All Chapters of The Alpha Queen's Deadly Secret: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Allowing me to see Auden standing in the doorway to the suite, his hair and eyes wild, his chest heaving with his panting breath as he stares right at me.My eyes flare wide. Wider. I go very still.What…the fuck is happening.Auden slams the door shut.The crashing sound makes me jump and shriek as I snap my eyes first to the door and then back to him. But something breaks in me when he reaches for the lock and flicks it, sealing us in.“What are you doing!?” I shout.He just growls, slowly starting to prowl toward me.“Auden! Are you fucking high!?”He reaches the end of the bed, still wordless, glaring down at me.Not – not mad –But the fucking heat in him right now –I shriek and roll to the far side of the bed as he starts to bend, reaching for me. My feet find the ground and I whip myself up, spinning to face him, my book going sprawling.“Get over here,” he growls.“Auden, you asshole!”He just starts around the bed and I shriek again, jumping up onto the bed and then down to t

Auden again shifts back, his cock withdrawing slightly, the sensation against my inner walls agonizing and fantastic at once, and then he starts to pound into me at a steady, punishing pace, fucking me hard and fast and relentless – just the way I want him to.My face turns hard to the left as my hands slam down on the wood of the bureau, balancing me as Auden wraps his hand around my back and pulls me further forward so that my ass is no longer on the wood at all. Instead, he holds my body tight against him, my lower back pressed painfully to the edge of the bureau as he picks up his pace, thrusting himself deep into my core again and again with a fervid need that makes me dizzy.My mind spins as my body tenses, as heat and some fucked-up need builds within me. Because this is all wrong – all of it is fucking wrong – I hid from this man for years, I’m keeping secrets from him that would break his heart, I’m engaged to his goddamn father –But none of that – none of that fucking matte

Auden leans his elbows on his knees and dips his head like he does when he’s thinking. I watch, and as the seconds pass my anger comes back to me a bit. Not at him – not…not really. Or, maybe not at all at him?Or, well. Maybe a little at him.What the hell was he doing getting all high and running across the castle, anyway? What the hell was he doing fucking me like that – like our god damned lives depended on it – and then not pulling out at the end?He knows as well as I do that the consequences of a pregnancy that is not Mahl’s means…death.Death. Again, death! All roads in this fucking life lead to an abrupt and brutal death.But my anger at Auden is minor compared to my anger at myself for losing control. And at this fucking world for being a place where something as simple and natural as a pregnancy after a much-desired sexual encounter would spell the d

My fingers continue their work. His head just hangs.“What do we do?” he whispers.“I don’t know,” I reply, my tone matching his for confusion and sorrow. I sigh and take a step away, turning toward the window. “Let me go back to my room, I’ll sleep on it – and you’ll sleep on it – and we can –“But his hand reaches out and takes my arm again, gentler this time. I look back at him, frowning when he shakes his head.“Everleigh, you were here for a reason,” he murmurs. I stand straighter as I realize that he’s right – that I completely forgot that the castle halls are host to what is basically a gigantic orgy right now and that I was here in Auden’s rooms to avoid detection. “If, somehow, your fucking magical spell on Margot fails and Mahl storms into your room…”I grimace, turning back to him. “Yea

“What are you doing?” I gasp.“It’s easier this way,” he murmurs, settling down on top of my legs. He pauses for a second, but then his fingers wrap again around the edges of my dress, pulling it down a little lower so that half of my booty is exposed.“Auden!” I gasp, my head flying up.“Calm down, Everleigh, this is strictly medical. I just need to see the extent of the bruise.” His voice is low, entertained.“Oh, I hate you,” I murmur, tucking my head back down against my arms, my cheeks flaming.“No, you don’t,” he murmurs, making me smile. A soft scraping sounds, the lid of a jar being unscrewed, and the balmy scent of mint and eucalyptus fills my nose. “This will be cold.”I sigh and nod, consenting to it, thinking that sounds quite nice against the hot ache growing in my lower back. But I still gasp at the first t