The Alpha's Temptation

Tania stuttered to a stop. With him behind her, under his magical touch, she could feel the tension between them. It was a magnetic pull that grasped her hips and shoulders. It took everything in her power to not succumb to the maddening attraction. She was so focused on keeping herself in check that when said, "Talk to me Tania," she gasped.

With his free hand Eltanin gripped the jar hard as a shudder blasted through him. It was as if he was hit by a stormy wave over and over again.

Tania didn't know what to say. She blushed like the deepest shade of a rose. She blurted, "Umm… I want to find out what my mother and father looked like."

Eltanin stopped what he was doing on her back for a second. His brows furrowed. He closed his eyes and loosed a breath. Thank fuck. "Why?" he asked. All at once he felt like her features resembled someone he had seen earlier. But who?

She let out a nervous chuckle and his hand eased on her naturally. "Doesn't every child want to know who they resemble more?"

His hands started working in slow circles over the swelling. Suddenly, shimmery white lights appeared from the inside of her shoulder curve and faded out, spilling over his fingers as if caressing them. He drew a sharp breath in.

"Who do you resemble?" she asked curiously.

"Mostly my father, but—" The lights danced over her back, stronger than the last time.

She turned her head a little towards him and gazed at him sidelong. "But—"

"But they say I am more like my mother in how I behave. My mother left me to go back to her people. Father took care of me…" The lights traveled over his fingers in soft waves. He was mesmerized. He knew that her gift was lying dormant. But whatever triggered it to manifest, he was going to chase it. Maybe her wolf wanted to come out, or was she actually a Fae lost in Araniea? Now, more than her, her wanted to know about her mysterious past.

"Don't you have a sibling?"

"No," he said as he continued kneading her back and as the lights continued appearing. Tania seemed to relax under his ministrations and he liked the fact that she trusted him a bit more.

"I wish I had siblings," she replied with a longing in her voice.

"Trust me siblings are a pain in the ass!" he rolled his eyes as he pressed the heel of his hand into her shoulder blade. She closed her eyes, wincing in pain. "I am sorry," he whispered. The lights pulsated behind her back and disappeared.

She started laughing. "It's nothing. You worry too much."

Eltanin stopped working his fingers when she started laughing, mesmerized by her. It was the first time he had heard her laugh so carefree. When he had seen her earlier, she was stoic and quiet, always scanning her surroundings nervously. He had only seen her half-smiling. But never a laugh. Her hardships were visible on body in physical manifestations of scars from whips and lashes, he wondered if she ever laughed.

In between her laugh, she said, "You shouldn't feel sorry for such a small thing like this. It's absolutely nothing at all. The—" she stopped mid-sentence and resumed laughing.

Her laughter was infectious. More than the feel of her velvety skin, it was her laughter that enraptured him. Her laughter was like the bells of a temple. It rumbled throughout his body right down to his feet, leaving them tingling. Her laughter was musical.

He wanted to turn her around and see her face when she laughed. He found himself staring at her face that was tipped back as she laughed, and from where he stood, it was easy to see the upper swells of her breasts. He didn't know how or when, his hand slipped off her back and reached just above her hips. He couldn't believe it when his fingers dug into the flesh. His blood rushed to his groin and his skin heated. He was surrounded not only by her musical laughter, but also by her citrusy and sweet spice scent and the next thing he knew was that he was leaning against her. His chest heaved heavily as her laughter sent vibrations through his body.

Tania stopped laughing immediately when she sensed his body next to hers. It wasn't fear that ran down her body in the form of a shiver. Her face pinkened and the rosiness spread on to her neck. Eltanin brought his hands up to touch her arms. He ran his fingers up and down as if that was the most natural thing to do.

"Your Highness," she said in a low voice, shrinking a little.

"Hmm?" he said, not able to understand what she just said.

"I think we are done here," she added.

"No, we aren't," he said. He was not going to back off from her. It wasn't every day he got to see his mate's naked torso. In this case, naked back. Even though his throat was paper dry from feeling her smooth skin, the electricity that zapped through him was so addictive that he couldn't stop touching her.

"Why?" she asked, this time she trembled out of fear. What was the king's intention? Just a few minutes back he gave her a nice lecture on how he had so many women for him at the drop of a hat and now he refused to leave her?

Eltanin's fingers went inside the jar to scoop out a generous dollop and slathered it on her upper arm while his gaze was fixated on her cleavage.

"But there's no pain there!" Tania cried.

"It is swollen hard and hurts a lot," Eltanin found himself talking about his aching cock.

Tania stilled. "Oh, I know what you are talking about," she said. She could feel something swollen between them against her back. It was so hot that she was sure it would be painful.

Eltanin halted and frowned. Tania yanked her tunic up in one swift tug and tied her laces quickly, much to his displeasure. She turned to him, took the jar of liniment that was cold on her skin and soothed her pain. She dipped her fingers in it as he watched her. "What are you trying to do?" he asked, puzzled.

A smile crept up on her lips. "I am going to return the favor."

"No!" he squeaked.

She rubbed both her hands with the cold paste and looked at his cock. She took her hands forward with a glint in her eyes.

Eltanin backed away, snapping out of his reverie. "No, I am fine!" he replied as he wiped his hands with a towel.

"But you are not well… I was only trying to help you."

"No!"

But Tania jumped at him and yanked his breeches down.

"Goodness! Tania!" he rasped as he held his breeches tightly. Only the top part was visible now, just above his hard erection. Tania slathered the paste all over there. "Taniaaaaa!" Eltanin bellowed as his skin just above his cock felt like someone had put a thousand slabs of ice over there. He groaned, "Calaman's Horns!" while jumping backwards, eyes crossing, head tipped up, erection waning.

"See, your swelling has gone down," she said with a cute smile.

Eltanin grabbed his cock and balls and—