Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 230: Missing Vegetables I

Chapter 230: Missing Vegetables I

[Warning: Mildly Explicit]

When morning came, the last thing Daphne wanted to do was to get out of bed. Her muscles were sore and aching from the entire night’s worth of torture Atticus had put her through.

Even though she had dubbed it as ’torture’, Daphne had to admit that it was nothing like she had ever imagined― the experience was so much better than she had heard those gossipy maids ever describe it back in Reaweth’s castle.

All of a sudden, she could understand why Drusilla was so eager to lose her virginity even before marriage. Men were dangerous creatures of temptation, especially the incubus that was lying next to her in bed!

As though Atticus could sense her staring at him, he groaned as he shifted in his sleep. The blankets slid down, revealing his exposed chest. Daphne blushed when she saw the bite marks all over his shoulders and chest, as well as the long red scratches left on his back. She was a lady and she was supposed to behave with propriety! Instead, she had all but mauled her husband with the hunger of a starved woman the past night.

A quick glance at her own body showed that she wasn’t left unscathed either. Reddish purplish marks decorated her entire body from her neck and shoulders, all the way to her belly and inner thighs. Atticus had left no place unkissed and unbitten. Her still sore breasts and swollen nipples were proof.

Even her hair was in a disheveled mess, for Atticus had run his fingers through it and tugged, causing her to whimper and mewl at the new sensations.

Daphne hid her face in her hands, trying not to scream out loud as her mind recollected the night’s events in vivid detail. That would definitely wake Atticus, which would be terrible since he needed all the rest he could get after that long tiring night. He was the one doing most of the work, teasing and bullying Daphne in bed while she clung to him and moaned like a whore.

Her core started to get wet again, but she forced herself to remain calm. She wasn’t going to turn into some desperate harlot! She had a kingdom to run!

Unknown to her, Atticus had sensed that his wife had woken up. He popped open one bleary eye and observed his little wife panicking by herself. Atticus stifled a grin― why was Daphne so cute?

From his view, he could see a collection of new bruises all over her pale skin from his mouth and fingers. He licked his lips.

He wanted to deepen those marks of possession.

He wanted to pry those milky thighs open and feast on the nectar between her legs.

Then he remembered he was her husband, and he was technically allowed to do so. So Atticus propped himself up on his shoulder and cleared his throat, purposely flexing his muscles.

"My dear wife, don’t tell me you’re crying into your hands in regret?"

Daphne froze. Atticus was awake! She blushed as she met his eyes.

"You still blush like a maiden, even when you’re no longer one," Atticus said smugly, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice. Daphne squawked and smacked his chest.

"You’re the one that deflowered me!"

"You were begging for it," Atticus retorted playfully, "Let’s not pretend otherwise... unless of course, you wish for me to refresh your memory."

Daphne gulped at the heated look in Atticus’s eyes, her thighs squirming under the blankets. The movement was small, but it was enough for Atticus to know what his wife truly thought of last night.

He lunged, easily ripping the blanket from her, and replacing it with his own body.

"Atticus! It’s morning!" Daphne protested weakly as she gazed up at her naked husband in the light of day. How did he look even sexier in daylight?

"Yes, I’m aware," Atticus said, easily prying her thighs open with his hands, "And I’m hungry for breakfast. Oh, look! You’re even wetter now." Atticus observed, dipping his fingers into her as he stroked her inner walls, causing her to whimper. "This is definitely new, since I cleaned you up the night before."

"Were you thinking of me spreading you apart, sunshine? How naughty of you." Atticus scolded as he crooked his fingers, targeting her secret spot that sent sparks flying through her. A finger toyed with her little nub, causing her to mewl in desperation.

"Atticus!" Daphne cried out, "You tease..."

"Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet," Atticus promised, and he dived back between her legs. Moans echoed throughout the room, and Daphne promptly forgot not to act like a harlot in the face of her voracious husband.

***

Outside, Jonah stood watch, with dark circles under his eyes and the occasional yawn escaping his mouth.

While he was delighted that his best friend was finally consummating his marriage with his beloved woman, it was highly awkward for him to listen to all the passionate love-making that was simply a door away. Yet Atticus wanted nothing to go wrong for his special night, and Jonah was the only man he trusted with such a task.

Jonah had thought they would finish around midnight, but the noises continued past the witching hour. They only settled down an hour before dawn. Logic dictated they would sleep in, but they were awake a few hours later to continue! At this rate, Vramid would be full of their children before the year is over!

He badly needed a raise just for doing this. Jonah thought that he had already gone and done above and beyond a best friend’s duties. Hired help shouldn’t be tasked with listening to their mating session like that! Last he checked, Jonah worked for the royal palace, not a brothel.

Or maybe he needed a holiday away from the young couple. In two decades’ time, they shouldn’t be this active any longer.

Maybe both. Jonah made a mental note to discuss this with Atticus later, while his king’s mood is still good from having last night’s passion.

"Sir?" A guard approached Jonah, pity in his eyes as he stared at his tired superior, "I have something to report."

"Is it important?"

"Vegetables have gone missing from the royal gardens."

Jonah groaned. The last thing he wanted to deal with was some missing carrots. "Are you sure no one stole them?"

"Sir Jonah, the soil around them was soaked through," the guard explained, and Jonah immediately jolted awake. There was no rain the night before.

"Prepare the guards," Jonah instructed, "We have a dark creature on our grounds."

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