The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 57

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 57 by desirenovel

Serena

“Is bringing me here the reward you were talking about?” I inquired, acting seductive, tracing a finger

along my collar bone, and brushing a few locks of hair away from my shoulder.

“Partly, yes,” the king muttered. His eyes wandered down my exposed breasts and decided to test one

nipple with his thumb. I inhaled sharply as tingles shot through my toes at the contact.

“And I bet I’ll be receiving the other part tonight?” I stated, smirking towards his way. Purposely, I bent

my knee so that the bony part would hit his erection.

His hips jerked a little at the contact, then followed by a warning growl.

“If you behave, yes,” he told me. He transferred to the other nipple and carefully started stimulating it

too. A soft moan escaped my lips because of it. Damn, his fingers were god-sent.

Reaching for him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“But I can’t promise anything, Aero,” I told him, my lips stopping just inches away from his.

He heaved a sigh, one that was controlled, and then grabbed both of my wrists in a vice-like grip.

“Then, you’ll have to face the consequences again, my queen.”

He placed them above my head resulting to me fully exposed, fully vulnerable to anything he had

planned.

My heart drummed a wild beat again and my breathing picked up. I was more than ready to receive

whatever he has in store for me. So, so ready. So, so wet. I didn’t care if he’d shackle my hands

against the headboard just to get that.

Drunk with desire, his mouth descended on mine. His tongue followed and started French kissing me

with abandon. I was so happy to return the fervor.

Minutes later, he growled low, released my wrists, and pulled my gown down and off my legs lightning

fast. Eagerly, I helped out with undressing him. First was his vest—which of course was very easy.

Then, it was followed by his shirt. As it was already unbuttoned earlier, he had to only pull it off his

arms.

The whole time, our kisses didn’t break. Our lips were super-glued together I was sure they’d get an

apple-red color tomorrow. But, who cares?

Then, it was time for his pants, but we had prolonged too much of the inevitable, allowed ourselves to

suffer from our desires that now, the thought of fully undressing or even the act of foreplay was

considered gone with the wind.

“Aero, inside…” I muttered in between our kisses, “I want…you…inside. Now.” I hurried to unzip his

pants.

With still my underwear on, my legs wrapped around his waist and I bucked up to feel his bulge.

Happily, I was able to feel it and my goodness, he was already thick and deliciously long underneath

his drawers.

“Se…re…na…”

He groaned, almost biting my lip, and then reached for my underwear. I thought he’d pull it to the side

to make a clear path, but oh no, he instead ripped it to pieces. Easily. Without any hint of remorse. I

didn’t need to wonder how. Heck, he was a werewolf after all.

“Hmm!” I complained, feeling sorry for my dear misused lingerie, but that muffled complaint turned to a

sharp cry as his cock penetrated me, long and hard, and fucking to the hilt. Fucking direct to my cervix.

And I liked it. Dear heavens, strike lightning on me, I loved it.

The feeling of him inside me completed my soul. Completed my very being. Rhea and Elijah used to

tell me that I’d soon find a good reason to stay in the Kingdom of Phanteon and I thought maybe…this

was it.

My king. My husband. Aero… He would likely become a solid reason for my decision to stay. The wrist

marks were the reason why I was forced to live in this realm in the beginning, but with the current

situation now, I didn’t think I would want to go away. I didn’t think I would want the mark to be erased. I

wanted to keep it. I wanted to keep him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight, Serena,” he grumbled against my ear.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I moaned underneath him, slowly adjusting myself with his girth. It was

torture. It was sweet. It was agonizingly satisfying.

Tightly, I gripped his shoulders, readying myself for a good pounding and good gracious what a cycle of

pounding it was. Thrust after thrust, the sound of our skin slapping and our overexcited voices

enveloped the room.

He was in his element. From a missionary, he repositioned my legs; assisted one to rest on his

shoulder while the other, he straddled.

His cock, coated with my juices, remained in the air for an agonizing second until he splendidly

embedded it inside me.

They said all wonderful things come when one closes their eyes.

I chose to open mine and witness his power and rule over me. Witness his torso flex, his abdominal

muscles tense, his forehead and chest decorated with sweat as he fucked me again and again.

“Ae…ro!” I cried out when the build-up of sensations were too much.

He increased the rhythm, penetrated me deeper, grunted, and groaned harder in time with mine until

we both reached our orgasm.

Wracked with the inter-realm wave of bliss, I screamed the loudest. Cried out a string of expletive I

learned from some movies on Netflix.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Ahhhh!”

With a wolf-like growl, Aero grabbed my head and hoisted me up. He met me midway and crashed his

lips on mine again, stopping my very vocal expression of our loving making.

His hot seed, it leaked along my groin nonstop and as if that wasn’t enough, my core kept on

tightening, milking his cock even more.

“Goddamn, we should have consummated our marriage earlier,” he confessed, gritting his teeth and

squeezing his eyes shut.

I wasn’t sure if it was intended or not, but the words were out of the bag already. He had no way to

deny it.

Cupping his jaw, I directed his attention on me and smirked. “Says the man who is more stubborn than

an ox.”

He looked apologetic and disappointed with himself.

“I was rude and disrespectful to you, I know. I was a prick. You win.”

I controlled myself from laughing. It felt so good to have him realize his faults, but I didn’t want to add

salt to his wound. I didn’t want to ruin his state of repentance.

“Yes, I win, but…” I pointed my eyes to our sexes and bit my bottom lip. “Do you have any plans to…

uhh…pull it out?”

His eyes turned mischievous and that caused a flood of warning inside my head.

“Later. Let it drown inside your moistness first.”

“But Aer—ahhh!” I cried out when he suddenly drove his cock backward and inside me again. Damn it,

he was tireless.

His large hand covered my mouth and then continued on moving his hips. My erotic pants were

muffled. Even my breathing came out harsh.

“The night is still young, my queen,” he whispered close to my ear. “I aim to make up for lost times—all

twenty-nine years of it on Earth time.”

My eyes rounded. I wasn’t sure if I could actually take such an enticing beating, but heck, let the rounds

begin…

“So, in Greece?” I weakly stated, when after six more orgasms, he had finally allowed me some

reprieve.

Laying on the side with his chest as my pillow, I looked up at his relaxed form and witnessed the twinkle

in his eyes followed by a serene smile.

“Yeah, Greece,” he murmured. “Hearing you talk about your family over dinner earlier, I thought you

missed being on Earth, so here we are.”

“But Greece though?” I gushed. “I had never been here.”

From staring at the ceiling, he rerouted his eyes on me. “I’m glad you find this change of location

exciting, Serena.”

I chuckled.

“No wonder Elijah knows Greek language because you have an estate here.”

“He used to come here with me, especially during the first few years after our father died. In a way, this

place became our sanctum.”

Then, I remembered our conversation in the past.

“Wait, I thought you hated Earth for its pollution?” I pointed out.

His mouth curved upward slightly. “With the exception of this place of course. You’ll see tomorrow why.”

A wide smile appeared on my face, feeling giddy all of a sudden. “Well, I’m counting on it.”

Aero

I squinted my eyes when the morning sun hit my face. Hell, that’s the disadvantage of having a floor-to-

ceiling glass wall in a bedroom—the bright light always forces the person to wake up early.

I disliked doing just that, but on this occasion, having my wife beside me, I was ready. Very ready. And

my cock sure was too.

I liked it that I brought her here. There was no Elijah to bother us and there was certainly no bug to

compete with her attention.

She stirred when I ran a finger down her exposed spine. She was lying far away from me, facing the

wall that was completely uninteresting.

“Good mor…ning, Your Maje…sty,” she greeted sleepily but didn’t move to face me.

Her inattention offended my person, but fortunately for her, it only fueled my desire.

I scooted closer to her, pressed my body against her back, and lowered my head so that I could

whisper on her ear: “Good morning, my queen.”

Her hips jerked backward towards me, probably sensing the tip of my cock that had comfortably rested

on her ass.

“Hm…hmm,” she muttered unintelligibly, still closing her eyes.

With this, my left hand snaked inside the duvet and trespassed her still-sleeping pussy.

“A morning gift for my queen,” I stated, then began to work with her folds in time with my licks on her

nape.

“Ohhh…” she whimpered. “Aero…”

I released a triumphant grin.

My middle finger traced her swelling clit and pressed it, and just like that, her eyes popped open.

“Aero!” she shouted.

I wasn’t done yet. Rubbing her faster and faster, I also licked her skin, lapped her neck, and sucked it

until there were fresh love marks visible for me to relish.

“Oh yes…”

Boldly, she grabbed her own breasts and started kneading them. I couldn’t hide a smile. This woman

was not ashamed of her sexuality and she certainly knew what she wanted.

To assist her, my free hand found its way on one of her breasts. As I squeezed it tightly, she let out a

soft cry.

“I’m close,” she said. “I’m so close. Faster, please!”

I heard her wish and so I obliged.

I attacked her pussy with nothing but my fingers: sliding in and out of her core, squeezing her clit again

and again until she finally screamed a passionate sound.

Watching her like this in this angle, made my cock harden even more. I wanted to take her fully right

then and there, but suddenly she shifted to face me, still panting, but with renewed strength in her

eyes.

“Please, Your Majesty, don’t move,” she said, straddling me and then lowering her face to level with my

cock.

When she wrapped her hand around the shaft, I completely stilled and my wolf and lycan sides, hell,

they started drooling.

“My gift in this morning too,” she said before her mouth descended on me, covering my cock, and

blanketing it with her tongue.

“Arghh…” I groaned; the tightness, the wetness, the feel of her mouth—everything—was a whole new

different experience. She wasn’t able to put everything in, but it was more than enough to jumble up my

brain.

Then, she retracted, releasing my cock from the enclosure. Her hand started to pump, clutching my

erection like it was her lifeline.

“Sere…na, fuck,” I tossed my head back as bliss started enveloping me.

She chuckled.

I felt her tongue run down my shaft. Up and down, then teased the tip. She kissed the head, licked it

after, then placed half of my erection inside her mouth again.

This was a first for me, so despite how much I wanted to hold it in, I couldn’t. My orgasm, I released it

all as she continued pumping her hands and mouth.

Cum shot inside her as I growled; my mind convulsing; my brain swimming with euphoria. She didn’t Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

show any sign of backing away. Instead, she pushed forward and drank all of my semen. I wasn’t able

to stop her. Selfishly, I didn’t even know if I wanted to, but as she pulled back, she looked at me, fully

satisfied, licking some of the white liquid trickling at the corner of her mouth.

Hell, I seared that memory inside my head.

The whole experience, I must say, was definitely enlightening. I was then reborn into a man who now

experienced first hand the undeniable attention of a woman.

“I didn’t permit you to drink my cum,” I narrowed my eyes at her, feigning disappointment.

She shrugged her shoulders and arched a brow, showing not at all repentant with what she did. “I

wasn’t asking, Your Majesty. I just wanted…to know what you taste like.”

“That is going to cost you, you know,” I warned.

“I know,” she grinned at me.

Standing up and out of the bed, she didn’t mind covering her nakedness. She knew I was looking and

examining her under the lovely morning light.

“Where are you going?” Like a hungry wolf—which I was, I kept an eye on her movements. “We are not

done yet.”

“I know,” she said over her shoulder, teasing me with her shapely ass. She neared the glass panels

and pressed a hand against it. “I suppose no one is inside this building except us right?”

Her attention was directed on the view below and I knew exactly what she was looking at.

“Yes,” I said, standing up, butt naked myself.

“Then, would you mind if I try your pool?” she turned to me and asked.

I approached her, each step sealing our impending union. “Skinny-dipping in the hot spring and now

skinny-dipping in the pool? You have one weird fetish, my queen.”

She placed her palms on my chest and smiled. “Only when I’m with you, Aero.”

“Hmm, good to know,” I answered, then tipped her chin, and captured her lips without any hesitation.

Instantly, there it was, my rawness. She tasted of me and smelled of me, and yes, that didn’t disgust

me. That instead gave me real pride.

“Let me take you to the pool,” I said, lifting her up from the ground, wedding style.

Giggling, she buried her face on the crook of my neck. “If you insist, Your Majesty.”

For convenience’s sake, I planned to transport us to the first floor of the house, but I refrained. With her

in my arms, I wanted this moment to last longer. I wanted to treasure this simple action with her. The

damn pool and the beautiful scenery around it could wait.