Contracted to the Uncrowned King novel Chapter 3

Violet

The thought of seeing Lucas' horrified and jealous face with Nora at his side flashed through my mind. The tension tightening through me snapped. I cried out, damn sure that someone had heard it

The door slid open to an empty hall, and I slumped back in relief, trembling.

The doors finally started to close when he drew back with a low, pleased sound. I was dazed, trembling as the aftershocks rattled through me.

"You taste so much better than I'd imagined."

I laughed, unable to do much else and trying to get a hold of myself. I felt giddy. He grinned, standing up and lifting me back into his arms. The elevator dinged again.

"Here's our floor."

Theo practically carried me down the hall with his hand on my ass. As soon as the door opened and closed, I felt a shift in him.

He unzipped my dress, unhooked my bra, and had me stumbling back toward the bed in a matter of seconds. I reached for my shoes, but he stopped me.

"Leave them on.”

Then, he turned me around and bent me over the bed. My face heated at the position. I heard the rustle of clothing being stripped off and tossed behind me before he pressed up against me. The naked heat of his cock pressed between my thighs. I shuddered, clenching my thighs around him. The sound of his cock gliding against me was too much.

I was so sensitive, but I wanted more.

"W-Wait. Condom?"

"Don't insult me," he said, his voice amused. I heard the crinkle of wrapping paper. "I'm not nearly as much of an asshole as most think."

He pulled away for a moment, hissed, and then he was back, thrusting between my thighs. I saw the empty wrapper flutter to the bed. He pushed on my back until my face was on the bed, my ass in the air, completely exposed.

"Though the thought of sending you back to your husband full of my come is more than a little appealing."

"I--" I gasped. His grip tightened as he started to push into me at a slow, unrelenting pace.

My legs trembled. My mind went hazy with the sensation. When our hips met, he let out a soft sound of satisfaction. "You're perfect."

I shuddered, biting my lip and trying not to get swept up in the rush of emotion that swept through me at the words. He thrust into me hard, driving me over the edge over and over again. The pain I’d felt earlier seemed like a bad dream.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but hold on and give in. He turned my head to kiss me, drinking in every pant and moan. My head was a mess. All I could taste was his him. All I could feel was the hot throb of his cock inside me.

The scent of our mingled sweat and sex filled my nose like a drug and I basked in it, wondering if there was enough cash in the Darkmoon accounts to pay a man of his skill.

When I woke up, I was alone. I could hear him in the shower and smiled at the pleasant ache still thrumming through me. My phone chimed on the bedside table. I answered it.

“Alpha Violet, are you still at Midnight Park?”

I blinked, recognizing Kincaid’s voice.

“I am. You sound upset.”

“After last night?” He growled. “I’m beyond upset. Where are you? I’ll–”

“No,” I said. “I’ll meet you in the lobby. I need you to work on getting my things out of my room and making separate arrangements from Lucas for me. I don’t care if it’s at Midnight Park or across the street.”

“As you wish.”

He hung up, and I looked down at the mark on my wrist. The ache was still distant. I felt lighter than I had the night before. Maybe all the mythos around what the mark would do wasn’t exactly true.

I sighed and climbed out of bed. He’d moved my clothes to a chair nearby, so I slipped back into them, tucking my underwear in my clutch rather than putting them on. I counted through the bills I had and figured I should leave it all. It wasn’t enough, but it was all the cash I had.

I gasped as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back against him. He slipped his hand into the slit of my dress, aiming for my inner thighs.

“Leaving already?”