Alpha King Kane part 19

Previously…

“Maybe we should swap places again, Eryn. How does a bath with the fucking Alpha King sound?” I cover my face in trepidation. “I’ll surely not survive this endeavor.”

“I beg your pardon?” she blurts.

I am joking, of course. There’s no way out of this situation.

Sighing, I look up and set my shoulders.

“Where is your luggage? I must borrow a brasserie.”

PRESENTLY…

ROSALIE

It’s strange…sorting through underwear for something appropriate to wear in the bathtub I’ll share with the Alpha King.

I own no fancy garments. They’re all practical and well-worn. But I’m ashamed to wear a raggedy brasserie. 

And yet… I don’t plan on seducing the Alpha King. We have a business transaction to complete. A deal which I agreed to.

The omegas will benefit from it, though I’m not sure what Kane’s investment in this is. Pleasure? A power play?

I don’t care. I will go through this anyway, although I know he doesn’t expect it from me.

There is a strange dynamic to the man. His demeanor is steely, yet he is soft around the edges. Domineering and powerful without being cruel.

The paradox takes my breath away. The darkness he casts over me when he looms over me is disrupted by sparks. The dark intimidation is joined by electrifying thrill.

I am frightened by him and his influence, but I cannot deny that I enjoy something about the danger.

My sister sits mutely as I try on one of her brassieres. Goddess knows mine are kept together by knots and discolored patches.

I don’t want Kane to see that part of me; my poverty. My ego is still hurt from Lyssara’s antics. She looked down on my family for not having much. I don’t want to support that rhetoric.

I have pride in myself and my family, although this has proven to be more of a liability as of late.

“You’re actually…going to go?” Eryn repeats. She has been gobsmacked for the past ten minutes since I revealed what Kane basked of me

“Yes. And I need you to keep father preoccupied. I don’t want him to catch wind of this and get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea?” She gasps. “Why do you think that man wants to bathe with you? To read a book? To picnic? Play a game of golf, perhaps? Of course he’s only got nefarious intentions!”

I look at her with wide eyes. Eryn is changing. My usually meek sister has hit me over the head and is now sarcastic and chatty.

I am proud of her. Her claws are unfolding. She’ll never bend the knee and lick anyone’s fucking shoe again.

Pulling my shirt on, I pull my braid free. 

“He promised otherwise. He said there will be no intimate contact.”

“And yet it’s entirely unreasonable to expect that. You’ll be sharing a bathtub, Rosie. You’ll be on his lap! Come on. You are not naive. Reckless and foolish, sure, but not naive.”

I shake my head. None of this debate matters. I will go through with this regardless.

“Can you keep father away or not?”

“I’ll have to. He’d drop dead if he knew what you were being made to do.”

“I agreed to this. I’m not being forced into anything. Although…although I must admit it is unnerving, it’s a decision I made of my own volition.”

She blows a breath. “If you say so, Rosie. I won’t keep wasting my breath.”

“It’s time,” I mutter, glancing at the door. “He must be waiting for me.”

She embraces me. “Goddess, please don’t piss off the Alpha King. Nothing good will come from his fury.”

“I’ll try not to,” I mutter as I return the embrace.

I figure I’ve pushed him far enough today, with our little exchange this morning that had him flying to the wall.

Eryn and I separate, and with a deep inhale, I head for the door.

The warmth of her embrace evaporates as soon as I enter the hall. I feel lonely, cold. Completely out of my element as I approach the most treacherous beast in the land.

 A man I can’t comprehend; a man who preaches I am free, and yet I feel that he has me at the palm of his calloused hand.

He wouldn’t let me go; I just know it. One way or another, he would keep me at his side.

There’s something about his insistence and possessiveness that makes me shudder. I don’t understand it. All my life, I’ve been losing my grip on what I love: my mother, my home, and now my family. Drifting from place to place, never settling, as I awaited for the day that I lost what little I had left: my father and sister. 

I had no power; no control. But Kane clings onto what he wants with tooth and nail. Maybe I don’t understand this resolve because I have no wolf.

I knock softly on his door, and I find that it’s already parted. 

Hearing no answer, I gently push it open.

What I find has my breath hitching.

The Alpha lays in a tub that has been dragged to the middle of the room—no doubt by his giant, muscular arms. 

Curtains are drawn. Tall candles–the ones I spied on dining tables–are lit—but there is no food in this room.

 I dare imagine he expects the meal to be me.

His head is tipped back and his eyes closed. His legs folded at the knee and spread wide. Arms resting on the edge of the tub. His tanned skin wet and soapy, the sight making me suddenly parched.

“It’s…it’s me…” I announce. An unnecessary gesture, given that he can smell me.

My fear, my excitement, and whatever ungodly feelings brew in me.

He doesn’t reply. Not summoning me forward but not pushing me away.

I lurk forward, hesitating before closing the door and submerging into the dimly lit room.

My wide eyes are fasted on him, enthralled by the danger of what might happen next.

With each step, the picture gets clearer: The Alpha, relaxing in the tub. His thighs darkened by the wet hair plastered against his skin. The bubbles on the surface thick and lush, covering his lap.

I feel a bizarre disappointment when I see that his groin will remain a mystery. The Alpha leaves much to the imagination.

Standing beside the tub, I notice that the man remains immobile. Relaxed and undisturbed, as if I’m not in the room.

“I—I’ll be joining you now,” I warn, although I expect no response.

“Are you sure?” Comes his rumbling voice, and I swear that the bubbles vibrate, shifting ever so slightly and pulling my focus to his groin.

I await with my breath caught for a peek of what lurks beneath the surface.

“Rosalie.”

I jolt, finding his jade-green eyes fastened on me. Hooded, narrowed, and yet untamed. They are fiery as candlelight glows in them. A forest fire.

“Are you sure?” He repeats.

“We had a deal,” I whisper.

“I do not wish to coerce you.”

This isn’t coercion.

I am far more invested in this bath than he imagines. I can’t blame it on the mate bond; I am genuinely curious of what the pinnacle of power looks like.

Squaring my shoulders, I reply, “I am here willingly.”

My voice is faint. Weak. And yet I have ambitious desires. I hold this secret close to my heart. It’s one of the few things the Alpha cannot see…at least, as long as he doesn’t smell my arousal.

His head rolls over, and his eyes shut once again.

I can’t breathe as I pull my clothes off, dropping them at my feet. Slowly, I inch toward the tub. I lift a leg and dip my toe into the water. It’s warm, welcoming. And yet I’m on high alert.

I soak my nude body into the chest-deep water and I pull my knees close. My feet brush against his, and yet he doesn’t shift.

He keeps his head tipped back. 

His throat is long and firm, tendons shifting beneath smooth skin, the curve of his Adam’s apple catching the light.

His wet, wide chest rises and falls calmly. The only sound is the trickling of water.

Kane doesn’t acknowledge me, basking in the silence. 

I let my eyes wander. Measuring every inch of his body, traveling south until I’m staring at the bubbles on his lap. I swear that the longer I stare, the more they melt away.

Time passes and the water cools. 

Kane doesn’t move, but I soak in his scent as I was commanded to. His essence surrounds me, soaking into my pores. I feel him everywhere; my breasts, my sex, my lungs.

This is supposed to be a punishment…but I feel no pain. Only pleasure throbbing in unspeakable places.

I sit straighter and lift my head, and before I realize it, I am leaning in closer. I peek up at the Alpha beneath my lashes, ensuring he’s undisturbed.

My belly warms with thrill as I peek at his lap, trying my luck at a new angle. Seeking desperately for what lies beneath the surface.

My arm brushes his leg, and then the slumbering beast awakens.

Wild eyes fastening on me as he realizes how close I’ve gotten, and I’m yanked into the forest fire.

Water sloshes everywhere as he reaches for me and tugs me forward.

I feel water splash my face and hair. And then I feel a hard cock pressing against my womb, promising euphoria and demise all at once. The cock I had been so curious about is now inches away from my sex, ready to answer my questions.

Kane’s eyes shift from mine to my lips, and then he takes them in a dizzying kiss.

I guess karma is real, after all. Because after what I did to Lyssara this morning, I am now paying a price.

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