Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 135: A little help with a little pleasure

"Need some help?" Cyrus’s sudden, cold, yet soft voice made Amelia nearly jerk in her place as she tried to wear the bathrobe properly.

She thought the man would take a long time before returning, and that’s why she wanted to apply some ointment to her wound on the back.

However, it was becoming a challenging task, as her hand was barely reaching the area.

She contemplated calling Miss Quinn, but didn’t want to trouble the maid.

Amelia looked at the man through the reflection with a nervous expression.

She looked at her hands, holding the ointment, and then she raised her head slightly before nodding.

"If it wouldn’t be a problem..." She let the sentence trail off.

The man hummed.

He took off his overcoat, placed it on the bed, and walked closer to her, folding his shirt to his elbows,

Amelia watched his every action like a hawk, a red tint appearing on her cheeks, seeing how hot and appealing he looked in that moment.

Cyrus cleared his throat. He pulled a chair behind her and sat on it before gently pulling her bathrobe down.

Amelia placed her hand on her chest tentatively, making the cloth stop at her breasts and not reveal anything inappropriate.

Cyrus swallowed hard.

He cleared his throat before taking the ointment from her hand.

He applied some ointment to his fingers and gently massaged it over her wounds.

"It’s strange, you know," He started.

His words made Amelia meet his gaze.

"I am applying ointment over your wounds, but you are yet to tell me what happened," he said.

Amelia thinned her lips. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I am a liability, aren’t I?" she said, feeling a little embarrassed for getting into trouble.

Cyrus sighed loudly.

So that was the reason she didn’t tell him anything. She still thought she was a burden to him.

"You stopped being a burden to me the moment you marked me. Now you are my responsibility, my rightful wife, someone I want to wish me good luck to and ask me to win for her..." Cyrus paused, raised his head, and looked straight into her eyes.

"And someone who I want to win for me. So it’s about time you start acting like one," he said gently, a little hint of scolding in his voice that made Amelia raise her brows.

Were these really his thoughts?

After everything that the healers did to him, was he making an exception just for her?

"I was not confident earlier. Always thinking that choosing someone else would be better for you. But if you say so..." Amelia stood from the stool and turned around to face the man.

"I’ll win for you," She said.

Cyrus smiled when he looked at the determination in her eyes.

"Me too," he said.

And then he did something she least expected him to do.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, placing his head under her breasts, hugging her close.

"Let me stay like this for a while," He whispered.

Amelia blinked her eyes, snapping out of her shock before she placed her hand on his head and played with his hair, caressing him like a mother would do to her baby, like a real wife would comfort her husband.

"I love you, King Cyrus," she whispered softly, not at all ashamed of her confession.

The man’s hold tightened around her, and he took a deep, shaky breath.

"Don’t say such words, princess. I might want to do something to you." He warned.

Something to me? Amelia wondered.

She was about to ask him what he meant when the man raised his head, his blue eyes dark with an incomprehensible emotion.

"As a wife, don’t you think you should help your husband relax a little?" He asked.

Amelia understood the meaning this time. Her pupils dilated, and she gulped.

Seeing her flabbergasted expression, Cyrus was about to say he was joking when, to his surprise, Amelia let go of the bathrobe that she hadn’t tied yet.

The cloth fell, collecting around her feet.

Cyrus’s eyes darkened further.

She was standing before him, only wearing a panty.

The man swallowed hard. He might be the King for the world, but for the first time he understood what it felt like to be called whipped for a pussy.

It was amazing how the single mark on his neck completely changed his perspective about the relationship he has with Amelia.

She wasn’t just a healer under suspicion anymore. She was his wife now, someone he was falling for even if he didn’t want to confess it to her.

The way she would stand with resilience, not giving, siding with him before the entire family, believing in his strength, it was all so sexy that...

"You are playing a dangerous game, Princess," Cyrus still warned, unsure if he really wanted to control like the last time.

"I like playing dangerous games, especially when it involves you, King Cyrus. Didn’t I make it clear the first time you saw me? When you saw me at the rooftop, watching my community burn?" Amelia asked confidently.

Cyrus’s heartbeats quickened.

Was it just him, or was his little princess growing more confident with each passing day? If this confidence was due to him, didn’t that mean he was doing a perfect job as a husband?

"You were there," He stated before holding her hands and pulling her close once more.

However, rather than placing his head under her breasts, he nuzzled his neck between her plump mounds, breathing heavily.

"You always knew," Amelia whispered, breathing heavily as her own emotions started taking over her sanity.

"Say that you want it. Tell me how much you need it," Cyrus groaned as he pulled her into his lap, placing hot, feverish kisses on her collarbone.

As much as he wanted to devour her, he tried to be careful about her wounds, too.

"Take me from behind, King Cyrus. This way you won’t hurt my back," Amelia whispered.

This was all the indication he needed to break some laws he created for himself.

Without saying another word, he turned her around.

Amelia didn’t even realise when she was thrown onto the edge of the bed. One moment she was sitting on her husband’s lap, and the next moment, she was bent over the edge of the bed, her hips raised in the air for her husband’s easy access.

The sound of something ripping echoed in the silent room that was screaming of their heavy breathing and deep lust and love for each other.

The cold air that rippled around her wet pussy made her realise it was her pussy that came off.

She closed her eyes, grinding her teeth not to make much sound.

Her heart drummed against her chest at the thought of the man pushing his hard length inside her, but what she didn’t expect was for him to place his mouth on her pussy from behind.

A gasp left her mouth, followed by a moan that she didn’t even recognise as her own.

It was too intimate, too arousing.

The man licked her pussy from behind, his fingers spreading her folds. He had her hips raised enough for easy access, and the height made her legs tremble violently as he pushed his tongue inside her wet demanding pussy.

"Since you want to be fucked so bad, let me do you the honor," Cyrus’s voice turned a tone deep, husky, almost as if he was enjoying the process, basking in her scent, just as much as she was enjoying it.

"Please, King Cyrus," Amelia fisted her hands on the blanket, tears brimming in her eyes, unsure what she was even asking for.

The man would fuck her relentlessly with his tongue, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb, and then stop just when she would feel she was close.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

Amelia bit her lower lip and shook her head.

"Say it," He said with a smirk.

"No. Please make love to me, King Cyrus. Please fuck me," Amelia begged and the man licked his bottom lip, wiping the drop of the juice that was about to trail down his chin.

"That’s all I needed to hear, baby," his throat voice and warm breath against her pussy made it hard for her to concentrate on his words and she hummed.

The man continued his assault for some time, and it wasn’t long before Amelia’s legs shook violently, making her almost give up if not for Cyrus’s hands that were holding her legs.

She screamed his name, coming all over his mouth, and the man was more than happy to lick her clean.

Due to the mark on his neck, he felt every ounce of Amelia’s pleasure coursing through himself and he groaned as his dick leaked a little.

"Fuck," He groaned, letting the girl lie on her sides comfortably as he breathed heavily.

Amelia opened her eyes lazily, looking at the man who was breathing heavily.

She saw him sitting beside her, his hands massaging his crotch from above his pants, and she gulped.

Without thinking twice, she crawled to him, placing her hand on his.

"Allow me?" She asked.

Her tear-stricken face with big, clear eyes and flushed cheeks looked so tempting in that moment that without thinking twice, he nodded at her.

He allowed her to pull his pants and boxers down.

"Stop if you can’t take it," Cyrus groaned, still trying to think about her.

To his surprise, rather than stopping, the girl gave his tip a hard lick.

His heart thumped inside his chest and he leaned back, fisting his hands on the blanket so he don’t end up grabbing her hair and pushing her head down his length, which he wanted to do so badly.

"This is blissful," Sylas groaned from inside him, feeling the pleasure of his human.

Amelia took some of his length in her mouth, sucking on it like she wanted to suck the life out of him as her hands rubbed the remaining length upside down.

She gained confidence hearing Cyrus’s moan and started bobbing her head up and down slowly, her moans echoing in the room as she deliberately moved in a way her breasts would rub on Cyrus’s legs.

The feeling alone made her wet down there.

She continued the process until the man’s length started to thicken.

"I am close, Princess. Can you swallow it? I won’t force you," Cyrus groaned.

Amelia looked at his scrunched-up face due to pleasure and the urge to swallow him all ignited in her heart.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she started giving him a deep throat, controlling her gagging reflex.

Cyrus’s eyes widened as his tip started to squeeze in Amelia’s throat—a growl left from the back of his throat as he moaned loudly.

"Yes, Princess. Fuck," He groaned loudly, reaching his climax, shooting his seed deep inside her mouth, into her throat.

Amelia coughed loudly, not expecting it to be so much, swallowing it all nonetheless.

Once done, she licked her bottom lip and looked up, as if waiting to know whether she did a good job.

Her moist eyes made Cyrus want to fuck then and there and break his promise to himself of fucking her only after he became the King.

He licked his lips, still breathing heavily before he pulled her up, forcing her to lay on top of him as he slept hugging her, naked, with his dick resting between her legs.