The Lycan King's Puppet-Chapter 105: Smoky Sheets

"Answer it." She whispered, attempting to stand up despite their joined bodies.

He pushed her back down to the bed.

"I can not."

"Why not?"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"It’s quite bad." He gestured at his rod.

She glanced down at it, colouring sheepishly.

"How bad is it?"

He held her hand and laid it on his arousal. She gripped it briefly before pulling her hand away as if she’d been burned.

"Oh dear." She muttered.

The knock came again.

"Ignore it." He muttered into her ear as he began to move again.

She reached out and clutched the sheets, her hips tightening around him.

She was so tight - Gods, the way she clenched around him...

It was either she said his name or she’d lose her ability to walk properly altogether.

Gentleness no longer applied in their new contract. He thrust in and out of her heedlessly, deriving fuel from the silly sounds she was making.

She was his, even if it was just for the night.

He felt the pleasure rack through her, but he didn’t stop. He continued, watching it build inside her all over again.

Her eyes widened as his thrusts increased its pace.

His own release was building.

"Holy mother of... Yeren!" She said aloud as the pleasure spasmed through her.

Hearing his name made his own release come faster. He exploded inside her once more before rolling off her.

He turned to look at her. His stubborn and audacious Claire Stenly.

Yeren laid a hand on her abdomen. It rippled at his touch. The way she reacted to him made him smile.

"Cover yourself. Just in case it’s Andon."

She didn’t move. He didn’t want to move as well.

"I’m serious."

"At this point. I don’t care. You’ve paralyzed me, Your Grace." She flashed him a daring grin.

"Well, I do care, Miss Stenly." He stressed out her name. "Cover yourself - or I’ll have to gouge out the eyes of any man who sees your nakedness."

She laughed. She actually laughed. It was the second time he was hearing her laugh that night.

"Unless you’d help me." She held out a hand, but it collapsed back on the bed beside her.

The initial shyness seemed to have left her. She hadn’t even bothered to cover herself like most women would in a futile attempt to reinstate their dignity.

He picked up one of his robes he’d slung across the chair and wore her, ensuring that it was fastened properly.

"I believe I should hide." She whispered, her gaze darting around the room for a suitable spot.

He watched her. She looked wild with her tousled hair and swollen lips.

He probably did too. Yeren ran a hand through his messed up hair.

"There’s no need to hide. My servants don’t gossip. They’re loyal to only me." He slid another robe over himself and walked towards the door.

He opened it.

The serving maids stood there, holding different assortments of food.

They were right on cue, he thought with a smirk.

"Come in." He stood aside for them to go in.

He waited for the gasp that usually followed such scenes.

Nothing.

Just the sound of scurrying feet and clanging silverware.

Yeren spun around.

Claire was nowhere to be seen.

Where had she gone?

The maids nodded at him and filed out of the room.

He locked the door behind them and went in search of her.

"I told you not to hide." He said, his voice low.

He treaded around the room quietly, like a predator stalking its prey.

The room was very large, but it didn’t stop him from hearing her coarse breathing.

He glanced at the bed as he moved. It was stained bright red at the center. The maids would immediately know what happened when they’d come to clean the next morning.

And he’d just taken her virginity. What had he just done? It was selfish of him to keep her when he wasn’t going to marry her.

He peeled the bed linens off the bed and threw them into the burning hearth.

The flames licked up the fabric greedily, erasing the evidence of a selfishly-taken, passionate night.

He found her on the balcony, staring at the ground below her.

Yeren stopped a good distance away and watched her.

"Could you give me a few minutes? I have to... take care of something."

"Take care of what?" His voice came out harsher than he intended.

She spun around, searching his face.

"I’m a mess." She looked down at her feet.

He followed her gaze.

White liquid laced with blood puddled around her feet.

His seed. It was perfectly normal, wasn’t it?

"Should I have a bath brought up for you?"

Claire shook her head before she spoke. "It’s very late and the maids deserve to rest. I would rather not bother them."

He nodded.

"I can help you clean yourself."

What in the world made him make such a suggestion?

She blinked, her eyes holding his.

"I don’t want to bother you either."

He closed the distance between them and picked her up in his arms. The knowledge that she was naked beneath the robe was...

Yeren set her down at the foot of the bed and went to the wash basin.

He picked up the wash cloth, dipped it into the cool water and squeezed it.

She just sat there, watching him with unreadable eyes. He desperately wanted to know what she was thinking.

The bright smile she had been wearing had vanished.

He wanted to kick himself in the shins at that moment. The whole atmosphere had been ruined.

"Why did you burn the sheets?" Her voice was cold.

The faint smell of smoke saturated the air.

"I didn’t want the maids to know. I was trying to protect your-"

"You were trying to erase the evidence. You couldn’t even wait until I was gone."

He parted his lips but no words came out.

Thinning his lips, he knelt down in front of her.

He waited for her to send him away, or snatch the cloth away from him.

Instead, she unfastened the robe and spread her legs.

It felt like a chore no matter how aroused it made him. Something he’d intended to be intimate became a cold affair.