The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 216

“You are allowed to hurt. You are allowed to feel betrayed, and all those other emotions, because you are human. But, do not let this break you down, Lucien.” She finished in a whispered, forced to straighten to her full height when she began feeling uncomfortable, bent over.

Silence followed her words.

Then, his head pushed forward until it rested on her again. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her.

“Danika.” His g***n was muffled on her belly.

“Yes, My King?”

“Thank you for coming. Thank you for being here.”

She was able to make out his words. “It’s okay.” She had no plans of leaving him. Never.

It does not matter what the mistress said to her in the afternoon. She had asked her to disappear from this man’s side.

She cannot disappear from this man’s side. Who will look out for him if she does? She cannot. I’m sorry, mistress. She whispered to herself.

“Danika?” His deep guttural g***n pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Yes, my King.” Her fingers buried into his soft mass.

“I… I need you tonight.” he didn’t raise his head as he revealed, “Right here… Right now…”

Her chest fluttered. Her fingers paused in his hair. She feared that she knows the exact he way he wanted her, but she still asked.

“Your way…?” She swallowed tightly.

“My way. I want to forget. I want… I want to loose myself in you.”

A shiver worked down her body. Memories of the last night he made such a request filled her mind.

She bit her lips worriedly. Wouldn’t that be dangerous in her condition? He can be so rough…!

He moved his head slightly, swiveling it to the side, so he can look up to her face. “Can I have you…?”

It was at the tip of her tongue to agree, because she can hardly deny him anything… especially when he’s hurting. And he’s asking her permission patiently, which is odd.

It made her wonder what was going through that noisy head of his?

The question hung in the air between them.

Then, their baby head-butted his head.

Danika gasped as she felt the strong headbutt.

The King moved his head away from her belly in a quick jerk. His eyes widened, his worry momentarily forgotten. “He can do that?”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her face. “Never a headbutt. Just kicks. Sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker.” her cheeks shades in a happy glow, “he’s active.”

“Why do you think he head-butted me now?” He asked curiously.

“Well…” She rubbed her belly caressingly, “Maybe he’s trying to remind you that he’s in there. Maybe he’s trying to remind you not to hurt him.”

“Oh.” King Lucien stared transfixed at her belly, watching the rounded globe intensely. Then, he leaned forward and kissed it reassuringly. “I will never hurt you, son.”

Danika’s heart raced, butterflies spread inside her in that gentle, loving gesture, coming from a man like him. She can never get used to him being this way, no matter how many times he is.

“A strong one, my son.” She heard pride in his voice.

“Just like his father.” Her whisper was automatic.

Pain flashed in his eyes before he closed it tight, as if he wants to shut himself out to that world that belongs to him alone.

Then, he opened it as he raise to his feet and straightened to his full height in front of her. She craned her neck up to look up at him.

His hands palmed her neck, and he lowered his head and began kissing her.

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“I need you, Danika.” He spoke into her mouth,his hands on her neck, holding her to him as his mouth ravished hers.

With a sigh of surrender, Danika melted into his arms. He urged her backwards, until her back met the hard wall behind her. He kissed her like his whole world depended on it. And maybe they do.

Her hands went around him, she began touching him everywhere she could get her hands on. She caressed his whole back while he sucked on her tongue.

Their eyes closed, and in the silence of the night, the two lovers clung to each other. King Lucien began undressing her.

From her loose corset gown, down to her underthings, until she stood before him in nothing but skin. With a soft g***n, his mouth let go of hers and he trailed k****s down her neck.

Danika’s head threw back with a m**n, giving him better access which he made the most of, kissing and licking the sensitive skin of her neck. She shivered.

His mouth lingered on her collar, nibbling on the skin near the black leather until she m****d and drew even closer to him, her swollen belly pressing against his lower body.

His lips continued the slow descent until his mouth came across the white, creamy, plump brèasts that has changed well because of her present condition. She was plumper there, her nîpples darker and more pronounced, they pointed straight at him, begging for his lips.

“You are beautiful.” he confessed, “Have I ever told you that?”

She blushed deeply, ducking her head at the unfamiliar vocal compliment. “No… Thank you so much.”

It was at the tip of her tongue to return the compliment badly, but she didn’t, not wanting to ruin the mood…or for him to think she was lying. He thinks himself so heavily scarred and un-handsome.

The King’s eyes went back to her creamy brèasts. That part of her anatomy always enticed him greatly, his phallus lengthening and hardening in his nightclothes. Pulling back, his eyes landed on her flushed face.

Grayish-brown eyes filled with desire met his own. His hands went to the dark puckered areolas and pulled slightly.

She m****d on her throat, her back arching to give him better access to her sensitive nîpples which he played with; tugging, pulling and rubbing them until she was so sensitive she jerked with each tug of his fingers.

“Your body is so sensitive, even before you got pregnant.” He g*****d, his eyes still on her. And his hands too. “Do you remember that night…? The first night I touched your brèasts?”