The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 85

King Lucien 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 Danika’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.

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Danika stirred awake and regretted the move when shards of pain zinged through her body. Muscles she never knew she had before was hurting.

She opened her eyes and allowed it to rest at the wall opposite her. The events of the day before had her belly knotting, and then the memories of the night before had warmth running through her body.

The king was holding her tight, she realized.

She allows the feeling to watch over her. She kept completely still and lowered her eyes to his face.

His eyes was closed in sleep, his mouth was holding her puckered nub loosely to his mouth.

She moved a bit to pull away, but his mouth began moving, suckling on her while still sleeping…like a baby who was nursing in sleep at his mother’s breast.

She sighed and relaxed herself into his embrace.

Danika caught a glance of the man he was. The man he would have been, if tragedy didn’t befall him in form of her father and turned him to the hardest and coldest man she’d ever seen.

She allowed herself to wonder who this king would have been if his father wasn’t killed, his mother wasn’t killed, his pregnant sister wasn’t killed right in front of him, if his people weren’t enslaved.

Baski had told her once that the king used to be bright and happy. He has always been a man of few words but it never stopped him from being as cheerful as a royalty is allowed to be.

Danika watch him blatantly. Now he’s asleep again, his mouth loose on her, she can stare at him unrestrained. Her eyes caught on the shiny black curls of his hair.

She raised her hand and ran it through the curls in a feather-like touch so he wouldn’t wake. She didn’t know how much time passed…how long she looked at him.

Gently, she pulled her breast away from his mouth until the cool air hit her suddenly cold nipple. She wanted to relieve her bladder but she was reluctant to pull away from his arms…the arms he has tightly wrapped around her.

She lowered her head and kissed his forehead in a featherlike manner. When she pulled back, she gasped when she saw his blue eyes staring at her.

“M-Master….!” She gasped, her cheeks taking up a deep shade of red at being caught.

His eyes didn’t blink as he stared at her.

Suddenly, she felt too naked. The light in the room too much. This isn’t the darkness of the night, it is the brightest of the day. Time for reality.

“Greetings, M-Master…” She whispered.

His eyes dropped down to her neck and her breasts. He swallowed tightly and stared up to her face again. This time, the usual frown was back.

Slowly, he untangled his arms from her body and pulled back. He hissed when his wound protested the movements from his body.

“So sorry…master.” Danika got up, ignoring the way her body screamed against the movement.

She gathered her clothes and put them on. He watched her silently,doing nothing. Saying nothing.

Dressed, she took the bowl of water from last night back to the bathroom where she disposed of it and filled the bowl with new cold water. She took out another dry ragcloth and walked back to his bed.

“Can I bathe your wound, master?” She whispered, her throat dry like sandpaper.

“You can.” He g*****d, his eyes closed.

“Thank you, master.” She removed the bloody bandage and took her time bathing his chest and down to his belly.

His eyes remained closed but that only made Danika more nervous because she knows that he’s attuned to what she’s doing to him. As she bathed his chest, she could feel the stickiness of him in her inner thigh with each move.

Her cheeks turned hotter, her hand paused on his chest.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She whispered her apology and continued washing his wound.

Afterwards, she applied the herbs Baski left on the small cabinet, the same herbs she sauw on his wound before she washed it off. Then, she bandaged him up gently.

“Can I bath your body, master?” She whispered.

When he opened his eyes and watched her without saying a word, she added “Your temperature is very hot and—-“

“I’ve been through worse, Danika. I can survive getting hit by an arrow.” He stated.

“I know you can, master. But, please….let me..” She pleaded, her eyes beseeching him.

After a moment’s hesitation, he closed his eyes. “Do what you wish.”

Another bit of trust. She thanked him and began running the wet rag down his body. She bathed every part of him down to his legs.

She consciously jumped his loin part and his thighs until she was done with other parts of him.

Then, she went for his thighs and as she cleaned him up, she couldn’t help turning red in the face because the memory of the night before stayed in her head.

She remembered the way her thighs gripped his last night. The way he’d put his mouth on her. The way she’d taken him so deep…

King Lucien watched her silently. Seeing her flushed face that only got worse with each stroke on the wet rag on his body.

He would have smiled at her discomfort, if he can still remember how to do that.

What had him surprised is that the urge to allow his lips stretch to something so unfamiliar as a smile was there. His brows knitted more into a bigger frown at the urge.

Where is such urge coming from? He asked himself.