Chapter 8

Elena’s POV

At least, at least I can beg him to keep my sister safe. No matter what happens to me here.

I nod to myself; my mind is made up.

I am taken to King Harvey’s room by the pale maid.

She has only given me a crème thin nightgown and lace underwear.

I can’t help but blush, the feeling of the underwear against my skin is odd. I am not completely covered, but it feels sensual.

I stand by his massive red bed and wait, unsure of what to think or how to feel.

I draw in one slow cold breath to calm myself but still shiver in fear.

Time passes slowly, as if by dripping water droplets. Finally, the door opens and King Harvey walks in mutely.

I close my eyes against his presence, fear climbing up into my throat and sealing it shut.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” King Harvey commands me as he picks me up as if I am his bride. The heat from his body brings me slight comfort.

Yet, his hot breath in my ear makes my heartbeat faster.

He gingerly places me on the bed and I inch backwards as he strips himself of his red cape.

Is he going to start?

“I… King Harvey, I am nervous.” I press my hands desperately into his shoulders pushing him away as he leans into me.

He pauses, simply staring at me.

“I promise to be gentle.” King Harvey whispers delicately.

Freezing entirely, all I can do is blink as he leans into kiss me. Up close, his brown eyes now glow a soft silver. I have never seen that before in my life. I lean into him to see his eyes better, not kiss him.

Yet, when our lips touch innocently, I feel safe.

To my surprise, his arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his lap.

A soft shock of pain from my back makes me gasp and break the kiss.

He stares at me for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

If I tell him no, he will not fulfill my wish to protect my sister. I must protect her at all costs.

He lifts a hand and tenderly runs his hand through my hair. I can withstand the pain for her. I feel safe with him, in this setting.

Something about him is magnificent and soothing. The warmth of his body and how kind he is. I am still scared if I can physically handle him, but I have to try.

“You are shaking,” King Harvey whispers. “Do I scare you?”

“…not you… just… sex.”

He nods. “I know how to make it not painful.”

“…how though?”

He smiles at me brilliantly; a flash of pure white fangs makes me move back. King Harvey cups my face softly.

“I will not hurt you. A woman must be prepared and aroused before sex. Especially with… a man like me.”

“A werewolf King.” I finish his thought for him, and he nods solemnly.

“You need to relax, Elena.”

I stiffen up even more in his grasp. “Well, I overheard the maids saying I could die…”

“No. You will not die. You will be just fine.” King Harvey speaks with firm authority.

Trusting him, I tilt my head back for the next kiss. This one is not chaste at all. It is a deep longing passionate kiss.

King Harvey doesn’t allow me to get a word in edge wise, kissing me even deeper than before. I pull away out of fear, breathing raggedly.

This time, the fangs in his mouth are longer and his eyes seem to dance.

“King Harvey, are you okay?”

“…it seems my wolf is winning. My heat is taking over.”

“Oh.” I whispered dumbly.

“I will not hurt you,” King Harvey repeats again, and it seems he is trying to placate the wolf in him. He presses his face into my neck and inhales deeply.

“Uhm…” Carefully, I run my fingertips through his soft brown hair, and he shudders against me entirely, relaxing and slowly pressing his body weight into my chest.

I stretch out under him to accommodate him, but my back burns slightly.

He takes another kiss, long and hard. He pulls away just enough so I can breathe, then his head drops down and I gasp. His hands remain on my back, cradling me into his chest. He holds me inches away from the mattress.

Through my sheer nightgown, he places slow kisses across my chest. Each kiss is a soft explosion of warmth and makes goosebumps break out all over my body. Instinctively, I lean into him and his actions.

He is addictive.

It is as if I am wearing nothing at all, between the warmth of his face and strength he is barely containing.

I hope I am good enough for him. I need to be good enough for him to protect my sister.

Nervously, I clutch at the sheets with my free left hand. Despite my fears, I can’t help but relax with him. The slow approach he is taking and the warmth of his body, the safety I feel are intoxicating.

He is charming to me, and it makes me want to stay and satisfy him.

His right fang sinks into my dress as he positions his face in the center of my chest. I bit back my fear as he glances up at me. His eyes glow a dangerous red and I know he is gone.

King Harvey pulls away suddenly and releases me at once. He had been holding me this whole time, his hands on my back.

He shows his massive hands to me, and both are light red with my blood.

“W-we- can keep going…” I try to say confidently.

King Harvey automatically shakes his head. “No. You are hurt. I will not harm you. You are not healed yet.”

“B- but I promised.”

I do want another kiss…

Staring at him, I am unable to think of what else to say or how to say it.

A low groan moves past his lips, and he places me in his lap carefully. I press my chest into his purposely, feeling a wave of warmth and euphoria drag me to the floor. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I look up at him.

“Do not tempt me.”

“I would like a kiss.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine warmly, kissing me thoroughly.

“Damn it, Elena.”

As shifts slightly, I feel him…hard and ready against me.

All I can do is stare at him.

When a louder groan leaves his lips and I see his fangs gleaming menacingly, I find myself looking down. King Harvey takes himself in his own hands literally. He relieves his heat with an easy grip, suddenly speeding up.

I look away as he hugs me tightly to his chest and keeps going, moaning in my ear. I blush and hide my face in his neck, unable to hide my face in my hands.

I feel my body respond to him and shiver against him as he moves faster, this flimsy underwear makes it obvious that I am wet.

I blush even harder for myself. This is embarrassing!