The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 85

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King Lucien woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.

He was curled around Danika's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.

The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.

Alone, he has no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.

He pulled his head back a bit to find the full softness of her breast, and held it out to find her puckered nipple with his mouth.

He laced his mouth on it and drew from her in gentle tugs.

Shutting down all the thoughts from his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn't sure would come.

He didn't have to wait long.

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Danika stirred awake and regretted the move when shards of pain zinged through her body. Muscles she never knew she had before was hurting.

She opened her eyes and allowed it to rest at the wall opposite her. The events of the day before had her belly knotting, and then the memories of the night before had warmth running through her body.

The king was holding her tight, she realized.

She allows the feeling to watch over her. She kept completely still and lowered her eyes to his face.

His eyes was closed in sleep, his mouth was holding her puckered nub loosely to his mouth.

She moved a bit to pull away, but his mouth began moving, suckling on her while still sleeping...like a baby who was nursing in sleep at his mother's breast.

She sighed and relaxed herself into his embrace.

Danika caught a glance of the man he was. The man he would have been, if tragedy didn't befall him in form of her father and turned him to the hardest and coldest man she'd ever seen.

She allowed herself to wonder who this king would have been if his father wasn't killed, his mother wasn't killed, his pregnant sister wasn't killed right in front of him, if his people weren't enslaved.

Baski had told her once that the king used to be bright and happy. He has always been a man of few words but it never stopped him from being as cheerful as a royalty is allowed to be.

Danika watch him blatantly. Now he's asleep again, his mouth loose on her, she can stare at him unrestrained. Her eyes caught on the shiny black curls of his hair.

She raised her hand and ran it through the curls in a feather-like touch so he wouldn't wake. She didn't know how much time passed...how long she looked at him.

Gently, she pulled her breast away from his mouth until the cool air hit her suddenly cold nipple. She wanted to relieve her bladder but she was reluctant to pull away from his arms...the arms he has tightly wrapped around her.

She lowered her head and kissed his forehead in a featherlike manner. When she pulled back, she gasped when she saw his blue eyes staring at her.