked out towards the windows, giving herself the time and space to stifle her tears. The scurrying of feet and the sound of utensils let her know the omegas were already here to clear the dishes.

She turned around and realised that Liam had already left. The omegas cleaned up and left.

She was alone in the room now.

It is not like I won't meet him. I am not rejecting him. She finally allowed the tears to flow. They trickled down her cheeks. Her heart felt heavy and a feeling of heavy regret engulfed her.

He is hurting, though. Could I have handled this better? Dang.

My f*ucking righteousness! She cursed herself, but knew it was the right thing to do. It’s good for everyone.

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