Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Maya and Jaeden left, and Dayson and Marcy entered Dayson’s room.
Marcy threw herself at Dayson and hugged him tightly.
After an awkward second, Dayson pried her arms open and held her by the elbows one step away from him.
“What are you doing?”, he asked stiffly.
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“My behavior yesterday was not acceptable.”
Dayson had a good guess that Marcy was scolded by her father, but he didn’t know if she was talking about beating up Talia or about leaving his room. And there was also a possibility that Marcy did something else, and he didn’t know about it.
“You came here to apologize.”, Dayson summarized and released her arms. “Do it without physical contact.”
Marcy nodded. “I also want to fix it.”
Dayson was confused. What was she talking about? How can she fix anything that already happened?
The best thing was to ask questions and not jump to conclusions.
Dayson leisurely walked to the sofa chair and sat on it before asking, “How will you fix it?”
Marcy took in a shaky breath. His domineering posture turned her on a little.
“Last night… I was not thinking straight. I said some things and I didn’t mean it.”
Dayson smirked as he guessed which way this is going. “You didn’t mean that you will give me a blow job, or you didn’t mean that anal was fine?”
Marcy swallowed down her embarrassment. “I mean… I said that we should at least know that we are on the path of marriage, and we are, so… I’m fine with whatever you want.”
“And what if I want to fuck your pussy?”
Marcy’s eyes widened. His choice of words caught her by surprise. It was direct.
“I’m fine with that.”, she responded.
Dayson felt a mix of rage and excitement.
Marcy left him hanging and if she thought that offending an Alpha comes without a price to pay, she was up to a nasty surprise.
“Good. Undress.”
Two front buttons of her dress came undone, and the dress slid down her body, bunching around her ankles.
Marcy stood in front of Dayson, wearing blue lacy underwear that didn’t leave anything to the imagination.
Dayson’s expression was unreadable as he observed Marcy’s flawless body for a few seconds and then he pointed at her bra and panties. “All of it.”
She didn’t hesitate, fearing that even one second will make one of them change their mind.
Marcy kicked her panties to the side and lifted her gaze. She frowned at the sight of Dayson pointing his phone at her. Is he taking photos or a video?
“What are you doing?”
Dayson smiled wickedly. “Memories of our first time, baby. Turn around. Let me see you.”
Marcy didn’t like that he was holding onto a phone, but she obeyed and slowly turned around, showing him her luscious curves from every angle.
“Come here…”, Dayson instructed while pointing at the low coffee table. “Put your palms on it.”
Marcy realized that he wants her to bend. She hesitated.
“Are we doing this or not? If not, there is a training ground for me to check.”
Marcy gritted her teeth in annoyance and walked to the coffee table before placing her palms on the cold surface.
Dayson stood up and circled around her until he got a good view of her from behind.
“Spread your legs. More… more… good. Perk up that ass…”, Dayson instructed, and Marcy obeyed.
She felt the coldness at the cradle of her thighs, and she couldn’t believe that she got aroused by Dayson bossing her around. There was even some wetness dripping down her leg.
Marcy always thought that she is the domineering one, but Dayson proved her otherwise.
Marcy jolted when she felt his finger gliding between her drenched folds.
“You are flooding, Marcy. You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes.”, she responded breathily.
“Yes, what?”, Dayson asked.
“Yes, I like it.”
She started rocking her hips against his hand, and he pulled his hand away.
“Don’t move.”, he ordered and when she nodded in understanding, he put his hand back there and continued teasing her.
“What do you like, Marcy? Say it.”
Marcy moaned. It was difficult to talk while he was expertly toying with her clit. “I like when you touch my pussy.”
Dayson hummed in approval. “Whose pussy is this?”
She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She was sprawled for him to see and touch and do whatever he wanted, and his domineering attitude with skillful ministrations set her body ablaze.
“Yours.”
“What do you want me to do, Marcy?”
“I want you to…”, Marcy moaned. “Fuck me.”
“How do you want me to fuck you, Marcy? I need details. The more the better.”