Good morning Your Highness" Abi greets the snail feet that approach the table table. She wasn't going to come down after yesterday's incident but her stomach had a different plan, her ego was mighty but her hunger was mightier plus what good would it do her to have herself starve to death? If anyone is to starve that would be him.
The night was one of stumbling and stiff groans. The unfamiliarity of the place couldn't grant her a good rest of her eyes, every minute her eyes took a dark turn she envisioned him choking her to death and as the night went she kept herself up in reluctance from fear of him walking in and having her seized from breath.
"How's your hand doing?" Abi furthers with concerns,
"Are you guys having a feast?" She queries out with eyes broad on the trays of many that hold various explicit
"No, his majesty orders a good breakfast to be made for you"
Ella's eyes google her through in doubt, is she pranking her or what? How's a tray filled with prawns and many others labeled as breakfast? These dishes could serve a man of twenty and more for a day and she's expected to have all for breakfast.
He sure is one insane king with cash to waste around. On the measure of it, how does he make himself money cause royalty alone doesn't fill the bank account? She thought through with a smooth level on the first chair by the table.
"What would Her Highness want first to be served?" Abi's generous service is halted by a hard gaze that falls on her. Unsettle she inquires on her offense.
" Abi, please stop addressing me as royally as you do, I have a name so address me with it." She requests placing her gaze on the table that holds a white china-made bowl of crispy chicken thighs. Hungrily she paced her hand on one, hard she gulped the waterish saliva that had formed in her mouth.
She might despise the cage she's in but she sure adores the generosity and good services been rendered to her. Perhaps if not for the fear of The Organization coming after her in a week if fail to report the mission being set on, then she would have extended her stay for months.
"If am not allowed to address you as Her Highness then how do I address you?" Abi questioned, freezing her hands from feeding her mouth with the crunching skins of the thick thigh.
"Abi, I already told you, address me by my name. Ella" she states resuming her bite.
"His Majesty won't be pleased with the changes. He specifically instructs that you're to be obeyed and respected "
"Calling me by my name is no disrespect, it has just been casual "
"Casual is no fit of a royal "
Well, it's a good thing she's no royal. "Those of royal status are regarded highly" Abi continued,
Goodness gracious, what on earth is she blabbering?
All Ella wants is to finish feeding her mouth the spicy chicken without getting more stubborn debates from her.
"Listen, you said you were instructed to obey my every order, weren't you?" She asks sneaking a bite.
"Yes" Abi unsurely agrees
"So isn't it a disrespect to have you disobey my request?" She smartly asks with a flat smile.
"What of his majesty?"
"If he asks inform him I compelled you on it" Easy as said Abi concorded to it with no further debate.
With a drop of a needle, she feeds her heart out on the plates of many. Up her body goes in a stretch, her hands on her belly, smoothing rubbing on it as she has fed be young the stomach capacity. Yet in her defense, she couldn't let those delicious delicacies go to waste, it would be disrespectful to both the food and the cook. And if to be added, it has taken years since she had a feast like this, so why slide the opportunity away?
" Thanks for the feast," she gratitude said in a wide spread of her lips to Abi, who accepted it with a simple nod.
"So what's ne…?" her words halt, dazzling her gaze falls on the sudden steps that attract her attention. Graciously she feeds her eyes at the ginger hair that lays perfectly in curls on her slender shoulders, her body in the shape of a time glass glows out in the dark dress that reveals her back. Her chin is long edgy compliments her lips that are masked in the red coloring. More to love are her eyes in that of a replicant of her hair.
"Beautiful " she whispers drowning at the beauty.
" Abi, who's she?" She asks directing her gaze on the lady catting her way for the stairs.
"That's mis Balu, his Majesty's guest" she half truthfully replies, ignoring the facts of her being more than a guest to the king but she feels it is not in her place to narrate their history.
"Balu" she mutter the name in admiration
"She's stunning " she confesses to her insecurity and envy of her grace and beauty, certain a look like hers gets men on their knees.
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"When I got your call I thought it was an accident dial, so I canceled it" Balu's lullaby voice pours out in the king's ears. Her feet trace in the direction of the king, who sits behind his table.
Even he didn't expect her to respond to his call not especially after their hired dispatch, even more, he was skeptical of her acceptance of his invite but here she is.
Guess his charm on her hasn't faded.
"I'm still perplexed as to why the great king of wolves requested the presence of a lowly bloodsucker like me" she tastefully said, helping herself to the edge of the square table. Teasingly her fingers go dancing on his chest that's hidden in a loose shirt with three unattached buttons.
" Enlighten me, great king, what service do you request of me?" she asks closing every gap between them, her breath tangling on his skin as she lets each word out for his ears alone.
Arouse are memories that flood in from a year scene, one of which they were in one of his hotels. He in the comfort of the sofa made available in the double size room, stares at the hands that ripped her body off the knee-length dress revealing a red lace bra and twin lingerie. His eyes entertained on her legs that wrapped on the pole which stood tall in the center of the room, clear of his intentions when he instructed of it to be installed.
Out he pulled the wooden knot that sealed the bottle in his hands, a little he poured the white liquor into a small short glass of small size. Harsh as it tasted, it erupted lingers of desires as it burned down his throat.
With a chuckle, her body curled its way on the pole as it took moves to the blues on air. Dancing around, her lips let loose her tongue on the pole, teasingly she laughed at every lick she took, her eyes glued at Steffen's every reaction.
" Do you want more?" She asked flirtatiously as her legs let wide in the embrace of the pole between, stringing in sensations of arouse hit in her inner thighs that rose on every stroke she took on the pole.
" Enough playing, come here " he demanded to her body that crawled to him. Abruptly he pulled her head up to his and took a hard suck on her lips, that left them plump and bleeding. His hands roughly wrapped on her neck, as he choked the breath out of her. Coldly he sized her hands that went in the caress of his jaws, hard he jerked her off the floor and threw her on the bed.
Selfishly she stared at him as he let loose of the black trouser. With less time consumed, she let wide her legs in expectance of his touch. He no less speared no time for romance to slide through, granting her heavy thrust that left her lips moaning and inner thighs sore for hours.
" Balu" he calls, snapping her fingers off his skin. As much as their times together have been pleasurable, it is all in the past, and her visit is solely for work purposes.
" I requested your visit to read the memories of someone. I need information on her background " he details to Balu's scowl face. No less, she expected much from him. She's no less of a sexually satisfying doll to him and she doesn't mind, so long she can be next to him. Her silly heart won't let go no matter the hurt he inflicts on her.
"You need my help?" She unsurely queries.
It is not in him to request aid from others in respect of the challenges he faces. If he's truly in need of her help then it certainly is not an easy roll-through problem, nevertheless, she's delighted to be of help to him.
" So whose memories are my to fish information?" Her brows crook in curiosity.
" A girl that bears my mark"
Her lips seize delight as they seal, and her fingers crawl in her skin in hopes she heard him wrong or perhaps a dream that she's soon to wake up from.
"Your mark?" the word slips out. Her eyes sink at the sight of him nodding in confirmation.
When did he lay his mark on her?. Didn't he claim to be of no interest in the mate thing?. So then why suddenly does he have a mate?
How could he?
She has stayed loyal and committed to him for years. Countlessly offering herself to him even after his several rejects all in hopes of earning his mark, to earn the right as his queen.
" Your mate?" She huffs caring less to her discontent being seen by him. He needs to see it, he should know that his actions have hurt her.
"Since when did you start caring about bonding?" Her tone drops out, hard she flitters the rage that's fuming in her chest.
" I didn't mark her"
She flips her ginger eyes at him, discontent she feels at both his actions and lies. Does he take her for a fool? ,everyone knows marking one's maté doesn't just happen, it is a consensual feeling between both parties.
So if he didn't , how does he explain it?
"Right, so your mark just got there magically? Honestly, your words hurt more than the thoughts of you marking " she said in a vision of his lips on the girl, his fingers pressing against her waist as he did hers.
Had he deepened his might in her as he did hers? or did he beastly pull her hair while thrusting from behind?
It is his most loved position.
Broken she sighs, the thoughts of such possibilities linger in her heart in thousands of thorns. Piss, that another woman is good enough to have him mark her.
Perhaps she wasn't as good as she thought or best her body wasn't flexible enough to ignite emotions in his cold heart.
" Sorry to interrupt, can you both skip whatever this is and get to what matters " John cuts in on his entrance.
" You " Balu huffs. Still in fury over the years of dislike for him and blamelessly it faults him for corrupting her relationship with Steffen. He just couldn't control his large mouth when he spotted her with another.
" Yes me, can you just get down on why you were invited"
"You want me to pry in his mate's mind, why didn't you do it yourself or best have your witches do the job"
Right, like they didn't think of it. Of course, they did but she's best for the task as she possesses powers of uniqueness and importantly that of a royal bloodsucker.
" If there was an option of such, do you think you'll be here right now?" John's tone stones out.
" Fine, I'll help but this means you owe me a favor," she said directly her gaze at Steffen, who nodded in agreement.
"So where's your marked mate?" She questioned, masking her urge to see who is so capable of taming the big bad wolf. In patience, she hooks her eyes at the door in expectancy of his so-found mate.
What looks does she hold? Is she more of a beauty than she is?
What qualities does she possess that she lacks?
Round and on her thoughts intertwined in debates and questions till a pause to the door being let wide. Still, she observes the first steps and up to a disappointing groan to have the face be no other than John, who had gone to bring Ella.
"Where's is she?" As she asks her steps pushes forward away from the shield of John. Pale Balu goes as her ginger eyes dubiously look at the girl in front of her.
"It her?"