Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Ophelia's heart was never at ease around Killorn. He stared at her with stormy eyes that raged like ocean tides on rough waters. His sharp features were twisted into a disapproving scowl. His large shoulders were squared in apprehension, his jaws tightened enough to cut through rocks. She saw he wore his morning tunic, but they gripped his muscles, clinging onto his handsome body for he had likely returned from training his men all day.

"What are you doing all cramped up in a library?" Killorn demanded as he closed the distance between them in six long strides. She'd know—she counted.

"U-uhm…" Ophelia's throat was clenched with anxiety, as she nervously fiddled her fingers.

Killorn laid a blazing gaze against her body, one that licked through every naked skin he could see. He visibly searched for injuries, but was relieved to see none. With a calloused hand, he tenderly cupped her face. Immediately, she melted into his touch, just as his mother squeezed the curve of her waist.

"Did you miss me?" Killorn asked in a low and sultry voice, bending his head to kiss her behind the ears.

"Y-yes," Ophelia responded in a heartbeat, her fingers curling around his biceps. Killorn let out a throaty chuckle. Ophelia shivered at the delightful sound that vibrated across his smooth chest, sending shock waves to her core. She found herself coming closer to him, not that he minded, as their bodies were pressed lightly together.

"I heard the maids were unable to find you for lunch. Good thing dinner has just begun, come," Killorn decided for her. His hands sensually slid to her lower spine, evoking a throbbing from her heart.

Ophelia peered up at him, dazed from how alluring his voice was. "Y-yes, dinner…"

Ophelia raised her head to feel two pairs of eyes watching them intently. Then, she flushed and turned to Layla.

"K-Killorn, today I m-met a witch," Ophelia explained like a child eager to tell her parents about her day. Through her thin white dress, she could feel the heat of his palms spreading across her lower back. Her mind tingled at the sensation, especially when he brought her closer to his side.

"I know her," Killorn responded without even looking at Layla's direction. "Layla. She's human just like you."

Ophelia nodded. "A-and just now s-she made a—"

"A pleasure to see you again, Alpha Mavez," Layla stated, but her monotone voice made it obvious she didn't mean it. She dipped her head into a bow, earning a snort from Killorn.

"Sure it is," Killorn stated. Before she could respond, he turned on his heels, and took Ophelia out the doors.

"O-oh, you k-know her?" Ophelia asked.

"Yes, but I'll let her get to know Beetle more. It seems he's found his fated mate," Killorn responded whilst taking her down the well-lit corridors. No matter how many chandeliers they passed, none could shine brighter than the glimmer of Ophelia's pupils.

"His f-fated mate?" Ophelia repeated, her voice rising with interest. "I'm sure Cora told you?" Killorn returned as they descended down the staircase. Suddenly, she gripped his arms and shook her head.

"N-no, she didn't."

Killorn stopped at the foot of the staircase. He turned to her, wondering why didn't want to go any further from here.

"A fated mate is a couple chosen by the Moon Goddess. In a lifetime, a werewolf will only have one, for they only possess one soul, and a mate is good as a soul mate," Killorn explained for her. "T-then, do you h-have one?" Ophelia naively asked him.

"No."

Killorn was well aware of this fact the moment he set eyes on naive little Ophelia. He put his foolish desires aside as a child the second he received orders from the Overlords.

"O-oh…" Ophelia bit her bottom lips, not sure what she was expecting to hear from him. Perhaps somewhere along the lines of 'you are my fated mate.' but that would be impossible, for she was human, and he was a werewolf.

"Come along now, my sweet. We must get you fed so you have the energy for my feast later tonight," Killorn brazenly told her. He sensed her nervousness that flooded from her body heavily.

Killorn bent and pressed a fond kiss to her temple. She sucked in air, her grip tightening on his tunic. His lips lingered for only a brief moment, but her lashes fluttered. He bent and captured her mouth, earning a soft moan from her. Killorn was impatient. He cupped her sensual body with his hands. He brought them closer, until he could feel the curve of her breasts and stomach pressed upon his. He let out a low and guttural groan.

"Ophelia…" Killorn hoarsely whispered upon her lips. "Eat quickly."

Ophelia couldn't even respond. She was dazed from his breathtaking kiss, her mind going to mush, even though it was a simple action. Despite that, she couldn't help, but be intoxicated by him.

- - - - -

Ophelia could barely put the food into her mouth without flinching. He was watching her intently. Each time her tongue darted out to lick a sauce, his attention would flicker there. Sometimes, he'd lack patience and kiss her on the spot, but other times, he'd grip the edge of the table tightly.

Ophelia didn't mean to seduce him, really. All she was doing was sipping the creamy white mushroom soup. She was never the best with her table manners, especially concerning liquids. And under his watchful eyes, she was even more nervous, her fingers trembling to contain the white fluid.

"Is it good?" Killorn remarked, seated beside her and placing food one after the other onto her place.

"Mmmph," Ophelia hummed, just as he reached and brushed his thumb on the corner of her mouth.

Ophelia watched as he licked his fingers, sensual and slow, in the same manner that he'd once eaten her out. She felt her heart stop when the creamy substance went into his mouth. He sucked on his skin, the entire time, holding her gaze.

Ophelia felt a warmth slide through her, gathering at her core, her lower entrance growing heated. She shook her eyes, for the action had been far too intimate for dinner. With her husband's presence, the servants were surprisingly amiable, for the chefs prepared a large and hearty meal, and the vampire maids were nowhere in sight.

"Try the meat, you'll like it." Killorn sliced through the steak for her and placed the dripping red piece against her mouth.

Nervously, Ophelia opened it and chewed the steak. Her face tinged red as his gaze flickered to her lips. In the corner of her eyes, she saw his large tent. Unable to bear the tension between them, she attempted to make small talk.

"C-can you tell me about your childhood?" Ophelia timidly asked him.

"Later," Killorn said.

"O-oh, perhaps—"

"Ophelia," Killorn groaned, his voice strained and tight. "I will tell you anything that you want to ask me once you finish your meal and I get to bed the wife I miss so dearly."

Ophelia shakingly gasped. "W-won't you eat too?"

"I'm hungry for you."

Ophelia's cheeks flamed. She dropped her utensils and turned to him. Without warning, she downed her floral tea and leaned closer. "W-will you really tell me?" Ophelia asked with childlike wonder.

"If you asked me to bring you the stars, I'd ask how many," Killorn hoarsely stated, his pupils dilating. "Now, tell me, have you finished your meal?"

"Y-yes…"

"Good, now it's time for me."