The Crown's Obsession

Chapter 246 Wolf in the bed- Part 3

246 Wolf in the bed- Part 3

It seemed like it was not just her blood anymore that Calhoun wanted to take from her.

"Come with me, sweet," said Calhoun to her, coaxing her by walking towards the bed. She had dug her grave too deep today that it didn't look like she would be able to get away from it. At the same time, Madeline felt her skin turning alive. Even the smallest wind that passed through the window made her stomach turn.

"W-what are you going to do?" asked Madeline, her feet moving slow and steady so that she wouldn't fall as she felt her knees turn weak.

"To answer the question that you asked Lucy, in a much more practical and demonstrative way," came Calhoun's direct words.

Madeline's mouth turned dry, and for a moment, she stopped walking. The feelings that she was feeling in her body had only turned worse. Calhoun had a way with his words, and he knew the effect it had on her, which was why he made use of it.

Calhoun's very presence in the room was daunting yet alluring. She saw him stretch his hand for her to take. Gulping, she slowly placed her hand in his that was lightly shaking. The little contact gave out a small relief but the thought of Calhoun 'helping' her, she couldn't break her eyes away from him.

Calhoun tugged her hand for her to quickly walk towards him, "How shall we go with it, my Queen?" he asked her, "Would you like to try what your new friend Lucy has said or would you want me to help you with it?"

"This is embarrassing!" Madeline turned anxious.

"And who do we have here to blame today?" he turned his head to the side in question, staring at her intensely. Madeline was lucky right now that he hadn't dragged her to the bed and pinned her down for the stunts she had pulled this evening. "You have nothing to be self-conscious about. Instead of waiting, we are going to do it bit by bit so that you don't faint during the night of our wedding. I do not look forward to you fainting in my arms," he said, his eyes narrowing at her.

Madeline could agree on that. The chances of her fainting would be high. But she was still nervous! What was she supposed to do?! What Lady Lucy had said was embarrassing enough. Madeline was only thankful that the vampiress had been kind enough to advise her and not laugh at her question on how to relieve the tension that she had been feeling that was tormenting her sexually.

Seeing him wait for an answer, Madeline opened her lips only to close them. "Neither?" she tried her luck for him to roll his eyes at her.

Her heart started to beat loudly again, and she saw Calhoun bend down to unbuckle both her shoes. There was something about the scene in front her that was more endearing than anything she had seen from Calhoun before. Like he was taking care of her.

Once both her shoes dropped on the ground, she saw Calhoun take off his boots before putting his hands on the surface of the bed to climb with her. Madeline sat there with bated breath. She was too nervous to move even an inch from where she was seated. His face was right in front of her, looking at her as if he was staring into her soul.

Calhoun then pulled away from her, taking the side to seat himself, and he said, "Don't forget I offered to help, and it was you who didn't pick the options." Well, she had tried to refuse both the things but Calhoun was not pleased with her answer, thought Madeline to herself, "Let me see you put the advice in action that was given to you."

Madeline's face instantly heated up.

Calhoun took a comfortable position to sit so that he could watch her. Madeline wondered if she would faint today instead of the wedding night, "The King doesn't like to wait."

Then he could leave and go to his room! Madeline bit her tongue. Calhoun was a stubborn man, and she knew he wasn't going to leave the room until he got what he wanted.

"I-I don't know what to do," said Madeline to see him twist his lips.

"Go with the flow," Calhoun shrugged his shoulders, "Don't mind my presence." Madeline could tell Calhoun was enjoying her current predicament.

Calhoun tried to keep his hands still and to himself, anticipating what and how Madeline would try to relieve herself. She had asked Lucy in such a earnest tone, Calhoun was not willing to let go of this chance. His red eyes barely left Madeline.

"Lean against the headboard and the pillows," Calhoun directed her as she appeared lost. He was more than happy to show her the way. Madeline did as he suggested. She took herself to lean against the pillow where both of them could see each other.

Seconds felt like hours under the gaze of Calhoun. Madeline had to remind herself that it was alright because they were going to get married. And there were only a few days left for it. It was an inevitable thing, them sharing a bed. Right now, Calhoun was giving her the time to get comfortable around him, taking one step at a time.

With her face and neck flushed red, she moved her hands from the sides to move between her legs. For some odd reason, the flames in the room that were earlier dim turned bigger, brightening the room. Calhoun didn't react as his face looked composed, but his eyes had darkened. Madeline had never tried to please herself before because she never had the need to do it in the past. But Calhoun had been playing the game of cat and mouse, pawing her with his claws and heightening the feelings in her with every opportunity he got.

At first, she didn't feel anything, but she remembered the time outside the chapel, of how Calhoun's knee had moved to press between her legs. She pressed her hands between her legs, moving it back and forth. Instead of feeling relieved, Madeline only felt far more aroused with Calhoun who was watching her. Her cheeks had turned warm because of the heat, and her breath shallow. The more she pressed her hand over her clothes, her legs slightly raised from the bed, her delicate toes supporting the weight and emotions.

Even though it was awkward, it felt good. Like a skin that needed to be scratched to feel the relief, but this was much better than that.

Seeing Madeline trying to please herself, Calhoun's eyes darkened even more. He could feel his slacks tighten as his manhood harden at the sight of Madeline shedding her shyness in front of him.

Calhoun had been with many women in the past, but no one had enticed and enraptured him the way Madeline did. Her eyes that were wide had turned small, her lips parted, and her back arched as she continued to rub her hand between her legs. He could hear her little heart beating loud in her chest.

He gritted his teeth. Calhoun saw the beautiful girl in front of him trying to reach her peak of pleasure. But before she could, his hand moved to encircle around her ankle. He said,

"Stop."

"What?" Madeline who had been apprehensive earlier looked confused now on why he was stopping her. She had felt the desire build in her body, as if it was elevating until Calhoun stopped her.

Calhoun wanted to tease her. As much as pleasing it was to see her like this, it appeared as if he was punishing himself through her. He noticed the turmoil on Madeline's face. Her eyes were anxious.

"You have done well, but it will feel better underneath the clothes," came Calhoun's deep voice as his thumb ran across her skin near her ankle, "Let me take care of that."

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