The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 137: Question

Chapter 137: Question

"Whose head am I using to adorn your table, love?" His voice pulsated like a rumbling thunder into the room, making Malika immediately jerk up from the bed as she stood up and bowed her head deeply.

Rama scoffed with arms crossed over her chest as she watched him take long strides into the room with that annoying yet alluring grin on his face.

"No one’s head, although you could use yours. It would be the perfect sight to wake up to in the morning." Rama remarked with an obvious pissed tone, her eyes shooting subtle glares towards him.

"What have I done to offend my beloved feisty wife? You seem sour love." Draco implied as he took steps closer to her.

As if he didn’t know what he had done. His habit of running off wherever and whenever he wanted to was already making a vein throb in her temple, it was frustrating and enraging. After claiming her as his, he was avoiding her like the plague, leaving her only to come back after long hours, something told her he wouldn’t change anytime soon.

He either had important business to take care of, which was a valid justification for a king or he was probably avoiding her for a reason, one she would find out soon enough if there was any

"I’m not offended just stating a fact or am I wrong Malika? Wouldn’t his gorgeous head be a beautiful piece of adornment to wake up to?" Rama queried with a sheepish grin, but Malika barely replied as she kept her head low, gaze averted from the couples.

Draco stared at her for a moment, as if contemplating inwardly on what to do with her, followed by a light chuckle rolling off his lips as if he was amused by some invisible humourous joke, and then it stopped abruptly as his gaze flickered past Malika.

"Are you here to gossip with her or prepare her for bed?" He queried, his tone calm but slightly irritated.

Malika bowed apologetically "I apologise my lord, your highness please come with me."

Rama scoffed before disappearing with Malika into the washroom for her bath.

"He is quite annoying, I can’t believe I missed him." Rama muttered beneath her breath as Malika helped her peel her clothes off.

She immersed herself into the warm water, soothing her limbs with its warmth, a moan subconsciously rolled off her lips.

Malika was about to scrub her but she took it instead and scrubbed herself saying "You know how much I hate it when I’m being scrubbed like a child or a bedridden person, I am very well capable of doing trivial things myself unlike that spoilt king."

"The king seems to dote on you." Malika said in a whisper under her breath as she knelt beside her while she scrubbed.

"What makes you think so?"

"Well...He doesn’t take disrespect so lightly, and your statement of waking up to his head in the morning would have been considered a threat and treason in any kingdom." Malika remarked.

"He can’t hurt me because of the bond, its equivalent to him hurting." Rama stated and silence reigned.

Finally done bathing, she was dressed in a long flowing silky nightdress. She bid Malika goodnight as she exited the room, but the timid girl only bowed her head in response because of Draco’s presence.

She could feel Draco’s eyes on her since the moment she emerged out of the washroom, but still she ignored it as she crawled into the massive bed, while he half laid on the other side of the bed, his bare upper body leaning on the headrest as he held a book, one she was sure he wasn’t reading.

She whipped her head toward him, catching him watching her movement like a hawk "You know, to read a book your eyes have to be on it." She snapped.

"I was, until you walked in. It’s an erotic book, I mean why read this useless piece of trash when you can do the real thing and with me." He said with a sly grin, his hand gesturing toward his unclothed magnificent upper body but she managed to tear her gaze off before she drooled.

"Point of correction you were reading it, not me." She pointed out with a scoff.

"What’s made you so mad at me love?" He queried as he dropped the book on the table, his expression turning stern.

"Where have you been running off to today? It was boring in this stupid castle." She stated out with a grimace and rolling eyes.

"You meant to say it was boring without me, I missed you too." He said with a sarcastic grin, his tongue running over his canines, but she could feel the sincerity in his words and she hated it, because it made her heart flutter as a red tinge kissed her cheeks.

"Oh, please." She groaned, trying to hide her flustered face. She hated how he made her vulnerable to his mere words.

"Since you’re queen now, I’ll give you a tour around the kingdom tomorrow morning so you can be well acquainted with your people." He suggested heartily.

"That sounds...less boring." She muttered.

"Since you were bored and it was all my fault, I’d like to apologize properly by doing something less boring tonight." He said, leaning closer to her with a husky low voice, one that cut through the air like beautiful poisonous daggers and it was fast cutting into her skin.

A wicked grin tore through his lips as he leaned closer, but then she suddenly pushed him off as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Wait! I forgot to tell..or rather ask you something." She said, contemplating on how to ask.

His brows furrowed, displeased by the interruption but he patiently waited for her to speak, eager to hear her out.

"Uhm, is there something in this castle? I mean, I went out to that secret garden we were at during that masquerade ball and I felt something beneath the wall in the corridors, it felt dark, you also feel dark but this one is different, it felt very cold and..." She trailed off with creased brows.

"How does my darkness feel then if its not cold?" He queried, not paying attention to whatever she felt.

"What?"

"How does my darkness feel?" He asked again, emphasizing on every word rolling off his lips with serious eyes.

"I wasn’t talking about you, I felt something beneath the walls in the corridor, in the dead end." She explained.

"I know, I’m only curious on how my darkness feels to you." He said.

"Oh, it feels...warm sort of but also dark especially when you’re angry, but I feel...safe kind of, well overall it doesn’t feel as if you would hurt me, even though you would hurt others. It feels as if you would burn the world down for me, its more than enough to make me feel secured, so now are you satisfied?" She said, her eyes darting away from his face as she played with her loose hair timidly.

"More than. Now as for whatever presence you felt behind the walls..." He paused with a drawl, leaving her with bated breath in anticipation of what he would say.

"What is it?" She squeaked eagerly.

"Come closer, even the walls shouldn’t gain word of it." His voice turned grave, his eyes heavy with caution.

Gulping heavily, she leaned in closer, tucking her hair behind her ear to hear him properly.

She could feel his hot breath fanning her skin like hot air as he leaned into the nook of her neck. In the next suspenseful moment, she felt his hot lips press onto her skin, a wave of fire radiated into her skin at the tantalizing interaction.

And then, she felt the warmth of his tongue as it slid against her skin like he was savouring the taste of some sort of delicious meal he would soon devour.

His strong arms wound around her slender waist as he sucked on her skin, her arms rested on his broad shoulders, her fingers grazing his powerful strong neck.

As his teeth nibbled on the skin beneath her earlobe, a moan subconsciously rolled off her lips.

"Such vulgar noises sounds heavenly when coming from you." He whispered in her ears as he pulled his lips from her skin.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she pushed him off, as she gained her shaken composure.

"What are you doing? You said to tell me what it is beneath those walls." She said with twisted lips.

"Fret not about that, it has no power or significance in this realm, go to bed love." He said nonchalantly as he tucked her in with swift movements while she tried to oppose.

"What? You know how curious I am, I can’t go to sleep if you leave me like this." She complained with pouted lips.

"I’d make you fall asleep in a different way, but you won’t let me touch you." He said teasingly.

"I never said you couldn’t touch me, just not ready to consummate the marriage with you." She declared.

"I was only teasing you love, even if you begged me not to touch you, I’ll make you beg for my touch instead." He said, his voice a low husky growl sufficed with arousal.

His crimson eyes narrowed darkly with a lustful glint as he said "Now be a good feisty wife and come straddle me, my dick’s been unsettled lately, I won’t mind you riding on me with clothes on."