Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Alpha Ethan’s POV

I followed her from behind as she made her way to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to follow me. Just go and sit. I’ll make it quick and bring it to you,” she said without looking back.

Botl ignored her, pretending not to hear as I continued after her. There was something about watching her move, something soothing despite the chaos that had been circling inside me all day. We reached the kitchen, and I stepped in without hesitation.

It had been too long since I was this close to her.

The faint scent of the last meal prepared still lingered in the air, but it was quickly overtaken by her scent–subtle, warm, maddeningly addictive. I took a seat at the counter, pretending to scroll through my phone, though my attention wasn’t on the screen. My eyes never left her.

She moved quietly, her fingers brushing over utensils, her posture upright but tired. She didn’t say much after that, and I let the silence hang between us.

I tried to look away. I really did. But my gaze kept drifting back to her.

The soft light from the kitchen overhead haloed her dark hair, made her skin glow with this delicate radiance that pulled me in like gravity. My wolf, who had been restless for hours, suddenly stilled. He watched her too, and for once, he didn’t fight or growl like he did around Olivia.

She calms him, I realized, a strange knot forming in my chest.

I had been mated to Olivia for years, and yet… my wolf had never reacted this way to her. With Raven, there was a strange peace. An unsettling, dangerous kind of peace that made me want to explore it more.

She stood on her tiptoes to reach a spice from the shelf, and my fingers twitched as I watched the way her waist curved beneath the thin cotton of her

dress.

I stood up slowly.

Without a word, I walked over to the counter and stepped behind her. My hands moved before I could stop myself, wrapping around her waist, feeling the way she tensed instantly in my hold.

She tried to shift out of my grip. “Alpha… I need to cook the dinner and go to sleep,” she said softly, her voice hesitant but not cold.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. My lips hovered just above her skin. “I don’t want the food anymore,” I whispered. “I want

you.”

She stiffened, but she didn’t pull away. I knew what we were. I knew the lines we had drawn–lines I kept crossing because I couldn’t help myself.

She was my maid.

She was also my secret. My sex slave.

And yet… in this moment, none of that mattered. All I knew was that she was here. Warm. Soft. Mine.

I turned her gently to face me, her dark eyes wide as they met mine. I saw the conflict in her gaze–fear, desire, guilt… maybe even something deeper

that neither of us dared to name.

“I’ve missed this,” I admitted, surprising even myself with the honesty. “You. This closeness. It’s the only time I feel something that makes sense.”

She didn’t answer. But she didn’t stop me when I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers. Her hands were trembling when they came up to rest on my chest.

“Alpha…” she whispered again, as though reminding me of who I was.

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Chapter 54

But I wasn’t her Alpha tonight. I was just a man who wanted her.

I kissed her deeper this time, hungrily. Her lips parted under mine, and I wasted no time lifting her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her thighs apart with my hips as my hands ran under her dress.

And damn, was she fucking wet for me.

She gasped, but her arms wrapped around my shoulders,

as she moaned out loud.

“Say it,” I murmured against her mouth. “Tell me you want this.”

“…I want it,” she breathed.

I want it,” she breathed.

Hearing those words from her lips did something to me. It loosened something inside me, I hadn’t realized was knotted so tightly.

I kissed her again, more fiercely this time, my lips claiming hers as if trying to make up for all the time I’d spent pretending I didn’t crave her like this. She responded slowly, as though unsure, but her body began to soften against mine, molding to my touch.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” I whispered, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “This thing between us… it’s not just lust.”

Her eyes dropped, but she didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

Her silence told me everything.

I kissed the side of her neck, slowly, deliberately, and felt her shiver. My hands roamed down the small of her back and then beneath her thighs, lifting her from the counter. She clung to me instinctively as I carried her out of the kitchen, away from the pots and the cold tile, and into the warmer shadows of my private quarters.

She was supposed to sleep in the servants‘ quarters. She always did. But not tonight.

Tonight, I needed her close. I needed to remind myself why the hell I couldn’t let her go.

I kicked the door shut behind me and laid her down on my bed. She looked out of place there–fragile, unsure, beautiful in the soft light. Her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket, and she looked up at me like she didn’t know if she was allowed to want this… or me.

I undid the first few buttons of my shirt and let it fall to the floor before crawling over her.

“You are so dead with me tonight,” I murmured, kissing along her collarbone.

She didn’t respond, but her throat moved as she swallowed hard.

“I told you… you belong to me,” I whispered. “No matter what title Olivia has.”

I could feel her body tensing again, caught between guilt and desire. So I slowed down, giving her time. My fingers pushed her dress up inch by inch, revealing the skin I’d memorized and craved.

Her breathing grew shallow as I touched her, but she didn’t stop me. Her hips rose to meet mine when I pressed between her thighs, and the sweet sound of her gasp broke whatever restraint I had left.

“You’re so warm,” I whispered, pushing into her slowly.

She moaned quietly, hands clenching the sheets, body arching beneath mine.

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