All Chapters of Cursed to be my Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Walking side by side, Amira and Rhys were dressed for an evening with the pack members not on duty. Amira was surprisingly nervous. She looked like the king but was not. This was going to be harder than before. Already, she could feel the vibrations of those inside the hall, their voices rowdy and boisterous, with a similar atmosphere to the rogues. Yet, Amira felt there was more pressure to be Rhys now. With the council members and servants, it was easy because they didn’t know their Alpha King well; they only knew of his and Demon’s fierce reputation. That was why Baltir and Bash caught on that something wasn’t right with their friend. Now she was entering a hall full of pack members who were probably tight with their king. From how they looked at her earlier, that made it pretty obvious. “You’ll be fine,” Rhys assured her, sliding his hand into the crook of her arm. Amira looked down at him, shocked he was playing the part of a lady. She wanted to shake him off because if she was

Three days passed, and there was no body switch. Amira and Rhys mostly remained by each other’s side, just in case. More rumours spread about how the Alpha King seemed lovestruck by the alluring and beautiful Amira. Servants and nobles gossiped about the pair spending most of their time together. Rhys held Amira’s hand whenever they were strolling through the corridors. Again, Amira was distrustful and suspicious of the act because she noticed how others would see their hand-holding and whispering among themselves. But whenever they were alone, nothing else seemed to matter.It was mostly Rhys working and asking Amira for advice on issues within the kingdom. He listened to her and even followed through with some of her ideas. Even if Rhys was using her, Amira didn’t mind at that point. Power was never Amira’s end goal; she just wanted justice and a fairer world than the one she’d grown up in. Amira didn’t mind staying by Rhys’ side and collaborating together to help improve the king

Exiting through her door, Bash did a double take of her and cleared his throat, looking away. Amira ignored him and strolled the short distance to Rhys’ room, her bare feet cold only for a moment along the flagstone until the guards allowed her entry. “Have a good night!” Bash called after her.“Definitely not gay,” the guard on the right whispered.“He won’t be after seeing how she looks.” The other responded.Honestly, they were overreacting. Amira knew she looked good in her nighties anyway, but Rhys had seen her body plenty of times. He’d also been away from the palace all day. This would be brief so he could rest; she was sure of it.The doors closed behind Amira, and her gaze slowly moved to the man whose back was to her, removing his bloodstained jacket. She released a breath, her heart galloping as she remembered the kiss from earlier. Rhys’ shoulders tensed slightly, aware of her arrival and possibly the rate at which her heart beat.The moment Rhys turned, Amira’s heart rac

Amira sighed against Rhys' lips, feeling the exquisite thrill run through her from the press of his erection against her lacy underwear, causing friction against her sensitive folds. Everywhere he touched, sparks tingled along her skin. The warmth in her chest added to the overstimulating sensations running through her body. They'd barely moved, yet Rhys' touch set her aflame with a needy desire. His tongue explored her mouth while his hands roamed her thighs. Amira couldn't help but relax into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him back just as fervently. There was almost an urgency to their movements, their hands exploring each other. Amira was more aware of Rhys' injuries, though, no matter how much she was being swept away by this desire to be entangled with the Alpha King. All day, she'd been anxious about Rhys, and he returned in this state. She wanted to kiss away all the pain and embrace him tightly. It was a startling realisation that there was more

Amira stirred to the tingling sensation between her legs. Her brows tugged together, her eyes still shut. She was in a state of sleep and awake, but confusion kept her body still. Yet, she was aroused. She could tell from how sensitive the sheets felt against her naked skin. The brush of the silk rubbed at her tightened nipples. Not only that, but her core was tingling with a desire that made her lips part with a gasp. A pressure, slow and teasing, brushed through her folds and flicked at the top of her clit, making her head tip back. A low groan left her as the sensation continued, building her up until she wanted more. More sensation, more pressure. Just more. Was she having a sex dream? Slowly, Amira became more aware of the rest of her body. Her legs were spread wide, with something heavy keeping them down. She bit her lip as she realised what was between her legs and how their technique changed. A light nip at the top of Amira’s clit sent her over the edge, an edge she didn