Claim the Wolf King_The Wickedest Witch Prequel

by Meg Xuemei X

  Something dark flashed in Marrok’s eyes. He knew what a blood vow meant. He would have to kill Fia to take me from her. For a fleeting second, he was considering it.

  But it was different for Fia and me. She was a witch. Her words were magic. We had no need to go through the ritual to break our blood bond.

  “I thought she absolved you,” Marrok said.

  “She did as you requested,” I said. My future queen knew how much she needed me, yet she had let me go. “Fia refused to let me take the blood vow even in Lithuaria Empire. Unlike other kings and queens, she wanted me to have a choice. But after they sent her away, I took the vow, using her blood sample sealed in the royal vault. Blood vow or not, I’ll never abandon her, not even for you. Not until I see her safely back home.”

  “And then you’ll be mine?”

  “Completely,” I said. “But while on Pandemonium, I’ll give my life for her in order to get her home.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” Marrok said, “because I’ll keep you safe, even if it means I’ll have to keep the Wickedest Witch safe. However, my stubborn, loyal, lovely mate, you’ll have to face the reality. There’s no going home. As I said, if there’s the slimmest chance to get you out of here, I’d sell my soul and every piece of me to do it.”

  “Fia will get us home,” I said. “She’s the only one who didn’t fall to Pandemonium. She came through the portal in Akem’s jungle.”

  Marrok’s eyes glistened. “Is that why she goes to the jungle almost every day?”

  The wolf clan had always collected intel, even though they believed there was no hope to leave this doomed planet.

  And I had told Marrok my future queen’s origin and her purpose here.

  “You’ll never share this with anyone else.”

  “You want me to swear a blood oath?” he asked.

  “No,” I said. “But if you betray her, you’ll doom your mate.”

  “I’d rather blind myself than hurt you,” Marrok said. “I’ll keep her safe for you until the day you’re mine completely. I’ve never broken a promise.”

  But Marrok thought the day for me to be his completely would never come. He didn’t believe for a second we’d have a chance of leaving here. There had been thousands of tries of escaping this hell, but none had succeeded. Those who had attempted had either died trying or gone mad and then died.

  Fia had been on it for three years, and every time she returned to the Witch Tower with a haunting look that broke my heart.

  Marrok didn’t want to spell out the details and facts because he didn’t want to cause me undue distress.

  “Princess Athena is our only hope to get out of Pandemonium,” I said. “The First Seer can’t be wrong. All we need to do is to wait for that one fallen ship that carries an Angel with black wings.”

  “Is that why you’ve never missed scouting one fallen ship in the arena, no matter how dangerous it was?” Marrok asked. At my inquiring look, he added, “Antonio told me.”

  “The Fallen Angel will aid her,” I said. The Angel would make Fia right.

  I’d been waiting for that black-winged Angel, but instead, I got an assassin she-demon. Fia had no idea she had to wait for her destiny to come before we could make it home. What if the Angel never fell? What if Fia, Marrok, and I died on this pit in space?

  No, I couldn’t think like that. If I did, I would break. I had to believe the prophecy would come to pass. I had to get Fia out of here. I had to get us out of here. And I needed Marrok to have hope. But how could I make him believe when my own faith was fading further every second?

  “She’ll make it,” I wept. “We’ll make it.”

  “Shush.” Marrok kissed my tears away. “I’ll help you, my sweet thorn. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone again. From now on, whatever you do, we’ll do it together.”

  I’d always had to be strong for Fia and I, and now I’d found someone who could be my unbreakable anchor. I had found Marrok while Fia had no one. No, she still had me in her corner, though I no longer completely belonged to her.

  I kissed Marrok as hard and fierce as he’d kissed me.

  Marrok undressed me.

  He cupped my breast with his large, powerful hand, squeezing it, his thumb and forefinger kneading my taut nipple. I gasped at the electrifying pleasure and his desperate need of me.

  I ground on his erection, and a beastly sound, raw and hungry and ferocious, tore from his throat, which awoke something primal in me.

  His cock grew even larger beneath me.

  I broke the kiss. “I need your cock inside me. Now.”

  He lowered me beneath him. In an instant, he shoved off his trousers and stood naked, his dick jerking forward above my face.

  I licked my lips as I tried not to focus on his cock but to appreciate his other merits—his broad shoulders, smooth, muscled chest, and powerful legs. He was so well proportioned, his largeness was hardly noticeable.

  His scent smelled like home.

  He was mine.

  I leaned up and took his cock into my mouth.

  Marrok inhaled sharply and grabbed my hair in his hands.

  My lips glided down the length of his cock, its hard head jutting against the back of my throat. I pulled back and repeated the movement, my tongue sweeping and flicking along his length. My teeth grazed over the ring of his crown.

  He bucked his hips, grunting and cursing as I lavished my mouth on him.

  Stars, he was getting me even more riled up.

  His hands left my hair and he grabbed hold of my breasts, palming and fondling their heavy weight.

  I gave him one last lick along his cum slit, and he rolled his eyes to the back. I could feel his pleasure and pent-up hunger rocking through me.

  I had never experienced such pleasure from any other man before. Was it because Marrok was my mate by every right and by universe?

  And again, I couldn’t remember the face of any man I’d been with. Marrok had been right when he’d promised he would erase my sexual history and replace it only with him. One mating with the wolf king, and my memories were filled with him and only him.

  It was as if my former lovers had never existed.

  What about his memories?

  He’d had a lot of women. Would he enlist me as one of them? Could I replace them?

  I shouldn’t be petty, but jealousy pounded my chest and dented it.

  “How many women have you brought to this bed?” I hissed.

  “None,” he said.

  As an Empath, I sensed no lies from him. But it was impossible that he hadn’t shared a bed with a woman. What kind of lie was that that even I couldn’t detect it?

  “Not here,” he said. “Somewhere else. My bed has always been reserved for my mate, even when I believed I’d never meet her—you. Whoever shared my bed would be my future queen. I’m glad I’ve waited.” He pinched my nipple.

  The tightness in my stomach eased.

  Marrok grinned. “You’re cute when you’re jealous and furious.”

  I did not like being in a jealous rage. It was one of the worst feelings in the world.

  “You fought for me today,” he said with a sexy smirk.

  “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

  “Oh, you did,” he said. “You’re all about choices. No one can make you do things you don’t want to do. You fought for me. But I thought you’d never fight for your man.”

  “How could you think so little of me?” I scolded him.

  I’d always fought for Fia, and now I would fight for my mate to the teeth and claws.

  “You didn’t let me court you properly,” he complained. “You said you had no time for bullshit.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t know your feelings were so easily injured.”

  “You have no idea, my sweet thorn,” he said.

  That was ridiculous. How could a thorn be sweet? But Marrok had flattened me and pressed his body on me. He was losing patience. The wolf no longer wan
ted to talk. I could sense his ravenous lust. He’d delayed his desperate need to enter me for too long.

  I let out a happy sigh as I enjoyed his weight on me.

  The wolf king crashed his mouth onto mine, setting my body ablaze with his ferocious kiss.

  I wanted more. Marrok’s lips were like wild blazes tracing down my neck, my breasts, my belly, and all the way down to the flesh between my thighs. He kissed my pussy gently, but only for a second or two, before swallowing it and sucking it hard.

  Marrok was both a man and a wolf, and now he was letting his wolf take control.

  As Marrok curled his tongue into my hot sheath, I moaned his name in desire.

  He kept thrusting his tongue into my tightness, his thumb brushing my clit back and forth, slowly at first, then quickening. My thighs jerked as a lightning bolt of intense pleasure shot through me. I threw my head back and cried out with my climax.

  Marrok’s tongue didn’t stop thrusting until my orgasm gradually faded.

  Even then, he wouldn’t let go of me. He pounced onto my body, and I expected him to enter me with sweet force. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me. Instead of penetrating me, he moved his powerful body up and down, rubbing me with his scent. His silky, rock-hard cock glided up and down my slit, pressing and teasing my slick mound and brushing my clit.

  I whimpered from the unbearably erotic sensation.

  His wolf made me horny beyond measure. But he still hadn’t entered me.

  Was this his new idea of torturing me?

  “Please, Marrok,” I pleaded.

  “Please what, mate?” he asked hoarsely.

  “I need you to fuck me now.”

  He chuckled. “If you behave, I’ll fuck you for a lifetime.”

  I vowed to torture him next time, but right now, the ache inside me demanded he fill me.

  With a wicked grin, Marrok pulled me to him, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and thrust into me with the force I had craved.

  There wasn’t any resistance on my side, I was slick and wet and ready for him. But he was still a bit too big for me as he entered me from that angle. I whimpered, and Marrok stilled.

  “Did I hurt you, love?” he asked, ready to pull out, though it was killing him to do so.

  I shook my head and let my inner walls squeeze him hard to discourage him from retreating.

  He waited for me to adjust to his size, his hand circling around my swollen clit, his other hand kneading my heavy breast.

  Pleasure rendered me senseless, and I offered myself completely to him.

  His cock glided in and out of my hot channel, slowly and smoothly. Every slide of his cock sent a jolt of pleasure to my nerves.

  The heaviness and hardness of his cock in me was blissful. As the pressure kept building in me at my mate’s relentless, skillful strokes, I felt the approaching orgasm again.

  Stars! How many orgasms was Marrok going to give me?

  “As many as you can take, my female,” Marrok said huskily.

  His eyes were dark stars full of lusty storms. As ecstasy twisted his face, I could almost see his wolf there. It purred and groaned in ardor, which made my blood rush faster with heightened desire. I was going to erupt again.

  Marrok pulled out a little and thrust deeper into me, every move measured. He wanted to savor me and take his time with me for the whole night. He didn’t intend to go too fast to lose control. But I wanted him to lose it. I liked to mess him up.

  And then I realized why he was restraining himself.

  “You’ll come inside me, Marrok,” I demanded.

  He sent me a chiding and indulgent look as he thrust in me in a steady, powerful rhythm. “Kaara, you aren’t thinking. I promised to protect you, which also includes protecting you from your impulsion. I want to come inside you more than anything, but—”

  “You’re afraid of impregnating me.”

  “If we’re on a safer planet, I’ll be honored to have you bear my youngling. Even though we have only months in Pandemonium, you’ll have a hell of life if you conceive a child. I don’t want that for you. I want you to have as many good days as I can provide.”

  He would help me keep Fia alive and do whatever I request to make me happy, but he still didn’t believe that we could escape this inferno.

  I showed him the strange runes on the silver bracelet. “Lady Fiammetta infused her magic into this device so I won’t conceive if I don’t wish to. Now, fuck me the way I want!”

  “What if it doesn’t work?” he asked as he stroked his cock into me at a controlled pace.

  “Princess Athena Faya is one of the most powerful witches in the universe,” I hissed. “If she says it works, then it works!”

  “It that why they dropped her on this godforsaken place? They fear her because she’s too powerful, and they know she can never return once she’s stuck in Pandemonium?”

  I tried to say something, but the First Seer’s magic bound my tongue like a piercing, burning ring. All I could utter was: “She’ll go home, as will we.”

  Marrok shook his head and bent down to kiss me as if there was no tomorrow.

  When his lips parted from me, he asked roughly, “So, I can fuck you however I want?”

  “Bring it on, wolf,” I growled. “Let’s see what you have.”

  He glowered back.

  It seemed all I needed to do to get Marrok worked up was challenge his wolf.

  His sapphire eyes brightened with delight and darkened with desire, and Marrok spread my legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. He pounded so hard into me, for a moment, I wondered if it had been wise to taunt the beast in him.

  Marrok pulled out of me and turned me over. He lifted my hips and drove into me with a powerful thrust from behind.

  With my ass in the air, he was in total control and I was at his mercy.

  Marrok showed no mercy this time, because he’d just unleashed his lust.

  He slammed into me wildly. The wolf alpha was more than comfortable with complete domination.

  When he’d first fucked me, he’d been testing me, to ensure I could take whatever he threw at me. And there had been the inhibition of not being able to come inside me.

  Now, he had none of those worries.

  His pounding grew faster and harder, and he was taking joy of fucking me this way.

  I had thought him savage. Only now I realized I hadn’t known what savage really meant.

  I was taken aback by his unbridled thrusts. A second later, I adapted to his speed and vigor. As I caught up, I truly understood the concept of mating. It was mesmerizing and liberating.

  Flesh slammed into flesh, and my vision blurred at the force and the assault of intense, overlapped pleasure.

  There were moments I feared I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore; I’d never fucked like this. I doubted I could match up to Marrok. He was both a wild wolf and a powerful warrior, and I was merely Kaara.

  No, I could be something more.

  My strength grew. My neglected muscles were activated in an instant and they liked the feel of being so alive. When Marrok brought on the next wave, I rode to the peak and mewled.

  He’d known I could take it and called for my best. As my mate, he’d known a deeper part of me I’d never explored.

  Pluck the stars for me, wolf, I called, challenging back. You think you can do that for me?

  Marrok thrust to the hilt, deep into my core.

  His eyes were dark and hooded as I looked at him over my shoulder, and he rammed into me relentlessly, in a rapid, wild rhythm, his muscles rippling with every powerful stroke.

  He had turned me into his instrument because I’d offered him my surrender.

  My ass hung in the air, my feet dangling, I had no anchor.

  I had no means of using the muscles on my legs and hips to move along his hard length as I very much wanted, but I was no distressed damsel either.

  He would learn that too, and soon, though I had nearly whimpered at such an intensely,
mind-blowing fuck.

  I’ll only fuck my mate this way, he said, his lust-charged voice slurring in my mind. Only my mate can make my wolf hunger like this.

  Marrok had become a storm of lust in the flesh.

  I squeezed my inner walls as he pulled out for a quick, long thrust. He gasped at the pressure and pleasure—and the hint of pain that came with it. When he pushed further, I chased his moves, clutching his length, one inch after another.

  When my depth milked his shaft hard and violently, Marrok stilled, stunned.

  It was like playing a piano. Only it was my female parts playing it, moving from one note to another and shifting in tempos for higher pitches.

  The wolf was accustomed to blunt force, but I deployed intelligence in sex as one would in war.

  He gazed down at me, adoring light glinting in his eyes.

  Then I played backwards and let all of the notes burst and join the symphony.

  A beastly sound rumbled from the depth of Marrok’s chest. The wolf in him howled.

  As I turned my head to peek at him over my shoulder again, Marrok’s face was beastlike, twisted by raw lust. Indeed, it wasn’t just a man there. The wolf had joined the game a while ago and now didn’t hesitate to show himself.

  I wasn’t afraid. I was aroused beyond the stars.

  “My mate’s lovely pussy!” Marrok growled and thrust back into me with abandonment, his hands heavy on my hips. “Mine! Forever mine!”

  His cock was harder than granite.

  “I’m coming, mate!” he shouted. “You drive me mad like no other. You make me unleash my wolf completely. Now I can’t control it.”

  As if that was my fault.

  But I knew his beast would never harm me. It was his wolf who had recognized me as his mate first.

  “It wants to fuck you into eternity,” Marrok said. “We’ll never let you go. We’ll give you everything. But we’ll fuck you to our liking first.”

  I panted as the pleasure rocketed higher to where I had a hard time to reach. Then Marrok’s deep, powerful satisfaction ripped through my empathic link.

  Too much. Yet I wanted more. I was insatiable with my mate.