The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch
Chapter 40: Your Body Betrays You, Morgana

Chapter 40: Your Body Betrays You, Morgana

Kaelen watched, his pale eyes sharp and hungry.

She pulled the laces free, one by one, her face burning with shame.

The bodice loosened.

She hesitated.

"All of it," Kaelen said quietly.

Morgana closed her eyes and pulled the dress over her head.

It fell to the floor in a heap.

She stood before him in nothing but her thin chemise, the same one he’d torn last time, hastily mended with uneven stitches.

"That too," Kaelen said.

Her hands shook as she gripped the hem.

Don’t cry. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

She pulled the chemise over her head and let it fall.

And then she was standing before him.

Naked.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

Kaelen’s gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, taking in every inch of her body.

"Better," he murmured.

Morgana wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover her breasts, her core, anything....

"Hands at your sides."

His voice was sharp now.

Commanding.

Morgana lowered her arms, tears pricking at her eyes.

Kaelen circled her again, and she felt his gaze like a physical touch...burning, invasive, hungry.

"You’re beautiful," he said softly. "In a raw, unpolished sort of way."

He stopped in front of her, his pale eyes locked onto hers.

"But beauty isn’t what makes you special, is it?"

She didn’t answer.

Kaelen reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Morgana gasped, her body jerking.

"There it is," he murmured. "That responsiveness."

He squeezed gently, and despite herself, despite the shame, despite the fear, her nipple hardened beneath his touch.

Kaelen’s smile widened. "Your body betrays you, Morgana."

"Please...."

"Please what?" He pinched her nipple lightly, and she moaned. "Please stop? Or please more?"

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His other hand came up, cupping her other breast, and he kneaded them both slowly, deliberately, his thumbs circling her nipples.

Morgana’s breath came in short, desperate gasps.

No. Don’t react. Don’t....

But her body didn’t listen.

Heat pooled low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together, trying to suppress the ache building between them.

And Kaelen noticed.

Of course he did.

"You’re wet," he said, his voice soft and mocking.

Morgana’s face burned. "I’m not...."

"Liar."

He released one of her breasts and slid his hand down her stomach, over her hip, and between her thighs.

Morgana gasped, her knees buckling.

Kaelen’s fingers found her slick heat, and he groaned.

"Gods," he muttered. "You’re soaked."

"Please...."

"Still begging?" His fingers circled her entrance, teasing. "For what, exactly?"

He slid one finger inside her.

Morgana cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself.

Kaelen’s eyes blazed. "That’s it. Hold on to me."

He added a second finger, stretching her, and began to move....slow, deliberate strokes that made her entire body tremble.

His thumb found her clit and circled it.

Morgana moaned, her head falling back.

"Look at me," Kaelen commanded.

She forced her eyes open.

He was staring at her with an intensity that made her breath catch, his pale eyes tinted, his jaw tight, his control slipping.

"You’re going to come for me," he said, his voice rough. "Right here. Standing up."

"I can’t..."

"You will."

He increased the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper, harder, his thumb pressing against her clit with just the right pressure.

Morgana’s legs shook. Her breath came in broken gasps.

The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until...

She shattered.

Her body convulsed, pleasure crashing through her in waves, and she cried out....loud and desperate and broken.

Her legs gave out.

Kaelen caught her before she hit the floor, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down, his breathing ragged.

Morgana’s vision swam, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Kaelen stood over her, his pale eyes burning.

And for the first time, she saw something in his expression that wasn’t cold.

It was hunger.

Raw. Desperate. Uncontrolled.

He climbed onto the bed, caging her beneath him, and lowered his mouth to her breast.

His tongue circled her nipple before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked.

Morgana gasped, her back arching.

His hand slid between her thighs again, his fingers finding her still-sensitive core, and he stroked her slowly, building the heat all over again.

"Kaelen...."

His name slipped out before she could stop it.

He groaned against her breast, his control fraying.

His other hand fumbled with the laces of his trousers, freeing himself, and Morgana felt the hard length of him pressing against her thigh.

This is it.

He’s going to....

Kaelen positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick heat.

And then....

He froze.

His entire body went rigid.

His eyes...pale blue just a moment ago, began to glow.

Bright. Blinding. Inhuman.

Kaelen pulled back sharply, stumbling off the bed, his chest heaving.

"No," he muttered, pressing his hands to his face. "No, no, no...."

Morgana sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "Your Majesty?"

"Get out."

His voice was strained. Desperate.

"What...?"

"Get out!"

Morgana scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes, her hands shaking.

Kaelen turned away from her, his fists clenched, his entire body trembling.

His eyes were still glowing.

Morgana pulled on her chemise and dress as quickly as she could and ran for the door.

Behind her, she heard him curse...low and vicious.

And then a crash, as if he’d thrown something against the wall.

She didn’t stop.

She ran.

***

Kaelen’s Pov

He stood alone in his chambers, his chest heaving, his hands shaking.

What the fuck just happened?

He’d lost control.

Completely lost control.

For the first time in centuries, his dragon had surged...unbidden, unwanted, and he’d barely managed to pull back before he’d claimed her.

Before he’d bonded her.

His eyes were still glowing, his body still burning with the need to go after her, to finish what he’d started.

But he couldn’t.

Because if he did...

If he let his dragon take over...

He’d bind her to him. Permanently. Irrevocably.

And he didn’t know why.

Kaelen sank onto the bed, burying his face in his hands.

She was just a servant.

Just a girl.

So why did every instinct he had scream that she was his?