Chapter 165

Meadow’s POV

Yes. A goddamn throne. I couldn’t call it a chair because that wasn’t what it was. It was big and black and… beautiful, with purple highlights that accentuated the head. All the breath escaped my lungs. 

“Alaric…” I was too speechless to finish my sentence.

“Would you like to sit on it?” he asked. I nearly jumped. I hadn’t even realized when he stepped behind me. I started to turn around to face him but he stopped me, squeezing my waist and preventing me from looking at him.

Alaric wrapped my hair around his hand twice and yanked it to the side. He was a bit rough with it, but it caused more wetness to gather between my thighs. “Don’t look at me,” he instructed, leaning in to slide his tongue along the length of my neck. “Answer the question,” he finished as his hand cupped my covered breasts from behind.

I leaned back against him and a moan slipped out. “I don’t….” I stuttered. “I don’t know.”

It seemed so… maje