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Sexual tension

King Cole’s POV

I stormed into my room, my anger bubbling over.

The confrontation with Greg had pushed me to my limits.

“That little brat,” I growled with rage. Who did he think he was?

My heart pounded with frustration and rage as I slammed the door behind me.

Without a second thought, I let out my werewolf strength and I swung my fist with all my might, smashing it into the wall.

The plaster cracked and splintered, and I felt a brief surge of relief as the pain in my hand mingled with the satisfaction of releasing some of my pent-up anger.

Just because Greg was my brother didn’t mean he had the right to challenge me like that. Did he know what I was capable of? Did he think he could push me around without consequences?

He was testing my patience, and it was only a matter of time before he faced my full wrath. He’d better be careful, or he’d find himself on the receiving end of my steel blade.

Maybe one day I should let him know his place in my life. Maybe one day I should tell him that half breeds didn’t need to have royal seats in my court.

As I paced the room, trying to draw in my fury, I heard the faintest rustle from the balcony. My mistress, Laura, glided into the room, her presence calming the storm within me.

She wore a transparent short nightgown that clung to her curves as her poking nipples and her sensual shape held my eyes.

She approached me with a concerned expression, her eyes searching mine. “What’s the matter my alpha?” she asked softly, her voice soothing despite the turmoil in my heart. “What seems to trouble the great alpha of the land?”

I didn’t need to explain further; she could see the storm in my eyes. “It’s Greg,” I growled, the name coming out like a curse. “He dared to challenge me. My own brother.”

Laura’s eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her composure. “What happened?”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the frustration build once more. “I saw him in the pool house Anna. They were both in their underwear. He must have been laying with that bitch I sent to spy on him.”

Laura’s eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. “That sounds difficult. He’s really pushing you, isn’t he? Are you sure he doesn’t know what to want her for?”

“No, I don’t think he does. My brother is smart but not that smart from what Anna has been telling me.”

Laura took a step closer, her hand gently resting on my arm. “Come here,” she said softly. She guided me to the bed and gestured for me to sit down. Her touch was soothing and it made me excited as I got a bulge in my trouser.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Laura began to massage my shoulders with skilled hands.

The tension in my muscles began to ease, though the anger remained just beneath the surface. “Tell me more about what happened,” she encouraged, her voice calm and reassuring.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.

“Then what do you want to do my king?” She asked with seductive charms.

“You know what I want,” I said as she smiled naughtily to me.

She nodded and stood before me.

“Strip,” I ordered as she slowly took off her clothes. “Turn around.”

She turned with every fiber of my being wanting her.

I got to my feet and crossed to her, my mouth closing in on her nipples. She moaned as I did that before I leaned back.

As much as I wanted to have her for myself, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to do it with her. She wasn’t the right woman for what I intended to do.

“Leave,” I said. “I will need your services tomorrow.”

She was stunned by my request but she bowed and dressed back before leaving.

I looked at my phone and grabbed it as I called another mistress in the palace.

“My alpha,” she said with excitement.

“Come,” I said before cutting the call.

When she finally did, she entered the room with her head bowed, her hands trembling at her sides.

"Kneel," I ordered, and she obeyed without question.

I looked down at her, taking in her soft features and the way she looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire run through me.

"Undress me," I commanded, and Hira quickly obliged, her fingers trembling as she undid the buttons of my shirt.

Once I was naked, I pulled Hira to her feet and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing together.

She tasted sweet, like cherries, and I couldn't get enough.

"Suck my cock," I ordered, and Hira dropped to her knees without question.

She was one of my mistresses I used for my sexual pleasures.

She took my cock in her small hands and began to suck, her lips wrapped tightly around me. I groaned with pleasure as she worked her magic, her tongue swirling around my tip.

I couldn't take it any longer, I needed to be inside her. I pulled out of her mouth, tore her gown away from her and turned her around, bending her over the couch.

"You're mine," I growled, spanking her ass hard enough to make her shudder.

Hira cried out in pain, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I spanked her again and again, leaving red handprints on her soft skin.

I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock inside her tight pussy, making her cry out again. I started to fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her ass.

"You like that, don't you?" I grunted, spanking her again.

"Yes, master," Hira moaned, pushing back against me.

I reached around and began to play with her clit, making her moan even louder. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, and I knew she was close.

I felt her cum as her pussy pulsed around my cock.

I couldn't hold back any longer, I pulled out and came all over her ass, marking my territory.

I fell back on the couch, my legs spread out as she crawled to me while panting as she licked off the remaining cum from my tip.

"Thank you, master," Hira whispered, and I waved her away.

Now that I had gotten that tension off my body. It was time to think straight.

What do I do with Greg now?

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