Chapter 39: Does It Really Matter Anymore?

When I get her settled, I return to the door to talk with the security guards again and notice that there are only two of them who stayed. Looking back and forth between them, I ask, “Where did everyone else go?”

They stare at each other and shrug before answering one at a time, “I don’t know. I was watching the door and then they just walked off in a large group after they received a phone call.” Then Beta Timothy chimes in with, “Like he said, but I heard one of them say, “Well, he just called and said we can leave for the rest of the night.”

Concerned by this, I wonder who they were referring to. I should be the only one they are taking orders from. So, unless they are working for someone else, they must have thought that I called them. How could that be?

Clearing my throat, I glance around the surrounding area before stating, “That sounds like trouble, make sure that you let no one pass. Is that clear?”

They both nod and then I furrow my brow before returning to the bedroom and locking the door behind me. Trying to wrap my brain around this puzzling fact, I think about who would be doing this and how they duplicated my voice so easily? When I turn around, I see Arabella sitting on the edge of the bed and she gestures for me to come to her before she says, “Come here Julian, please.”

Forgetting about the whole mess for a bit, I walk over to her and oblige her for the moment. After all, I am just glad that she isn’t scared of me like I thought she would be. So, I sit down next to her and cup her chin before raising it to look into her eyes. Seeing what I have been longing for, I lean down to kiss her softly and feel the warmth emanating from her lips. She feels so good against me, that I can’t stop there and continue to touch her silky skin more and more.

When my fingers reach her breasts, I find her nipple and rub the hard puckered skin through the shirt. She beckons me to continue, and I oblige her by slipping my hand down and under her shirt to take her over abundant breasts in both of my hands. Pleasantly surprised that there is no bra to hinder my progress, I cup them and then fondle her nipples while she opens her mouth, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

Devouring her mouth again, I feel her breath on my tongue before she moans again inside me. It makes my erection harden and swell till it becomes increasingly uncomfortable in my pants. Stretching against my zipper, the pain is almost too much until I feel her hands wander down to the zipper and she releases him.

The minute I feel her very capable hands stroke my member softly at first and then she grabs a firm hold while stroking increasingly faster, I break the kiss. Letting out a moan from deep down in my throat, I pinch her nipples with my forefinger and thumb, before pulling off her shirt in one fluid movement. Instantaneously my eyes lower to her breasts before I lean down and take a puckered pink nipple into my mouth and suck on it for several minutes.

She throws her head back and cries out, “Julian.” Before she regains her composure and returns her gaze to mine. Her hands continue their assault on my cock and balls the whole time she is enjoying my advances. Feeling pressure mounting in my loins, I can’t take it anymore, so I lower her down before slipping off her pants and settling between her legs.

The only thing I had forgot to think of, was the fact that when she released her hands on my balls, they started to pulse uncontrollably. The constant pressure of the swelling is making me want to thrust inside of her right at this moment. The thing is, I don’t know if we even can. I had forgot to ask the doctor about that with everything else going on.

Shaking my head, I sigh and then position my head between her legs after leaning moving down further. Right as I am about to take her nub in my mouth and I feel her fingers run through my hair, I hear a loud knock at the door and immediately regret the two security guards are stationed outside the door. They have probably heard the screaming and moaning and are wondering if we are being killed in here.

Sighing, I stop and stand up before placing a blanket on Arabella and then turning to the door. I almost forget the fact that my pants are unzipped and then the minute I touch the door handle, Arabella cries out, “Don’t forget your zipper is down.”

Silently thanking her, I sigh again and zip it up difficulty after pushing him inside and rearranging him. In the meantime, the knocking begins again, and it starts to drive me crazy. Feeling completely irritated, I open the door to find someone I don’t know staring at me with his claws aimed at my gut.

Feeling disorientated, I look between the man in front of me and the two guards being held by two other men outside the door. He opens his mouth to speak and then says quiet clearly, “Don’t move.”

Of course, I don’t listen because I know full well that the minute, they get their hands on either one of us we are dead. So, I quickly back up and slam the door shut before locking it and running to Arabella. I scoop her up and rush to the hidden door that we had installed in the room a few weeks ago. After opening it and shutting it behind me, I secure it with a steel bar and then rush down the stairs with her to the basement.

Hoping that the security guards aren’t going to be killed, I waste no time in getting out of the castle and carrying her to the car that I had placed here at the same time. I knew something would happen and we would need a getaway car, before escaping. The minute I get inside, I lock the doors and start the engine.

The purring is a comforting sound as I drive off to the cabin in the woods where no one will find us. The whole time I am driving, Arabella is quietly staring at the window. I think she is scared to death and who can blame her. If someone was coming after me with everything they have and I was a human, I would be scared too. But I am not luckily enough, for I am the King.