Chapter 424-The Alpha King Fingered Me

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After working on his laptop for a while, even Ragnar finally set it aside.

Strange thoughts kept circling through my head, but I decided to close my eyes and lie back for a little while.

The moment I settled into the seat, the haze in my head grew even heavier.

Without thinking, my hand drifted between my legs and slipped inside my pants.

The second my fingers touched my shaved pussy, a wave of relief rushed through me.

My other hand braced against the seat as I began to grind against nothing, rubbing myself without even realizing what I was doing.

I had completely lost track of where I was.

The heat had gotten so unbearable that, for a moment, I forgot I was sitting in the Alpha King’s car with him right there beside me.

I didn’t even realize when my moans had grown so loud that the sound of my own voice seemed to silence everything around me.

My finger had barely reached my entrance when I caught Ragnar’s scent so close that I jolted, snapping my eyes open and turning my head toward him.

Embarrassment flooded through me when I realized he wasn’t just watching me. He had shifted closer.

Slowly, I pulled my hand out from between my legs and swallowed hard.

"Actually, I..." I started, trying to explain, but Ragnar reached over and pressed a finger gently against my lips, silencing me.

"You don’t need to say anything," he whispered.

Then he moved even closer.

"I can help you."

He leaned toward my ear and murmured the words so softly that the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I knew I needed to stop him. I desperately wished I could summon enough strength to do it, but my body refused to cooperate.

Before I could gather myself, his hand slipped inside my pants.

"No, I think it’s okay," I barely managed to whisper, allowing his large hand to slip inside my pants.

He cupped my pussy and moved even closer, adjusting himself before wrapping his other arm around my shoulders and easing me back against him.

At that point, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, making me turn my face toward him.

Our faces were only inches apart.

His eyes were such a fucking beautiful color that they seemed to gleam like diamonds even in the darkness.

When I didn’t answer, he slowly began moving his fingers over my pussy, rubbing in gentle circles that made my pussy lips part beneath his touch.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his arm, spreading my legs wider to give his fingers easier access.

His hand was so large and bony that it felt like it could completely engulf my pussy.

Then he positioned the tip of his middle finger at my entrance.

With one firm thrust, he slid the entire finger inside me, making my whole body jolt.

I jumped so violently that my head nearly hit the roof of the car.

"Nightmare?"

Ragnar’s voice came from beside me, exactly where he had been sitting before I fell asleep.

I looked at him, then immediately glanced down at myself.

Thankfully, both of my hands were beside my body, nowhere near my pants.

It had only been a dream.

No, not a dream. A fucking nightmare.

"Yeah," I replied awkwardly, biting down on my bottom lip as I shifted closer to the window.

A soft pitter-patter of rain tapped against the glass and windshield.

Then Ragnar chuckled.

My head snapped toward him.

It wasn’t a normal laugh either. There was something strange about it, almost as though he knew something I didn’t.

At that point, I couldn’t even bring myself to ask what was so funny because I had no idea what else I might have done or said while dreaming.

All I knew was that I felt so fucking embarrassed.

And the idiot actually laughed.

Of course he had to make it worse.

I awkwardly settled back into my seat, my fists still clenched at my sides.

Strangely enough, after that fucking nightmare, my body had calmed down quite a bit.

Not completely, but enough for me to notice the difference.

"Driver, there’s a motel further down the road. Stop there. We’re staying for the night. If the rain gets any heavier, we might not find another place to stay for the next few hours."

Ragnar spoke directly to the driver while I silently prayed there would be at least two separate rooms available.

The car eventually came to a stop, and the driver got out to speak with the motel manager while Ragnar and I remained inside.

The silence between us was painfully awkward.

Neither of us said a word.

A few minutes later, the driver returned, climbed back into the car, and turned toward Ragnar.

"Your Highness, there are only two rooms available. One is on the top floor with a single bed. The other is a suite on the ground floor overlooking the river, but it only has one large bed."

I quietly let out a breath of relief.

So I would obviously take the room upstairs with the single bed.

"All right. You take the room upstairs," Ragnar told the driver. "We’ll manage downstairs. We’ll stay in the suite."

My head snapped toward him.

"Of course we’re not going to make him sleep in the car and freeze to death, are we?" Ragnar added, apparently catching the look on my face.

His tone came out sharper than necessary.

"Of course. You’re right," I replied awkwardly.

The driver pulled the car directly in front of the suite before getting out and quickly grabbing my bags, while Ragnar carried his own.

I climbed out and hurried under the shelter as the driver unlocked the door for us.

Once we stepped inside, my bags were placed on one side of the bed and Ragnar’s on the other.

And I couldn’t help wondering how the hell we were supposed to share one bed.

It didn’t matter how big it was.

There was no fucking couch, only two single chairs near the window, and I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping on either of them.

From the look of those chairs, if Ragnar sat on one for more than three hours, he’d probably break it with his big ass.