KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins

The hot spring water felt amazing against my skin. Yes, I decided to bath in it and I just couldn’t resist-it felt like it was calling me and I did my body a good thing by not ignoring it.

My dirty clothes are sitting by the edge of the pool “Fuck, this feels good” I mumbled to myself sinking deeper in the warm water.

“It does” Said a familiar voice and I yelp with my eyes widen and my heart beating roughly against my chest as i turned around to see who the intruder was while covering my breast with my arms.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I stammered as the king kept walking closer to the pool while taking off his clothes.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Taking a bath” he said entering the pool. “You can’t do that, it’s occupied” I muttered moving backwards.

“I can,” he replied swimming towards me while I moved back now at the edge of the pool. “And I will” He finished now chest to chest to me.

“You are a stranger to me” I whispered breathlessly as he took the hands that were covering my chest and placed them at my sides.

“You are my mate” he defended pushing my wet red hair behind my ear, his eyes not once wondering to my chest that were now visible underneath the crystal clear water. “And how do I know if that is true?” I asked him.

He took my left hand and placed it on his left cheek. My fingers ran across his scar that was a bright red color like that of an unhealed wound.

“Do you no feel it?” He asked and I did.

I felt the sparks and tingling under my finger tips travelng through my vains and nerves making a warm feeling appear in my chest.

“I do” I whispered. I could feel the air around us change and he slightly inched his head closer to mine.

My fingers wrapped around his neck and I parted my lips, inviting his kiss. When his lips touched mine I realized what I was doing. I was sharing my first kiss what a man who murdered my people, the same teeth that were biting and turking my bottom lip has also biten into the flesh of people I know, people I grew up with.

I pushed him away swimming to the edge where my clothes laid and not caring that my bottom was on display for the king.

Before I could get to my clothes, he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him, my naked breast now out of the water pressed against his hard chest.

“Let go” I gritted out with tears now in my eyes and I am not sure if he can see it because there are still droplets of water on my face and eyelashes.

He seems to see the tears and his eyes were filled with worry. His left arm wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him to the point where I could feel his manhood poking my stomach.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He asked and I scoffed at that. “Least you forget, your beasts, you murdered the people I once knew and loved.” I rasped out, poking his chest with my right index finger.

“In fact, I was unable to give my mother a proper burial!” I screamed now pushing at his chest with my palms but he wouldn’t bulge which annoyed the fuck out of me.

“You ran away from me this morning before I could explain,” He said and I could tell her was getting annoyed. He had no right to be annoyed, I am the victim here.

“I sent my men to raid the place before I got there… And when I got to the ruins I smelt you, my wolf felt you were there.” He whispered with a sigh, running his palm across his face.

“I couldn’t stop the battle because it was already too late. I was only able to save you” He finished and my anger deflated… Just a little.

“But my mom” I murmured with a shaky voice and my hands covering my face.

“I’m sorry I was unable to save her” He said nonchalantly so I knew he wasn’t sorry. “But I did give her a burial after you passed out”

I was grateful that he gave her a burial but was I ready to live with such a man? I had always fantasize about this, how it would feel to be mated to a wolf and my dreams were finally coming through.

Yes-he did what had to be done because he was a king even though it meant that I had to lose the family I once had. My head and heart are torn and I do not know which option to choose from.

Follow my heart that want to be with him or follow my head that says I should stay angry with him. I went with the former because let’s be truthful here, I am attracted to him.

“Thank you” I said after a few minutes bringing my head up to look into his gray captivating eyes.

I licked my lips slowly and his eyes gazed down watching the action. I knew what I was doing-I had always been naughty but no one knew that.

Mom had always been religious, makes us pray every morning and night and always tells me that things such as masturbating or even having sex with a wolf was a sin against God.

It’s sad that I never listen to any of her words. I pretended to follow all she taught me-giving her the illusion that I was the perfect religious daughter she had but at night when she was asleep, I would lower my hands into my pants and fantasize about how it would be mated to a wolf and finally, my dreams were coming true.

I blame it all on Mr Cole. Ever since he would tell us stories of how mates never cheat on each other or always stay together no matter what, I had always dreamed about how it would be to be in that position even though in a million years I never expected it to happen.

His head lowered and when his lips finally met mine, I parted my lips and let his tongue explore mine. It felt amazing it felt just like how I had imagined it all those nights. I ran my shaky hand across his chest mentally counting all the scars my fingers came across. Thirteen.

His lips shifted to my neck and I inhale when his canine dragged across the skin. Was he going to mark me? I have heard stories of how amazing it felt. “Do you forgive me? Will you accept to be my mate?” He asked and I choked out a “Yes”

He stopped, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes “I will only mark you when I know you love me” He whispered still staring deeply at me.

I had no answer to that but the questions that came to my mind was can I love him or do I just want to use him to fill up my fucked up fantasies?