Survive As The Brute’s Wife - Chapter 107

“I thought you didn’t like me using this name,” Alexandra pushed him away, or at least tried to but he stood firm.

“No…” he leaned closer and nibbled on her earlobe.

“Can you not speak about our past life, Max?” she asked and she heard no reply from him as if he didn’t even hear her.

She could understand that someone does not want him to speak of their past. Or that memory of his past was forbidden for him to remember. But he remembered anyway and so he cannot talk about it.

She wasn’t left to her rumination for long as the wet sensations his lips left on her neck made her ecstatic. Her slender fingers hastily clutched on the hair at the back of his head as his rough hand slid inside her skirt and on her thigh.

She panted as the warmth of his hand reached closer to her womanhood. “No!” a hissed escaped her mouth unconsciously as her heart started to pound uncontrollably.

“Why?” his smooth voice as a whisper fell on her sensitive lips making a deep sensation run from her lips to her heart and passed through her core making her whimper.

“You don’t like it?” his lips curved to his statement smirk and mirth played in his amber eyes that seemed to be holding a beast on a leash.

That smirk on his face made something snap inside her. And as she thought of something, her lips raised to a smirk.

“I do love it, husband…” she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped to hold him around his waist with her legs.

She wanted to tease and make him whimper this time.

He staggered and stepped a couple of steps back by this sudden attack. But he balanced himself.

“How strong you are,” she whispered in his ear and started to suck on his ears.

She could feel everything in his body tensing up. Her fingers trailed over his adam’s apple that bobbed and over his collar bone to his shoulders. With just a tug, his cape pooled on the floor around his feet and her fingers pulled down his shirt.

“Lexa…” he hissed, gritting his teeth. He tried to hold the back of her head but she bit his shoulder. He let out a grunt and moved forward pressing her back on a large stone pillar.

After biting, she licked on that little reddened area, and then her eyes ended up on his face. At the same time, her restless hand traveled south to his chest and started playing with his little nibs.

A guttural grunt escaped his mouth as he held her neck and pressed her head on the stone pillar. His lips came crashing on her lips as she played with his chest. And at that time she could feel something strong and thick slithering and raring to be out that she could feel in her inner thighs.

She playfully started everything; to tease him. But as she started to feel the warmth of his manhood on her core, she felt something. Something that wanted her to lose everything and beg him to touch her.

[No! I should not lose myself! He should be the one begging!]

“Should I help, Max?” she whispered in his ear as her hand reached down his chest to his abdomen. “Down here… Like you asked me that day… in the library….?”

Remembering that day made her chest tighten. Her breathing started to get labored as she felt the hardness of his body. Suddenly, one hand was not enough to touch him and she traced both of her hands on his well-defined muscular chest, tearing open the shirt that covered his beauty.

With a slight moan, she pressed herself on his chest and took in his misty scent. Her plump lips pressed on the nape of his neck and that messed her mind. She peppered kisses on his chest as his hand trailed over her back and she felt his warmth seeping through her clothes.

She wanted to feel him more!

She wanted her clothes off but she knew she can’t do that without help. Her hands wrapped around his back and she rubbed herself on his chest and kissed him all over the chest.

She almost whimpered when she felt the surge of pleasure that was rising from her chest; especially from her sensitive spots. This was a feeling, novel to her, and she wanted to experiment more on it.

[Ah, I want these clothes off of me!]

She pulled back and some of the hair stuck on his chest that was peppered with droplets of perspiration.

“Should we go inside, Lexa?” he asked his eyes sharp as that of a predator. “We shall explore more of this?”

“Why?” she asked, her eyelids hooded as they got heavy. “Now! Undress me now and explore me!”

Maximus clutched the hair in the back of her head. He let out a small breath as her fingers dug into his skin. But his eyes ended up on the Temple above.

“That Temple…” he nudged his nose on her cheek and whispered. “Why don’t we get inside?”

“Oh, he won’t care about this,” Alexandra didn’t care.

[Why does he mind that guy? So he’s my Father and So I can’t do it?]

“But I do…” Maximus blinked.

Alexandra pressed her lips and stared at him.

[Should I tell him that this little stone fortress won’t hide me from my Father if he bothered to care?]

But then she decided not to. He feels awkward about it and if she speaks about it, he would never do exploring with her. And thinking about her father drenched the fire inside her.

“Fine,” she pulled his shirt up.

“No need for this…” Maximus stopped her from tying his shirt. He didn’t want to stop. He just wants to change the location to somewhere private.

“I need to change into something comfortable too…” she said and continued to fix his clothes.

“You don’t have to change. You just have to undress…” he looked at her but she continued to help him wear his cape.

Maximus let out a sigh and leaned on her shoulder.

“Are you mad? I cannot-”

As he was speaking, Alexandra heard a noise in front of her, but before she could figure it out, Maximus threw a dagger from his armband at the door.

Alexandra saw a small boy approaching them and the dagger Maximus threw was pointing right between his eyes as it traveled at him at a deadly speed.

“No!” Alexandra used her wind manipulation technique to deflect the blade and the boy had quick reflexes to dodge the blade and so he escaped certain death.

“Why did you?” Alexandra furrowed her brows at Maximus and he walked to the ledge letting out a grunt.

That boy stumbled up and dusted himself. He looked not as scared as Alexandra thought he might be.

“Aren’t you Maximus’ pageboy?” Alexandra walked towards the boy and the boy bowed to her with a smile.

“I am, Your Highness! My name is Marcus Zoros,” the boy said in a polite tone.

“Zoros?” Alexandra turned and looked at Maximus.

[If he is from the Zoros family, why does Tubby hate him this much? Isn’t he a descendant of his family? Well, they didn’t treat him well, still…]

It was then she recognized the oddity.

[Oh, dear! This boy he is… So this is why he… Sigh!]

“Do you have a message?” she asked.

What she discovered is quite scandalous she knew not many won’t know about it. She had a feeling that even the boy wouldn’t be exposed to the truth yet.

Throughout the travel, she noticed Julius keeping the boy away from Maximus. And so he was at the far end of the camp. She didn’t understand why this boy came here after Maximus asked everyone to leave for the Royal City.

“No… but I wanted to talk to you about something…” The boy looked at her and those green emerald eyes made her heart melt.

[What a cute boy… He does resemble Tubby a bit… Zoros family does have beautiful green eyes…]

“Me?” Alexandra raised her brows.

“Leave!” Maximus shouted. “Be gone with your ugly face!”

“Max!” Alexandra looked at him. “Let us hear what he wants to say…” she stared at him. With a scoff, Maximus turned away staring at the mountain.

“I saw what you did for Flavia,” the boy said.

“I am going to kill him!” Maximus lunged at him with his fisted hand and Alexandra stopped him.

“I want to follow you, Your Highness,” the boy knelt in front of Alexandra and pressed his palms together. Alexandra looked at Maximus and his face was still twitching with anger but he appeared to be controlling his temper.

“I love his Majesty and I was happy when I got the opportunity to follow him, but he is not willing to teach me. But you are the Drovarys. Will you please teach me how to use a sword?” he asked with his forehead pressed to the ground.

“Raise your head!” Alexandra ordered him. She doesn’t like it when people revere her as a god. “Obey!” she spoke in a stern voice as he still didn’t raise his head.

“You want to learn swordplay. Is that it?” she asked.

“Yes,” the boy’s face lit up. “I want to be a warrior.”

“A warrior?” Alexandra’s lips curved up.. She found this boy interesting. “Why?”