The Alpha's Temptation

Fafnir heard the steps of a man going down the stairs. Taking advantage of the situation, he jumped off the roof onto the terrace nimbly. He took a look inside the small room where Platt lived and saw a small bed in the center and a long desk in the corner. There were a variety of tiny bottles which had dried herbs. Fafnir was sure that Platt was into making concoctions of psychedelic drugs and sold them.

Fafnir was thanking his stars for coating himself with a strong scent of some herbs he found in the palace's kitchen. He blended well in the surroundings. As soon as he heard the door opening, he hid in the shadows.

"What took you so long?" Nora scolded Platt, irritated, as she climbed up the stairs. "There is a dinner going on at the palace and I have to be there as soon as possible. Have you readied what I asked you?"

"I have, Nora," Platt said, his voice drawling. "You are always in a hurry." He slapped her butts.

When they reached the small room, Platt grabbed Nora's hand. "No one is going to notice a small slip-up, Nora," he said. He spun her to her back and made her bend over the bed.

"Platt!" she protested. "Now is not the time! That chamomile tea—" He had picked up her skirt and bunched it over her waist.

"No panties," he licked his lips and slapped her ass.

"Ah!" she cried. "You naughty soldier! I have to go!"

Platt lowered his trousers and then roughly thrust his shaft inside her. He put his hand on her back as he pushed her down on the bed and took her from behind. He began pounding in her as he slapped her butt cheek.

As he pounded in her she said, "That tea— ah!" she was pushed forward. "Did you give the right— ah! Did you give the right amount of— ah! Chamomile?"

Platt grunted. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. Through his clenched teeth, he hissed, "I never cheat on my customers!" He increased his pace.

"The queen— ah! She didn't even become unconscious— ah!" Nora said in between breaths.

Platt was thrusting furiously inside her and the slap of their skin was loud in that small room. "Forget the queen!" he said. He increased his pace and then with a loud snarl, he came inside her. Once done, he slumped on her, sweating and panting. He sniffed her hair. "Nora…" he whispered. "Let us leave this place and go elsewhere."

She chuckled. "Get out of me first!"

Platt pulled himself out of her and as he tucked his shaft in, he said, "Now tell me what happened."

Nora pulled up her hair in a bun as she sat on the bed without bothering to lower her skirt. She watched Platt go to the desk and look at his bottles. "I had given the chamomile tea to the queen, but on a routine checkup, the king called us. I had gone there, when soon I saw Lusitania coming inside as well. She should have been at least unconscious with all the wolfsbane in it, but she was pretty much alert. So how is that possible?"

Platt's brows knitted. "That amount was more than enough to kill her actually, but—" he stopped and twisted to look at her. "Don't forget that she is a half fae and faes are bloody strong creatures of the Lore. In fact, strongest. So maybe next time, you will have to double the amount and make her drink it." He turned to see his little bottle again. Sifting through them, he lifted one. "Ah! That's it. I have prepared the new concoction for the fae."

Nora took it from him. She opened the cork of the bottle and sniffed the contents. "Hmm… this one is stronger."

"Do you know that 'he' is coming here by tomorrow?" Platt said as he sat next to Nora and placed his hand on her thigh. He began to bring it higher towards her sex.

"Is he?" Nora was surprised. "He just sent a message long back that he would want to see Lusitania dead!"

Platt started to circle her sex with his fingers. "He is coming tomorrow, so be prepared. I will go outside the gates and collect him. It is getting very difficult to enter the capital these days."

She was surprised but at the same time excited. She swatted his hand. "Get out!" He sighed and removed his hand from there. Nora got up and fixed her skirt. "I better get going, else someone notices my absence in the palace. I hate that new fae maid that has come with Lusitania. Flora!" She rolled her eyes.

Platt chuckled. "We will kill her also."

Nora started to leave when she sniffed the air. "Why does your place smell of strong herbs?" She walked to the window and sniffed again.

Fafnir, who was hidden in the shadows moved more into the darkness, his claws lengthening. He was ready to attack and kill both of them. He had been enduring the two for some time and he felt very repulsive.

"I deal in these, Nora. I hope you remember," Platt mocked.

Nora narrowed her eyes, whipped her head on both the sides of the window and then went back to him. "I am leaving now," she announced. "I will come later in the night when the dinner is over."

"And I will be waiting for you," said Platt lasciviously.

"Oh! I forgot something!" Nora said. "Morgan was arrested this evening, so you better be careful."

There was a long silence after which Platt coldly said, "Even if they connect me with him, they can't prove much. I will hide his herbs somewhere for the time being."

Fafnir heard the footfalls of the two going down the steps. He wanted to go and kill both of them, but he took the chance to go back from here. When he reached the palace, he directly went to the dining hall where he saw that the king and queen were surrounded by the nobility. Nora was hovering around behind them.