Chapter 475-Tits Sucked By The Alpha King.

Chapter 475: 475-Tits Sucked By The Alpha King.

Verity:

"Umm, it’s alright, I’ll clean–," I attempted to speak, but couldn’t even finish talking under his stern gaze.

I was feeling a little awkward, but I made no attempt to clean myself or even move away from him.

I just remained on the couch, letting him come so close.

He lowered his head toward my breasts, and I felt his tongue licking away the ketchup that had splattered across them.

I kept my fists clenched and my spine straight.

Then he worked his way up, licking the ketchup from around my neck before finally lifting his head to look at me.

He licked his bottom lip, then leaned down again and caught the ketchup from the corner of my mouth with his tongue.

I panicked, wanting him to stop moving around me like that.

But he simply leaned back and resumed eating.

"You didn’t eat anything at all," he complained, as though he hadn’t just been licking me with that sexy tongue of his.

"Huh?" I asked, trying to pull myself back into reality instead of getting lost in my thoughts.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. There was amusement in his eyes as he smirked.

"Eat something, Verity. Keeping yourself hungry for so long isn’t a good way to live your life," he mumbled.

"Trust me. Take it from me. When you’re hungry for something for too long, you lose your mind. And then you don’t know when to stop. You just binge."

As he said that last word, binge, he almost snarled.

My heart skipped a beat.

What was he talking about?

Was he talking about me?

If not, then why the fuck was he giving me that impression?

"Right," I whispered, my voice so soft and unlike me that I barely recognized it.

Then he picked up a burger and held it out to me.

I took it from his hand and slowly began eating.

Thankfully, he turned up the TV volume, almost as though he’d realized how uncomfortable I was.

Because I could tell he wasn’t even watching it.

But thankfully, having the TV playing in the background made me feel as though we weren’t alone and there was nothing awkward going on between us.

After that, he finished all the food, every last bit of it.

Once he was done, he leaned back, and I noticed the way he adjusted his waistband, almost as though he’d eaten too much.

Then he yawned and stretched, sprawling across the couch behind me.

I slowly got up and began gathering all the food bags he’d left scattered around.

"Don’t judge me," he remarked, almost as though he already knew what I was thinking.

"I’m not," I replied faintly.

"I’m a big guy. I need more food," he added.

I turned toward him, wondering for a moment if he was asking for more.

"Do you want more food?" I asked, genuinely trying to be helpful.

He tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"No. I’ll have dessert now," he replied.

I immediately glanced around.

"Did you order some?" I asked in confusion.

I remembered him taking everything out of the food bags, and there hadn’t been any dessert.

But when I looked back at him, a smirk was playing on his lips. His eyes remained on the TV as he slowly shook his head, almost as though he couldn’t believe I’d asked such a stupid question.

And that was when it hit me.

Oh.

My heart seemed to drop straight into my stomach.

Avoiding him, I gathered everything and threw it in the trash before heading to the bathroom.

He was still sitting on the couch, one arm bent with his fingers resting against his temple, as though he were supporting his head with his hand.

Meanwhile, I took a shower, and changed into my nightdress.

It was a gray silk nightdress that fell just below my thighs.

As I stood in the bathroom, all sorts of strange ideas began running through my mind.

On one hand, my wolf was pushing me to do something that would make the brothers catch Ragnar here when they returned home.

On the other hand, I had my own plan.

I wanted to make Ragnar believe he had complete power over me.

I was still caught between those conflicting thoughts when a loud knock on the bathroom door made my entire body stiffen.

"Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been in there for two hours," he called from outside.

I bit my bottom lip.

I mean, there had been times when I’d cried so much in the bathroom that I’d actually fallen asleep under the shower.

I was used to that.

But this was the first time someone was actually in the house with me. And not only was he there, he was concerned about me.

It honestly made me feel like some kind of alien.

"I’m okay," I called back.

"Let me know if you need anything," he replied.

A moment later, I heard his footsteps retreating.

After taking a long moment to calm myself and regain control, I finally walked out of the bathroom.

That was when I realized he was no longer in the bedroom.

I’d expected to find him sprawled across the bed.

But he wasn’t there.

I practically tiptoed toward the door in a comical fashion, and when I peeked into the lounge, I saw him lying on the couch.

He had taken off his T-shirt, with one cushion tucked beneath his head and another wrapped in his arms.

I noticed he was moving around quite a lot.

He’d turned off the TV, too. Maybe it was finally time for him to sleep.

Well, good thing.

Once he fell asleep, he wouldn’t be able to bother me.

But for some reason, I remained standing in the doorway for a little longer, just watching him.

Then I let out a sigh and walked back into my room, slowly closing the door behind me.

I closed it so carefully that it didn’t make a single sound.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt like I was doing it on purpose, making sure he didn’t hear anything and suddenly remember that I was in the house too.

Then I climbed into bed and picked up my phone, which had been beeping.

Thankfully, he had left it in my room.

When I checked the screen, I saw a message from Theodore.

Theodore: Has anything happened between you and Jaguar?

The moment I read it, I remembered what Jaguar had told me.

That he was going to marry me.