The Alpha's Temptation

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When Eltanin reached his room, he found that the girl was still sleeping soundly. All the tension in his body vanished the moment he laid his eyes on her. He removed his shoes, his jacket and went to lie with her. He knew that she was naked beneath the blanket, so he laid over the blanket. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arm around her tightly. He so wanted to remove the blanket from her and feel her naked but he wasn't sure that he would be able to control himself. Was he able to control himself right now? Well, the night would reveal that.

All at once she stirred a little inside and the blanket slid down, revealing her delicate shoulder. His breath hitched as he saw the creamy, velvety skin that stretched over it. He dropped his lips over there and kissed her shoulder. Tania murmured his name in the sleep and turned towards him. Eltanin froze as her other shoulder peeked out. "Fuck!" He leaned over to kiss that too. His cock shot north. It was as if his entire body was fired up. He had to think about the murder that had taken place in the garden outside his father's bedchambers, instead he was thinking of sinking his length into her. The blanket slid down further and now the upper swell of her breasts were visible. He gulped.

For a long time, he stared at them. Slowly, very slowly, he came to their level and stole a kiss on her creamy, lush skin over there. A whimper left him as his hips bucked on their own towards her. His fangs started lengthening, and he couldn't believe that he wanted to sink them in her breasts while suckling them. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" he gritted.

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Tania had slumbered off into deep sleep. She had never been this pleasured or content in her life. He had said that it was an orgasm. If this was an orgasm, she wanted more of them. And the orgasm was so good that it was as if she was drunk on it. She feared that she might get addicted to such pleasures because they relieved her of her stress. She dreamt of raven black eyes and circlets of golds and guest rooms. She was about to be kissed by Eltanin in her beautiful dreams when she heard a loud explosion.

And Tania entered her nightmares.

Cordea had crouched over the ground with the little child in her arms. The baby cried weakly. There was a loud boom in the stable and suddenly moments later everything went dark. A wave of shock rolled through her as her grip tightened over the baby. The oil lantern that was burning in the corner and was the only source of light, snuffed. With a shaky breath, Cordea looked at the hay bed where Kinshraa had just given birth to her child, but she gasped when she saw that the place was empty. Her people had taken her back to her realm.

"Kinshraa," Cordea said as goosebumps pebbled her skin and tears ran out of her eyes. But Cordea didn't waste more time. She was sure that the sudden blast of white blinding light must be a beacon to those who wanted to kill Kinshraa. So, she got up with the baby and ran out to where her husband was waiting. "We need to leave Arthur!" she said in a hushed tone through her tears. "She is gone!"

Arthur, the stable hand, bit his lip and nodded. "Come Cordea," he said as he took a look at the little child who was still crying in his wife's arms. The two ran towards the rear of the palace. There were clouds in the sky and not a star was visible. "Hurry, the storm is coming!" Arthur urged his wife. However, instead of the storm, arrows flung past them.

"Calaman's horns!" Arthur gritted as an arrow grazed past his upper arm, peeling the skin and flesh. Another arrow flew right over his head. "Run Cordea!" he shouted.

An arrow came and grazed past Cordea's thighs this time. She screamed in pain.

Tania woke up with a start, her breath uneven, her eyes filled with tears. Her body was lined with sweat and her skin was heated. She gasped for air as she caught hold of sheets around her, trembling like a lamb in captivity. As if instinctively, her eyes snapped to the side but there was no one. She stabbed her hands in her hair and closed her eyes as she tried to steady herself.

Who were the people who she was seeing in her nightmares? Who was Cordea and why was she coming in her dreams? Nothing made sense. Who was Arthur?

When she gained the semblance of control, she leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the pitcher of water. She gulped the water down. Some of it escaped her mouth and sluiced down her body and she felt the coldness near her breasts. Her gaze snapped to her breasts and her skin heated when she realized that she was naked. She gasped. "Oh, my god!" And right on the upper swell of her right breast was a big red mark. It was as if someone had bitten her over there. "Calaman's horns!" Did she sleep naked with the king? And who the hell bit her on her breast? An insect? How did she not come to know? Her face burned as if on fire more out of embarrassment than out of frustration of her nakedness.

When her gaze traveled to the glass walls around her, she saw that the morning light was illuminating the water around. She got up and rushed inside to take a bath. The Klafesh arcana was waiting to be translated. A hot water bath later, she was ready for her work.

Klafesh was beckoning her. The dark spells of the book were becoming difficult to translate with every page. By the time Tania came to the fifth page, she began feeling itchy on her back. She began to scratch her back. It was as if her skin wanted to peel from her body.

"Tania!" Eltanin's voice stopped her. He stared at her. She was wearing a pink silk gown with laces in the front. Her hair was tied at the top, showing her beautiful, slender neck on the back of which was a lovely red mark. The louche looked at it proudly.

"Your Highness!" she gasped. She got up from her place, her breath coming out in puffs. "There are insects in the room! I think they have got inside my gown."

Eltanin raised his eyebrow.

She pointed at the bed and continued, "There are insects and bugs on the bed too."

His gaze traveled to the bed. "Why do you think there are insects?"

Tania dragged her teeth over her lips. Now how could she say that she saw a big red mark right over her breast? "My back— my back is itchy. I think they have crawled inside my gown!"

He crossed the room to reach her and made her turn. "There are no insects," he said after inspecting her.

"There are!" she insisted desperately. "Because—"

"Because?"

"Because one bit my breast too!" she blurted.

"Where? Where?" The shameless louche inquired tempestuously.