Push His Buttons

Klaus's POV:

I step into the shower and quickly turn on the water.

My nerves are jangling. I desperately need a cold shower to clear my thoughts and put out the fire inside me. Closing my eyes I try to chase Aurora away from my mind.

F*ck. A frustrated curse slips out of my mouth as I fail to do so.

The cold water doesn't work.

Her tempting body is playing back over and over in my head.

Uncontrollably, my hand makes its way to my erection.

I stroke my shaft up and down, imaging it's Aurora wrapping around me. The thought of throwing her on my bed and devouring every inch of her skin excites me. Goddess, it feels like heaven. I've never experienced any like it. My relief comes quickly. As a low groan escapes my throat, I release my load. 

Aurora is sipping a glass of wine when I step out of the bathroom. Her eyes trail over my bare chest behind the wine glass. I simply put a towel around my waist, not caring if I smell like c*m or whatever. I don't bother to cover it.

"I was so thirsty, Klaus, and ended up helping myself to your wine. Would you like some?" Aurora asks, gently swilling the wine around her glass.

She doesn't put on the shorts I handed her. She's sitting on my desk, with her dazzling long legs dangling in mid-air. The first several buttons of the shirt are open, showing a large amount of her cleavage.

"I'm fine," I say and smile, forcing my gaze to keep in the safe areas.

She hops off the desk, standing before me. The faint blush on her cheeks makes her eyes seem ever brighter, and the way she gazes at me while biting her lower lip turns me on.

My d*ck gets rock hard, again.

"It tastes so good. You should try." She says as she clings on to my bare chest, rises onto her toes and gently licks my pressed lips with the tip of her tongue.

Does she know she is playing with fire?

Placing my hands on her back I grab her waist. I was supposed to rip her away, but I didn't. It's unhealthy to discourage my d*ck again and again. 

I part my lips and invite her in. Our tongues entangle in my mouth.

She does taste so good.

Eagerly I back her against the wall. With one hand on her back and the other on her neck, I lower my head, thrusting my tongue inside her tiny cherry mouth, and dominating the kiss.

I kiss her deeper, fiercer, and hungrier. She moans faintly, both hands wrapping around my head and tugging my hair.

Then I pull away.

Breathing harshly, we lock eyes, the sensual tingle lingering in our heated gazes.

I lift her chin and grit out, "Did any other men watch your body? Touch it? Taste it?"

Fury consumed me when she told me she had male friends abroad and ran together often. There was a possibility that they had eye-raped her. The thought enraged me more. In a fleeting moment, I wanted to find those guys and remove them from the face of the earth.

I catch a glimpse of surprise on Aurora's face before it is replaced by a naughty smile.

"Hmm...well..." She put on a thinking face, as if it's a hard question.

This little thing knows how to push my buttons!

With a firm grip on her narrow waist, I sweep her up. And in a few strong steps, I have her on my bed. My body bends over hers. Her two hands are pinned on either side of her head, our fingers interlace.

"Tell me who they are?" I growl in irritation.

Aurora giggles.

"I am yours, Klaus. I didn't have others." She says, looking at me fondly.

I'm melting.

Without wasting a second, I claim her mouth in a fury of passion and thirst. A need so violent, my cloth-clad erection hits above her mound, digging into the soft flesh of her stomach.

I tug the clothes off her shoulder, having my hands go to where they long for. Cupping her breast, I squeeze both of them hard and pinch the turgid nipples.

So soft, so intoxicating

Aurora squirms against me. She digs her nails into my back and lets out pleasant moans.

How exquisite she is!

I want to own her. I want to keep her.

She is my mate. I should have owned her and kept her. What the h*ll am I hesitating about, worrying about?

Magnus is screaming to claim Aurora.

I trace my lips down to her collarbone, then back to the curve of her neck. Her sexy moans boost me. I gently graze her marking spot with my teeth, and then reveal my sharp canines.

In no time, the warning voice I pushed away rings in my mind again, louder and louder.

I stop.

Sanity comes back to me.

Swallowing a lump, I roll over to the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, I was out of line," I say quietly.

Aurora snaps her eyes open, mixed emotions written in them.

"No, you weren't. I'm your mate, Klaus. I'm yours, you can do what you want to me." She says determinedly and sincerely, snuggling up to me.

"When your mother agrees, little one. She is our Alpha. Without her order, I'd probably still suffer at the forge. So, I won't disobey her," I utter the words easily. The angrier I get, the softer my voice is, "We can wait." I add a warm smile.

The days at the sword forge is a memory I'd never forget. The suffocating smoke, the relentless whipping, the constant hunger...

And of course, I'd never forget who caused this.

"I'll talk to my mom tomorrow. I'll let her know what my heart wants," Aurora assures me as her green eyes bore into me.

So beautiful, so simple. She's like a bloom under Rebel Throne's shield, never undergoing any of life's storms, let alone predict a forthcoming one.

"Thank you, my love. But it's my thing to prove to Alpha Rebel that I deserve you." I state, stroke her hair and give a peck on her forehead. I can sense that she looks at me with increasing fondness.

'Hypocrite!' Magnus hisses at me. He has been fighting me from just now because I held him back from marking Aurora.

He won't understand.

The future of Aurora and I will only end in wars and chaos. If a thing cannot end well, then it should not start. It isn't worth my time. Such a simple concept, but Magnus can't grasp it. He knows only the urge to conquer and own.

"Shall we sleep? We've got a few hours left," I say while pulling the sweet pie into my chest.

Aurora nods her head submissively, nestles in my embrace, and shuts her eyes.

My nostril is filled with her scent, which calms me.

Just this once, I allow myself to sleep with my enemy's daughter.

I can't afford to make it a habit.