All Chapters of Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Oh..!" She gasped as he pressed her deeper to the bed, knocking the breath right out of her body. For a full moment, she remained still under him. My Lyra? Oh, when did she start dreaming this way? When did she start hearing words that were never said? Because she's very sure that the king can never make such statement she heard. It's her mind playing jokes on her. She reveled in the feeling of the full weight of him on top of her and even though, he is so heavy he's suffocating her...it doesn't matter. Unbiddenly, her mind went back to that very night he took sexual pleasures from her body in this very position. Her body went hot all over at the memory. And she was also suffocating. She used all her strength and managed to push the unconscious king away from her body. She got up, breathing like a person who ran miles.

When the king laced his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Lyra jerked at the tug of his lips on her body. He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man has ever done this to her before, his mouth on her made her skin burn. He let go of that nipple and to find the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue. His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple. She tried to keep her response in check but what he was doing to her, drew moans from her mouth and made her ache further to his mouth. She didn't know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand on the soft curls of his head as he suckled her hungrily. She whimpered, her eyes slid tightly closed. Each tug of his mouth, she felt it on her womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bedcloth where she straddled

King Ryker woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.He was curled around Lyra's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.Alone, he has no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.He pulled his head back a bit to find the full softness of her breast, and held it out to find her puckered nipple with his mouth.He laced his mouth on it and drew from her in gentle tugs. Shutting down all the thoughts from his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn't sure would come.He didn't have to wait long.Lyra stirred awake and regretted the move when shards of pain zinged through her body

Once upon a time, a slave was a princess.Once upon a time, another slave was a prince.Once upon a time, the princess's father enslaved the prince and his people after killing his parents.After ten years in slavery, the prince and his people escaped slavery and killed the king who enslaved them.The prince took over the land again and became a king to his people. His name is King Ryker.Ten years in slavery by the king who hates him so much, King Ryker had the worst life anybody could ever have. He is a scarred king.A king who cannot father a child. A king with so much hate and pain in his cold heart. A king with demons.His past, his experience, his memories and his nightmares are his demons.Demons he has to fight everyday. Demons who lurk at the back of his mind waiting to devour him. Demons that are driving him to the blink of insanity. His demons are his worst enemy.No. His worst enemy is the daughter of the man that enslaved him...the daughter of man that gave him his demons

"What brings you here, Mistress?" Andrew asked, curiosity overriding everything else. He was kneeling before her. He can't stop wondering what the King's mistress is doing here. Visiting him. He isn't a privileged person, he is lowborn. The King's mistress shouldn't be anywhere near him at all, but here she is, in his small living room. She was looking around the house, but she looked in thought. Her big beautiful corset covered the floor she stood on, sewed with so much lace and glistening with diamonds. She smelled of money. Power. Privilege. Everything he has always wanted. "Do you know the slave called Lyra?" She asked him at last, her eyed coming to rest on his face. Just at the mention of her name, anger infused Andrew. Of course, he knows that bitch of a woman. That whore that almost got him killed! "Yes, I know her, mistress." He tired to keep his violating loathing reaction to himself, but Scarlett saw right through him. She smiled in satisfaction. "Oh, you'll do."