Alpha's Reborn Luna: Marked for Vengeance

Chapter 4

King Dominic POV

What was she doing?

Even though I was asleep, I could feel Aurelia as she touched every part of my body.

Restlessly, I opened my eyes and met her gaze. It seemed she had waited so long for me to wake up. She kept on touching me with practiced expertise, and I grew impatient. I wanted more. My mind was playing tricks on me, cruel ones, vivid ones. I imagined her unbuttoning her blouse and baring her big white breasts to my face.

I couldn't deny it, I wanted her too much. She had a siren's sensual body, and I was nearly oblivious to her hair and strange look. But I didn't care for all of that. All I wanted was her.

"Come here, Aurelia. I want you," I said softly.

Aurelia stopped. I was so close, and my eyes commanded that she come to me. I looked in her eyes and there was fire there, like the fire running in my own veins. I looked at her mouth, sensually sculpted, parted slightly and I felt an insane desire to kiss her. I gripped her hand, forcing it down between us.

"I want to f**k you," I said.

Aurelia stood motionless, her heart slamming, and as if the devil were instructing her, her fingers curled around me.

"Yes, I know you want that too," I said, and I slipped an arm around her and guided us both back to bed. Aurelia felt my warm breath on her cheek, my mouth brushing there lazily. She gasped, reaching for my shoulders. Crazy desire trailed in the wake of her lips. I no longer knew myself. My face was pressed into her neck, my wet, hard body covered hers, my arms crushing her in my embrace. And then, slowly, I was rocking my hips against her softness, and Aurelia thought she might die, trapped between heaven and hell.

"My king, please," she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. A second later, I was crying out and arching against her belly.

"Damn," I said into her neck. "That wasn't too hot for you, was it?"

Aurelia whimpered, unable to make a coherent sound at this point.

Then my hand was in her chignon. She gasped as I anchored her by a hank of hair while flipping up her skirts. My other hand slid up along her silk-clad thigh.

When I slipped my fingers beneath her drawers, Aurelia fell back, spreading her legs wantonly. "Good, you're ready, aren't you?" I said with a shaky laugh. "Come on, baby, come now."

It was an order that made no sense. It didn't matter. I was stroking between her thighs rhythmically, expertly, and Aurelia could not bear it.

I locked my arms around her hips and buried my face between her legs. Aurelia was shocked. She shivered as she felt my tongue. Any desire to protest ceased instantly, as I stroked and licked her intimately, mercilessly. She began climbing peaks, racing from one to the next, higher and higher. Her world shattered.

She opened her mouth to moan out loud; she never managed to get any words out. I kissed her. With my hand, I forced her to keep her mouth open, r****g her with my tongue, showing her how I wanted to drive her crazy with my manhood.

Aurelia would have bitten off my tongue if I hadn't kept her jaw pried open; but then the fury faded, and all that was left was the heat and the pent-up desire that could nearly kill me. She touched my rampaging tongue with her own, and her hands, pressed against my belly, curled into the pleats of my shirt.

I backed her up against the wall. My kisses were gracious, my hands now roaming freely over her back and buttocks. I pressed my palm against the wetness between her legs. I was more than preoccupied, I was maddened by my own lust, and Aurelia ached for more.

But when I woke up again, the bed was empty. The sheets smelled faintly of her, but the warmth was gone. I tightened my grip on the sheets, inhaling to pick up the last of her scents. Last night was amazing, and I honestly wished it hadn't ended.

I was still lost in my thoughts when the door creaked open.

Aurelia stepped in, her usual calm smile playing on her lips, carrying a tray heavy with food. I got to look at her properly now. She was tall for a woman, with long legs and willowy yet full-breasted.

Her head gleamed in the sunlight. Her chignon had become loosened, and tendrils were spilling around her face. It was a face that would captivate and mesmerize any man.

She was more than beautiful. Her face was classic—oval-shaped with high cheekbones. Her eyes were big and sapphire blue. Her lashes were a dark brown, like her brows, startling against the pale ivory of her skin. Her complexion was the most flawless thing I've ever seen. Her nose was small and straight, except for a slight tilt at its tip. Her mouth was lush and full and coral, too lush, too full, for it drove me crazy all over again.

“When did you leave the bed?” I asked, a slow grin tugging at my lips, but I was confused as hell.

She blinked, almost puzzled. “What are you talking about? I didn’t sleep with you last night. You were too drunk.”

I frowned, setting the tray down. “But there was someone here.”

She shook her head, and then moved closer. "I left the room last night. I needed some fresh air. But a few minutes later, your Beta called my attention to the fact that you've been drinking again. I only came back to stop you and helped you get in bed, and then I left afterwards. I didn't sleep here."

The room spun.

I froze, heart pounding with a cold, sharp dread. I hadn’t been with Aurelia. Then who was it?

Immediately, I stormed out of my chambers. I needed to clear my head. I was losing my mind trying to figure out who I had slept with.

Selena caught me just outside the council chamber, that knowing smirk lighting up her face.

“Did you enjoy last night?” she teased, her eyes gleaming as she whispered softly.

Everything clicked. The woman in my bed wasn’t Aurelia. It was Selena.

I stepped closer, my voice was low and deadly. “If you ever speak a word about what happened last night, I will kill you myself, and nobody will find your corpse.”