Chapter 10 The King's Meal

The door opened and she stepped in and immediately I felt everything inside me come alive.

Her scent engulfed me like a vice I couldn't escape. It was too consuming.

My throat bobbed and my fists clenched as I adjusted myself on the chair.

Fuck.

She was the definition of sin. The type of woman that would make a man lose his mind, just like the way my beast was losing it and I was fighting so hard to keep him in check.

She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were full, they looked like they'd feel so good in my hands.

She looked about five feet tall with long black hair that ran down to her waist.

"Your Majesty," she greeted with a bow and the sound of her voice almost undid something in me.

I couldn't help but imagine how it'd feel to hear her breathless with my name falling out of her lips like a prayer.

"My name is Emilia Gregor." She said calmly, no sign of fear and even if there was, she hid it so well.

Emilia. I found myself wanting to remember that name, despite the number of women that had just introduced themselves to me.

"Raise your head," I commanded, my voice coming out thick with need.

Her head slowly lifted and I was greeted with beautiful hazel eyes. And for the first time in ages, my heart skipped a beat.

This is the woman who had calmed my beast. She is the same woman Lucien had shown me on the screen this morning.

For a moment I took my time drinking in the sight of her and she just stood there, chin high, hands by her sides.

Slowly, I stood up. I caught the slightest movement of her hands clenching but she quickly unclenched them like she was trying to look strong.

"Are you not scared that you'll die tonight?" I asked as I took a step towards her but not yet coming into the light.

"We'll all die one day," came her response and I hummed as I took another step towards her.

"Aren't you scared of me?"

"Should I be?" Her response caught me off guard and had me stopping in my tracks.

"You know what happen to women I fuck, none of them live to tell the tale,"

"Scary much," she whispered underneath her breath but I heard her and my eyes narrowed.

She didn't sound like the other women trying to act brave...she sounded like I was a lion roaring all the time to remind people I'm a lion. She sounded like...

Was she mocking me? Me?

"The mistress said we were only introducing ourselves to you tonight and should return back to our quarters, if there's nothing else I can do for you, I'd like to take my leave, Your Majesty," she said as she bowed and was about to turn.

Not so fast.

I stepped out of the dark and took her hand as I turned her around and pulled her to me and she landed hard on my chest.

She gasped as her eyes went round in shock, her eyes staring at my face like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. For a moment something flashed in her eyes like fear but it was gone before I could make out what it was.

"Your...Your Majesty...I..." she blinked as her tongue darted out to wet her lips and every rational thought flew out of my head and before I could stop myself, I pushed her against the nearest wall.

"You say you are not scared of me?" I asked as my arms caged her, my breathing coming out ragged.

"Am not," she whispered, looking up at me daringly.

"You should, especially when all I want to do right now is fuck you."

And with that my lips crashed down on hers.

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For a moment I couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't the plan. The plan was to piss him off and make him disgusted with my guts enough to send me away and never want to see me again.

Not for him to shove his tongue down my throat and steal my first kiss.

And even worse, not for me to like it.

The king was by far the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. Blue eyes that shone like ice but burned with heat, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, a jaw so strong it could've been sculpted from stone. His lips-Goddess, his lips-were firm, hungry, and demanding, and they were currently devouring mine like I was the last taste of something he'd been starving for.

His body was hard, unyielding, towering over mine. And even though I told myself to resist-to remember why I came here, why I couldn't afford this-I found myself melting, parting my lips, letting him in.

His growl vibrated against my mouth, and I felt the heat from his chest through the thin fabric of my dress as his hands gripped my waist tightly. Not hurting, but claiming. Possessive. Like he already considered me his.

This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

I was supposed to be invisible. Defiant. Not desirable.

But the way he kissed me... it was like I was oxygen and he'd been suffocating for centuries.

And then his hands roamed my body, coming up to my breasts and pinching one of my nipples and my breath hitched.

I felt something big and hard press into my stomach and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth.

Who knew that death tasted this delicious?

His lips left mine as he trailed kisses down my neck. One hand squeezing my breast. Wetness pulled between my legs and a growl escaped his lips.

Suddenly he became very aggressive, his hand on my breast squeezed so hard it became painful.

"My King," It was supposed to come out as a plea for him to stop but it came out as a moan.

And then without warning he lifted me off the ground and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

The look in his eyes was so dark and full of desire. Like a beast finally unleashed.

And I was about to become his meal.