"This is all it takes for people to plunge into insanity: one night alone with themselves and what they fear the most."
-Thomas Olde Heuvelt, "Hex"
After Cian had closed the door, he turned towards me and took a look around my room.
Frantically, I looked around to see if I had any undergarments laying around. To my surprise, there wasn't any.
As I looked back to Cian, his eyes had shifted dangerously yellow, then he proceeded to walk towards me so slowly as if a predator was toying with his prey.
Before I noticed where I was backing into, my leg hit the edge of the bed that forced me to sit down on it.
Cian had kneeled in front of me between my legs.
"Tell me, gorgeous mate. What was that about earlier?"
I looked around awkwardly in an attempt to not laugh nervously.
My reaction to anything that made me feel weird, uncomfortable and in trouble was always laughing. If I felt awkward? I'd laugh. If I felt nervous? I'd laugh. And oh guess what happens if I go to a funeral seeing sad expressions looking up at me? You guessed it right: I'll laugh because I felt out of place.
Nothing was funny really. It was a coping mechanism especially if I was getting unwanted attention, which always made it worse.
"It was nothing, Cian. You could say it was just a taste of what you would get sooner or later"
Amusement swirled in his perfect yellow eyes.
His hand rested on my knee.
"Do you realize that it takes two to tango?"
He rhetorically scolded as his intoxicating scent was all over me. I couldn't answer the closer he got.
Cian buried his perfectly structured nose in my neck, smelling me like I was inhaler to his asthma.
That was one way to put it.
He gradually pushed me onto my bed and started kissing up my neck.
My neck burned with his lips on it. I couldn't take how good his tongue had felt against my skin. His beautiful lips were so soft, I could go hours with my own on them.
The naughty thoughts had started creeping up from some dark place. I didn't even know I was capable of thinking of him this way.
I couldn't take it, I needed more of him.
Frankly, he made me feel like getting on his-
I gasped at the sudden force of his lips smacking against my neck. He was biting and sucking on the skin gently. Yet hard enough to leave a hickey.
I didn't like where this was going, I can't let him be dominating me like that.
I quickly tried to recover as he was sprawled all over me, and I shifted our places before he could recover too.
Now he was under me vulnerably. The expression on his face was so infuriating and sexy that I had dared to get him off of me. He didn't like it and I loved the effect I had on him.
In the process of all of this, my red shirt had buttoned down exposing my deep cleavage to him. I made sure to bend over enough on top of him that my lower area was touching his over our pants.
I held his sharp jaw between my fingers as I tilted his head to another direction exposing his soft skin on his neck.
If I was a werewolf, I'm pretty sure I would have marked him by now.
I darted my tongue out and started licking his neck up and biting occasionally earning a deep moan and growl of satisfaction out of him. He enjoyed the attention and I enjoyed his response. His response making him even more desirable.
After sucking on the delicate skin, I made sure I left a few love bites of my own on his smooth delicious neck.
King Cian was under me, sexually frustrated by his mate.
As I lifted myself up and looked down at him with a smirk, I saw him biting his lips. I wanted to kiss him so badly right now.
So I did. Again.
I bent down once more, to kiss him, but I made a mistake. And the mistake was I left myself open.
He shifted our positions once again. This time, I was under him. He towered over me as he pressed himself against me.
I felt a huge tent under his pants but I decided to ignore it.
He attacked me with a few pecks, then it turned into a deep kiss, then into a hot make out session earning moans of approval from me.
Then he stopped.
I felt so hot and bothered that my nipples had gotten sensitive with the fabrics rubbing against them.
He stood up as I took a second to recover. He ran a hand through his beautiful silky hair and looked down at me with newfound affection towards me
"You have no idea how you drive Helios and I so crazy by your presence alone"
I stood up and tried to hide my face with my hair in embarrassment. I barely have talked to him yet I already had acted like I wanted him in me.
And I did, but that's besides the point.
This man had crumbled all of the walls I've built up upon the years I've lived.
And I loved every single bit of it.
Then I heard Cian taking in a deep breath
"We can smell that you're aroused"
My eyes widened at his statement. Why does he talk like this, it makes it more embarrassing for God's sake.
"You smell absolutely delicious, I wonder what tasting you feels like"
I can't believe the king is in my room dirty talking to me.
I shook my head and started pushing him out of my room and I bowed
"Thank you for helping me, your majesty"
I saw the smug expression leave his face as he realized that I didn't just call him a king, I called him my king.
My king, in my bed.
I smirked at him as I closed the door before he reacted and made sure to lock it for additional security.
I just loved teasing him like that.