The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Jace’s POV

“I need you to bath me.” I said, leering at her.

Her eyes popped out of their sockets, and her mouth parted. She stared like a dandelion at me as if I had just spoken a formidable word.

“Now!” I gritted through my teeth.

” But the tub is empty!” She replied, rubbing her fingers at her thighs.

” You have to fill the bath tub yourself, and spreads petals and rose on the water.”

Reluctantly, she took a step back, forcing a lump down her throat.

“How do I fill the bathtub when I’m new in this place?” She asked, rolling her gaze at me.

“That’s what makes you a maid! You should sort it out yourself, in the next thirty minutes. I wants the water warm and filled to the edges of the bathtub.”

She grunted at my words, before walking out of my presence.

I sat at the balcony of my Manor watching how she struggles to lift the jar of water to the bathtub. She moved to and fro for three consecutive time, then she stopped.

“The water us ready!” She said, raising her voice.

I turned, casting her a menacing look. She posed, looking straight into my eyes which aroused my beasts.

“You seems to be confident, but can you withold my thrust?” I said, approaching her.

She took a step back, furrowing her brow.

“Am I ?” She inquired in a sharp tone.

“That you will know when we get to the bathroom!” I said, taking the lead while she hailed after me.

I halted, my eyes perusing the bathtub and the environment. Roses were littered on the linoleum to the top of the bathtub, steam evaporating from the water to the air which made me to let out a faint grunt.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I turned to caught a glimpse of her, while our eyes contact get locked, she quickly look away.

“What are you waiting for?” I inquired, shooting her a murderous glare.

She hurriedly strode to my side, and took off my robes.

I stepped my foot in the bathtub whilst my gaze was locking with her. She shuddered, wide-eyed her as I sank my ass in the tub, and patiently awaits her touch.

” What are you waiting for?”

She walked over to my side, taking her gaze away as her hands almost dipped into the water. I stared patiently at her, trying not to be aggressive to her.

“Look here and bath me.”

Unwaivered, her gaze was fixed elsewhere as she bathes me. I caught her hands in the air as it almost pierced into my eyes.

She turned and panicked upon realizing her mistake. “I’m sor-sorry.” She apologized, her voice laced with a genuine emotions.

I lowered my gaze to her bosom which were clothed in a nude linen, her nipples was visible as it almost popped out of her clothes.

“Wash me gently, and slowly.” I instructed.

She pursed her lips into a thin line, and took a comb scrub, she almost brought it to my skin when I waved my hands in the air.

She stopped, staring at me in conundrum.

“What do you intend to bath me with?” I asked, feigning blindness to the comb scrub in her grasps.

Her gaze narrowed down to get hands, to me, and then elsewhere. ” Comb brush, water_”

“Are you senseless?” I asked, and she shot me a lost gaze.

” Do you intend to harm my skin?”

She shrugged her head in defense. ” No, i-i never meant_”

” You never meant to do what?” I retorted, my gaze observing her plumpy lips. ” That’s a comb scrub in your grasps. Don’t you know that’s too harsh to be use on a delicate skin?”

” Delicate skin?” She repeated, twitching her nose in askance. ” But you just sat in a hot tub without adding cool water to it!” She blurted, ignorant of the consequences of her words.

I smirked, casting a murderous glare at her. ” You know the water was damn hot, yet you allow me to dipped my body in it.”

She gasped, trying to retract her hands from my grasp, but my grips was hardened.

“No-no,” she said in a slur, rolling her eyes.

She stopped, gulping down a non-existing lump, “I’m sorry master. Please forgive me!” She pleaded, with a graver look on her face.

I chuckled softly, but my eyes remained cold and distant. “Of course, I’ll forgive you.” I said, sarcasm evident in my tone.

“But you’ll have to work for my forgiveness!” I said, breaking the back of the camel.

She stared at me warily with a puzzled look, perhaps expecting a breakdown of my words.

“What should I do? What work?” She inquired in whisper.

” You have to wash over my body with your tongue.”

She choked at my words, and furrowed her brows.

“My tongue?” She stuttered. ” What if I don’t want to use my tongue?” She asked in a displeased tone.

“I’ll scrape off the hair on your hair, and dipped your feet In the furnace just as you’ve caused me to dipped my feet into hot water.”

Panick and queasy etched at her face as she darted her gaze around. I know every woman’s beauty was their hair. Scraping hair off a she-wolf in our pack signify that she’s a traitor, and a cursed whore who would lead her spouse to death!

After staying quiet for a longer period, her voice cut through the silence. “I’ll wash you with my tongue. But, wouldn’t my saliva irritates you?” She arched her eyebrows in askance. ” I mean, my breath stench badly.” She added to her words.

I was quiet staring at her in a cold state. She possessed a dulcet tone.

“Master, you aren’t saying_”

“You talk too much!” I Interrupted her speech.

“I was just trying_”

“Stop talking and get to work!” I gnarled, and I saw displease etching at her face.

She squeezed her face and attempted to stand up. She leaned in a bit closer to me, her breath fanning against my nape which made my length to jerk and hardened.

I was expecting her wet tongue at my skin but felt nothing.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

” I don’t know how or where to start from.” She said with a tinge of emotions in her voice.