The Alpha King’s Virgin by Charmeleon (Raine & Amari)
The Alpha King’s Virgin by Charmeleon Chapter 17

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In the privacy of the king’s suite Amaris took me to the living room where he poured wine into golden goblets for each of us. I sat down on the grey velvet couch, admiring the softness of the fabric under my hands. This was the first time he brought me in here, in his private space. I thought how the room spoke of his character, broody in muted grey tones, yet somehow soothing.

He handed me a golden goblet and our fingers touched sending the now familiar tingle up my arm.

“I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn.” I said, looking up at him.

He smiled and it lit up his face, the smile he reserved only for me. It made my knees weak, and my insides melt. Amaris sat down next to me.

“Never apologize for speaking your mind. They had it coming. Shut them up really fast” He chuckled, “So, anything I want?”

A blush crept from my neck to my cheeks. I blamed it on the sweet wine I was sipping.

Amaris toyed with a strand of hair that escaped my braid. I glanced back at him; he was still smiling, and his dark eyes twin kled in the soft light of the standing lamp at the back of the couch.

“Or didn’t you mean it?” His voice had a sultry note which did wicked things to my sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

heart.

I took a large sip of the sweet wine. “I meant it. If those were your allies, I would hate to meet your enemies.”

He took the goblet out of my hand and placed it with his on the marble coffee table in front of the couch.

Then he took my chin in his hand. “You are something else, Raine. Tell me, when did you get your wolf?”

That surprised me. Why was it important. I’ve just always had her. She was with me from birth.”

“Are you sure?” Amaris stroked his thumb across my jawline, moving towards my lips.

I nodded. “Why?”

He moved closer to me, and my heart started making cartwheels in my chest. His

my lips. I licked my lips and I saw his expression change from playfulness to dosnt was so intoxicating, like the sweet wine I still tasted on

His hand moved to my nape, pulling my face closer, “Because most of us get our wolves when we turn eighteen, When did you first shift?” his eyes shifted to my mouth, our noses touching. He was holding off kissing me and it made me itch to close that small gap and take his lips…

What was he doing to me?

“I think I was ten or so. The first time it happened was when Peter punished me so badly for something I did or forgot to do. He threw me into the basement, and it was a full moon, I remember it hurt so badly I passed out and when I came to, I was in my wolf form.” I couldn’t look into

his

eyes because re-living that memory made me want to cry.

Amaris’ breath hitched in his throat and his hand tightened on my nape. He pulled me onto his lap and cradled me against his chest like a child. “Every time I see the pain on your face, I want to find Peter and disembowel him.”

I slipped my hand underneath his jacket, placing my palm on his racing heart. “Please don’t. It’s over. He can’t hurt me anymore.”

Amaris nodded. I felt him calm down under my touch. But I wanted more from him. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, make me feel safe. I leaned back to look up at his handsome face.

“Will you please kiss me, your Majesty?” I said with a hopeful smile.

“Goddess… Raine, I want nothing more than to devour you.” His mouth captured mine in an instant, and I lost myself in the heat of his embrace

“Oh, Armaris…” I called out his name when his mouth moved over my neck, sucking, leaving marks as he made his way to my earlobe. He pushed

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me down on the couch and bent down to remove his boots.

He growled. “Take off that pretty dress if you don’t want me to rip it off.” His eyes were dark with lust. He stood to remove his jacket, and his shirt was quick to follow. I didn’t want to move from my spot, because watching him, the way his muscles moved, perfectly sculpted, held me captive. His chest was hairy, but not overly so. It made him more manly.

“Raine. Get naked. Now” The tone of his voice broke the spell on my legs, and I got up.

I took the dress off slowly, letting it slide down my body and legs, enjoying the way he watched my every move. The scent of his arousal perfumed the room and sent the heat rushing to my core. I watched as he slowly loosened his belt, a sultry smile playing around his mouth, matching my play, he dropped his trousers and shoved it away with one foot. My eyes dropped to his erect member already slick with pre-cu m. He was beautiful like a statue carved from marble,

He raised one eyebrow at me. “Everything off. You said anything I wanted right?”

“Yes.” the word came out as a whisper. I removed my silk bra and thong..

“Bend over that chair,” he demanded, pointing at an armchair to my left. “And spread your legs.”

I did as he instructed, like a puppet being controlled by their master.

“Hands on the armrest,” came the next order and I obeyed. And waited. Waited.

I gasped as his fingers traced the line of my backbone, all the way to my tailbone. My hands gripped the armrest. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. A moan left my lips when he gripped my butt cheeks, massaging them, drawing out more moans of pleasure from me. I was so wet already. He carried on with his sweet torture, exploring my folds, opening me up for him and then without warning he plunged into me, grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. His mouth latched onto the mark on my shoulder sucking and licking it, driving me insane with pain and pleasure.

“Aah. My release came too fast, too strong, shaking my whole body with the intensity.

Amaris held me in place, not moving waiting for the spasms to subside before he stroked himself into me. Slow at first, hitting every sensitive spot inside me, until I was a shaking mess then he pumped harder, grunting, squeezing my breasts with one hand while the other went to my sensitive cli t.

“Oh, I can’t… .it was too much I felt as if I was going to die, but I wanted it,

wanted

more.

“Yes, yes, you can. Come for me, my queen.” He growled next to my ear and my body responded, clamping around his twitching org an and his released filled me.

“Amaris…” I looked at his sleeping face, so peaceful, I hated to disturb him, but I couldn’t sleep. What the Alphas said at the dinner table

bothered me greatly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping, Raine? He answered without opening his eyes.

I placed my hand on his chest and he laced his fingers with mine.

“I’m worried. What if this causes a war? You’re choosing me?” I wouldn’t want him to lose his kingdom because of me.

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He opened his eyes and turned to his side to face me. “Raine, whatever happens, I will not let you go, and I will not take any my mate. You are the one the Moon Goddess chose for me, and I am fine with it. There has to be a reason for it.”

It was good to hear him say that. But I was scared. What if I was not accepted? I looked into his dark eyes, and I stroked his black locks back behind his ear. It made me sad to think I might be the cause of a king’s downfall.

“Why haven’t you marked me yet, Raine?” There was pain in his soft voice, and I felt guilty, because I had been too scared, afraid he might not want me to mark him as mine, lest he decided to take another she-wolf.

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“Tell me.” his eyes demanded answers

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want me to?” shivering inside, I was hoping he would say he did.

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“Only if you want to mark me, Raine. I want the whole kingdom to know I am yours.” His hand caressed my face.

“I want to.” I wasn’t sure Tasha would agree, but she lifted her head and shone through my eyes.

“Mark him, he belongs to us.” she purred in my head.

My canines elongated and Amaris bared his neck for me. The king, my Alpha, gave himself to me. He gripped me tightly against him as I bit down where his neck and shoulder met, tasting his blood, feeling him sigh in contentment as my mark seared into his skin.

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