Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Verity:

I bit my bottom lip, and that was when he closed his eyes before looking at me.

"What?" he snapped, sounding almost offended that I had noticed something.

"I didn’t say anything," I replied innocently, lowering my gaze.

It landed on his chest because where else was I supposed to look?

His breathing was getting louder.

At the same time, the bulge beneath his shorts grew more pronounced.

For a second, I wondered, How much harder is he going to get?

The way his cock swelled beneath the fabric and pressed against my thigh completely stunned me.

It was so big that I bit my tongue again, closed my eyes, and trembled.

"What?" he demanded again.

I didn’t understand why he kept asking.

Why couldn’t he just let me be embarrassed and blush in peace?

Why did he have to try so hard to pretend nothing was happening?

"Nothing," I murmured, lying again.

This time, I turned my face toward his chest.

As I did, my breath hitched, and the rise and fall of my chest made my breasts brush against him.

I felt his cock twitch.

I gasped and looked up at him, my fingers still clutching the collar of his shirt.

"What?" he pressed once more.

This time, I was so done with him.

"You’re getting hard in your pants. That’s what."

The moment I said it, he looked at me and immediately shifted, trying to pull his arm free.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

It came out completely wrong, sounding like I had cried out in pleasure.

"Was that Miss Verity?"

The instant Lady Lucille spoke, Ragnar clamped his hand over my mouth.

He froze, pressing himself even more tightly against me to cover my breasts.

As our bodies shifted, his cock rubbed firmly against me.

Our positions had changed, leaving his crotch pressed hard against mine.

His cock settled between my pussy lips, the heat of our bodies seeping through every point of contact.

That was when I realized my robe must have fallen open at the bottom too, allowing my leg to slip free and wrap around his waist.

"Stop moaning," he complained, making me clutch his shirt even tighter.

"I wasn’t moaning. I was complaining," I mumbled, biting my bottom lip and feeling so small in his arms.

Now that we had both started breathing again, and because we were pressed so close together, our breaths became ragged.

Before long, they fell into sync.

Every time he inhaled and exhaled, his cock pressed harder against my pussy.

It was as though my pussy had suddenly become unbearably needy because a strange sensation began to build between my legs.

I sucked in a deep breath, then slowly let it out, making our bodies grind against each other once more.

"Okay, we can’t stay like this. It’s inappropriate," Alpha King Ragnar whispered at last, his voice much more composed this time.

I mean, if we stayed like that any longer, he’ll fucking coming all over me through his shorts.

I answered with a tiny nod, as gently as I could.

At this point, even I started to think the pain might fade with time.

I could move my head now, so maybe it wasn’t as serious as I’d feared.

"I need to check your back," he said quietly after a long pause. "If your spine is injured, you’re right, we shouldn’t move you. But if it’s only the muscles around it that have locked up, I might be able to help."

I looked at him uncertainly.

Then again, he was the Alpha King. If he sounded that confident, he probably knew what he was talking about.

"Can you feel it?"

I didn’t catch the rest of his words because my attention drifted to the voices outside.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Bundy’s voice echoed from somewhere beyond the room.

She sounded like she was getting closer.

"No, I heard something," Lady Lucille replied.

"I’m not sure If I heard anything. I was outside getting you a fresh glass of juice," Mrs. Bundy answered.

"I’m asking you something."

Alpha King Ragnar gently snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling my attention back to him.

I bit my bottom lip, wondering why he was asking me that question.

Then, very shyly, I answered, "Yes—-I can feel it against my thigh—-" My voice trailed off when I noticed his frown deepen.

He stared at me for a second before sighing.

"I asked if you can feel your legs," he clarified.

The realization hit me like a brick.

Heat rushed to my face.

Oh my Goddess.

What the hell had I just answered?

Now he was going to think I was talking about— that.

I drew in a slow breath before giving him another tiny nod.

"Yes," I replied in a barely audible voice.

"Your feet?" he prompted.

Taking a careful breath, I wiggled my toes as much as I could.

"Good," he replied, and some of the worry in his expression eased. "That makes me think your spine is all right, but I don’t want to take any chances."

Thankfully, he was actually showing concern.

He wasn’t the emotionally detached Alpha King who would have ignored my pain just to get himself out of this awkward situation.

"So— what now?" I whispered, my voice naturally soft.

I wasn’t trying to sound shy. I simply couldn’t help it.

"Now I’m going to move my hand around your back, okay? Brace yourself," he said softly.

Even then, his voice sounded like thunder in my ears.

I wasn’t used to Alpha King Ragnar’s kindness or his care.

My skin kept breaking out in goosebumps.

Without another word, he carefully shifted his weight over me and placed his free hand on my waist.

Thankfully, my robe still covered that part.

He gently lifted my waist, making my leg wrap even more tightly around his.

"Tell me the moment it hurts more," he murmured.

I gave him the slightest nod.

His fingers gently traced the muscles alongside my spine, never pressing directly on it.

He worked slowly, feeling for the areas where the muscles had tightened.

The sensation of his fingers moving along my back made my pussy clench so hard.

"Ow–"

The sound came out as a soft moan mixed with a complaint, and I flinched.

His fingers paused.

At the same time, his cock twitched beneath his shorts.

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