The Alpha's Temptation

Petra thought that the king was getting excited when he growled. She knew it! She knew that he would fall for her charms. There wasn’t a man in this world who didn’t succumb to s****l favors like this. Moreover, she was so beautiful and experienced in such kinds of things that even a mighty king like Eltanin was enthralled by her. She was sure that after this, not only would Eltanin forget about the stupid girl they had been questioning her about, but she wouldn’t allow Eri to come next to him now. After all, Eri was her main contender. Petra had full intentions of taking advantage of the situation and then milking it for the future. Thinking this she started stroking him gently over his pants. Right now, she was focussing on getting him erect.

WIth his eyes closed, all he was thinking was what was her name? He remembered scribbling ‘T’ on the notes. Did that mean that her name started with ‘T’? His thoughts went to the events of the previous night. He followed her into the corridor, but when he arrived, she had disappeared behind a door. Furious, he had checked every room until he found her. He grabbed her waist, pulled her inside, and then bolted the door shut. With the last bit of energy left inside him, he dragged her to the bed and asked, “What is your name?”

All at once, a whimper sounded; a scent of arousal wafted.

He opened his eyes with a jerk and saw Petra in front of him. She was stroking him, but he wasn’t erect. Her mouth was moving to his c**k. Ugh! The sight was so pathetic that he shoved her face away, covering himself up.

Petra fell back on her rear as her eyes widened with shock. Cold sweat broke on her forehead and panic blasted inside her chest. She was scared that he was mad that she could not arouse him. That he might tell her to leave or throw her in the dungeons. “I— I am sorry!” In all her life, this was the first time she had failed to arouse a man. And Eltanin was one person who loved the presence of women around him. There was a rumor that the King was a priapic. So what happened? Ever since she had grown into adulthood, she had honed her skills to trap men sexually. And she was using everything she had in her armor on Eltanin. But—

“Who were you with, in the ball last night?” he asked, his expression menacing as he leaned over her.

She swallowed hard. “Last night?” She acted confused, a crease forming on her forehead. “I was with many people.”

Eltanin shot at her like an asp. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. “Did Fafnir talk to you?”

“He did!” she cried, a sharp pain shooting across her scalp. “I don’t know who you are all talking about!”

“The girl with the white gown and golden dust on her face!”

She closed her eyes as he pulled her hair harder. “Ah! You are hurting me! I don’t remember!”

Fear pulsed heavily. She couldn’t believe that she had come here to get into the same grind. Fafnir had questioned her: They wanted to know the girl’s name. When the General inquired about her, it was obvious that something very important had occurred. But now even Eltanin was asking about her. Now Petra was frightened.

Had the girl been found murdered? Or was she a spy? In either case, she was going to get trapped in the case even before she knew. She had come to satisfy Eltanin, give him s****l pleasures and make him forget it. _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Feigning ignorance, she put blame on the drink and claimed not to remember. “I had had too many drinks. I don’t remember who was with me,” she cried. Petra realized that if Eltanin, too, was asking about Tania, then this was something beyond her station. So, once more, Petra did what she thought was the best. “I really don’t know who you are talking about!” she cried. “I was with many people yesterday!”

Eltanin knew what a tough nut the woman was. She was a princess and taught the same lessons in plans and schemes as him. But he wasn’t going to let her go. “Tell me what you know about that girl, and I will let you go.” He snarled, his lips baring his fangs. His eyes flickered a silver shade.

Sweat lined her brows. “Which girl?” she asked, trembling in his grip.

Eltanin growled again. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Petra. Don’t you f*****g test my patience!” He looked murderous.

Petra gulped audibly. She held his hands with her quivering ones, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “I don’t know who she was,” she said hoarsely. When he grunted, she spilled immediately, “All she wanted was Rigel, but that’s all I know. I promise!”

She remembered how Eltanin had been staring at Tania all that time. Jealous as hell, she had to mislead him. “You see she wanted to bed Rigel and said that she had come to be his concubine.” Petra was sure that if she ever found that bitch again, she would have her buried so deep, even the worms wouldn’t find her.

Eltanin jerked her head away from him with disgust. “What was her name?” he growled.

“I don’t know. I don’t know!”

Not able to tolerate her presence, he shouted. “Get out of here! And don’t come back!” He released his aura. Terrified, she winced and froze.

Petra knew she had to get out of here. She would seduce him the next time. She had to leave the next morning, because her father had summoned her. Her elder sister, Tarazed was due to be engaged. Instead of helping her, she was more focussed on how to seduce Eltanin.

It took time for Eltanin to settle down, and when he retracted his aura, Petra was drenched with a fearful sweat. She stumbled back and then crawled away with tears. Somehow, she got to her feet, her knees wobbly, and ran away with her shawl in hand.