Page 61 of Red

Queen.

I like the sound of that.

When we reach the castle, not that many beings are around, and it would be a good moment for a tour. Which we skip entirely, too horny for each other to remain contained.

As we pass a werewolf and female vampire couple, they bow to Alex. “My Lord.”

My brain immediately disconnects. I have to physically stop to squeeze my legs together.

He looks at me, his eyes intense, making me feel even hotter. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me through the hallway.

“You are such a naughty girl!” he growls. “Almost everyone here has supernatural senses.I don’t want them to smell what’s mine!”

“My Lord, you’re being ridiculous!” I laugh.

He pins my back to the wall with my hands above my head as he leans over me.

“What am I supposed to do with you now?”

I bat my eyelashes at him. “As I promised, anything you want is yours.” I glance between us to see his emerging erection, growing fast. “And who’s being naughty here?”

There’s still so much blood on his torso, but I only find it sexier. The way I’m obsessed with him is indescribable.

He yanks me into a room, which turns out to be his chamber. Inside, the opulence of gold and antique luxury speaks volumes.

Well, he’s a king, alright.

I can’t believe this whole time he made me think we would be living in the deep woods or something. Maybe he was just testing me?

There are extra-high ceilings, and furniture large and sturdy enough to accommodate his size. Dark wood paneling, checkered marble flooring, an enormous, shiny chandelier, a wall full of windows adorned with velvet curtains, and a custom-made four-poster canopy bed draped in expensive fabrics—all combined give off spooky vibes that I instantly become a fan of.

“How about a bath?” he proposes.

I agree with a nod and follow as he moves to the double doors that lead into the private bathroom. It looks like a little bath house with a deep, pool-like tub built into the ground.

He draws the hot water, pouring some oils, before he removes my clothes. Then, he places me inside, taking a seat right behind me, and we mutually wash each other.

“I used to be obsessed with the Northern Lights. Funny to think you were always here,” I confess. “Did you know?”

“Not at all. Similarly to males, females born of my kind need to reach their fertility peek for the wolf gene to kick in and be recognizable to their mates. Once the pheromones are detected, it’s impossible to resist the attraction.”

Maybe one would think there’s no free will in such compulsion… But heisexactly right for me; there’s no denying that.

“Is that why my birth control doesn’t work anymore? Because I’ve matured enough?”

“Correct.”

Then I get a revelation. “If there’s no moon here, how will I know when not to engage into any baby-making action with you?”

He chuckles. “Trust me, you’ll know.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. It feels like every day is a full moon for me.” I turn to face him, now straddling him.

“Do you know how attractive you are?”

“Yeah.” I grip his rigid cock that’s peaking from underneath the water, gently throbbing.

He’s purring in his sort of manner, tasting the skin along my neck, while he whispers more compliments against my skin.

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