Chapter 5 A better offer

~Storme~

Nothing had prepared me for the sight before me. It was perhaps the most deliciously forbidden thing that I'd ever laid my eyes on. The glorious naked body of the perfect stranger that I'd barged into on my way to king Marcellus's room this afternoon.

My eyes moved before my brain. Slowly trailing my hungry eyes down his chest, I couldn't believe how someone could be so physically perfect. It was so glaring that the moon goddess certainly has her favorites.

He had the chest of a bodybuilder, hard, as I already knew from when I bumped into him, wide and solid. A large wolf tattoo ran from his left chest down to his bulging biceps. It was beautiful, and one of the most unique tattoos that I'd ever seen. Little traces of hair formed on the hollow between his chest and ran down to his torso, making me desperately want to run my hands on them.

Still unable to stop my eyes from trespassing, I followed the trail of hair down to the region where it stopped. And when I saw it, the saliva in my mouth dried up, literally.

It was in a semi-flaccid state, and right before me, I saw it slowly start to harden and thicken the more. It was quite fascinating to me, because in all of my entire years masturbating, I'd never imagined that a penis would work that way.

I mean, I was practically a virgin who lived in the fantasy world created by the books that I've read – except when king Marcellus forced himself on me. I'd never seen it physically. So, watching it do all of that as a first-timer was really fascinating.

But...if it was getting harder while I was standing here staring at it, then that would mean that the stranger found me appealing...sexually?

That singular thought brought me back to the realization that I'd been staring at a man for the past two minutes without decorum. I gasped and whipped my head up, hoping that somehow, he hadn't noticed me ogling at him in an immoral manner.

His lips were drawn taut in a knowing grin, and his face showed an intense interested look. Even as I took a step back, he made no effort to try covering himself up. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brows.

"Have you had enough?"

My cheeks burned at the insinuation behind his question. I must have looked like a sex-starved wolf on heat. If there is one thing that I am bad at, it is hiding my emotions. They're always bare on my face like a VAR. there was no doubt that every single thought that had gone through my head had been plastered all over my face.

"I-I'm so sorry about that." I apologized, quickly covering my face with my hands and turning around. "I must have wandered into the wrong room. I'll leave immediately"

I started towards the door, bent on leaving before I embarrassed myself further. It was the fault of whoever drew the plans of this house by making them all so similar to each other. How would I have known that this wasn't the king's room?

Hopefully this handsome stranger is a visitor who will leave the Pack soon because I have no idea what I would do with myself or how I would face him if he happens to be a member of this pack.

My hand was already on the handle, ready to turn it and push it open when I heard his voice again.

"Stay."

His words were like a magnet; stapling my feet down on that spot. Maybe it was the sheer allure of his voice, or the authority that dripped from that one word. Maybe it was the promise of something more. But for some reason, my feet couldn't seem to find the will to move.

I heard the sound of clothing against a door, and then I felt heat behind me. The smell of his shower gel wafted through my nostrils, giving me the same feeling that pheromones would give. It made me lightheaded, my breathing became faster, and above all, it made me feel ready.

It was weird that just the scent of a shower gel could make me this way. Was I a slut like Adan had accused me of? How else was I supposed to explain to myself that I felt ready because of something so insignificant?

"Who are you? What is your name?" the deep, silky voice came again.

I took a deep breath before answering. I would have sounded like a hyena otherwise. The stupid accelerated beating of my heart did nothing to help me.

"My name is Storme. I'm the alpha king's new bride"

Pause.

For a few seconds, nothing was said. But I felt the air around us changing. It wasn't charged with something positive, but it wasn't negative either. It was something that I just couldn't explain.

"I'll take responsibility for my actions" I said, hoping that he wasn't too pissed about what I'd done. If he was the guest of the king, then there is a probability that I would return to the dungeon if he tells the king about it.

"And how will you do that?" there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke. "How will you take responsibility?"

I swallowed hard. This was a matter of appealing to his ego. I could already tell from our very short encounter that he's a man of ego. If I succeed in stroking it, then he might let me off without telling on me to the king.

"I'll do anything. Just please don't let the king know" I pleaded.

"You've already seen my nakedness. It's only fair if I do the same."

"Of course. You can..." I trailed off, the meaning of his statement sinking in. "What?"

I whirled around to face him. He must really be high on oxygen to request that of me. What sort of man was he anyway, asking the king's bride to strip for him even after she revealed her status?

I got my answer when I faced him again. He had a towel tied around his waist now. It was tied so low and so loose that a little tug would make it drop to the floor.

"You said you'd take responsibility if I don't tell the king." He said. "That is how I want you to take responsibility for staring at me in an immodest fashion"

My mouth opened and closed without producing a sound. I was truly guilty, but he had to be a piece of trash to tell a lady to do something like that even if he looked like something straight out of a sculpture.

Before I could organize my thoughts, he closed the little space between us, intoxicating me with his scent. In a bid to escape him, my back pressed into the wall which I'd been backed into, praying that somehow, I don't lose my cool.

"What? Can't do it?" his hand braced the wall, trapping me even more and leaving me to his mercy.

Slowly, his eyes moved over my facial features, almost as if he was trying to memorize every single detail about it. At this point, there was no way that he wouldn't hear the super beating of my heart. It was louder than an African talking drum.

I took very deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil within me, but failed miserably. This won't do at all. I need to leave this room and find my way to king Marcellus's room. He must be getting angry waiting for me.

"I-I'm sorry, sir, but I –"

Warm, large hands on my chin made me trail off mid-talk. Electric jolts spiraled down my spine, causing a jarring sensation that stopped to pool at the center of my legs. My teeth came down on my lower lips, gently biting as I tried to calm my nervous mind.

His gaze followed my movement. They glazed with malicious intention as they dropped to my lips. They stayed there for some seconds, before he brought them back to my eyes, and then back to my lips. The intensity with which he gazed at me sent heat to my belly. His pupils had dilated, and I could sense a change in his breathing.

He leaned in close – so close that I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my ears as he whispered huskily. "I might have a better offer."

Without warning, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I gasped, the warmth emanating from his body seeping into mine. I was trapped with nowhere to go. And the crazy part was that I wanted to be trapped in those arms as much as possible.

He leaned in, his breath mingling with mine. My pulse quickened, anticipation thrumming in my nerves. I must be going crazy, wanting this stranger to go on with what I knew he was about to do.

The stranger's lips hovered just above mine, tantalizingly close. Our faces inched closer and my heart raced as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. But just as I was sure that our lips would meet, I heard king Marcellus's voice ring out behind the door, just as soon as it swung open.