Page 35 of Mated to the Crown
“Like you do?” This time it is Nicholas whose voice cuts through.
Everyone turns to see him standing in the doorway of the Chapel. I peek my head out from Malik’s strong chest and watch as Nicholas strides in.
“You have tainted the bloodline. You disapprove of your son’s mate? You disapprove of his shifting abilities. You have plans to poison Isla to overtake the throne. And you think you can just get away with it all?” He stands in front of Sandra, looming over her with his stance. Malik tries to pull away from me but I hold him tight.
“Let him take care of this.” I whisper.
He turns me in his grip, pressing my back against his front. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight and I want him all over again. I can’t wait until we are out of here so I can show him just how much I missed him.
“You dare call me out? At my own son’s wedding?” Her voice sounds like daggers, the way it slices through the air.
“This is a wedding he doesn’t even want. He has his mate. He doesn’t need you. Isla doesn’t need to get poisoned because you want the throne. Don’t you think there is a reason you don’t have the throne? Where is your husband by the way?” He crosses his arms, a smug look on his face as Sandra looks around.
“Yeah, where is Father?” Malik rumbles behind me and I place my hand on his.
“What a shame. Where is Isla? Does she know that you are conducting this marriage? That you are marrying off someone and combining family lines without her approval? She is still the reigning Queen, yes?” Nicholas smirks. More chatter surrounds the audience and a few members stand up, disgusted looks on their face as they walk out.
“Oh, she doesn’t know. Someone better get her.” Nicholas taunts, looking to the door. He counts down. “Three, two.. Ah hello sister.”
I lean forward to see Queen Isla storming through the chapel doors. The crown sits atop her head, her dark hair swirling around it in a low bun. Her dress is long and black with elegant red stitches throughout. She looks pissed. I lean back into Malik more and his arms tighten around me. He leans down and whispers in my ear.
“I supposed we can escape now. Looks like Nicholas has this covered.” His low voice sends a shiver through me and I nod.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, turning in his arms and looking up at him. “I was so worried.”
“I was too, Princess, but I knew you were safe with Nicholas.” The background noise of the screaming and yelling subsides until it feels like it is just Malik and I. I reach up, gently caressing his cheek. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine before spinning me again. “Let’s go.” He growls.
He takes my hand in his and pulls me to the side aisle. I look back, Sandra, Nicholas and Isla are in a yelling match. Guards are surrounding them and cuffing Sandra. Nicholas turns for a half a second, giving us a nod before turning back to the situation.
My heart is racing, the adrenaline of everything crashing down on me as Malik pulls me out the side door and into the cool air. I follow after him, feeling the anxiety and stress melt away as we make our way to the stables. Nobody is inside as we enter and I am thankful for the quiet. There is so much I want to say, to tell him. I want to tell him I accept the mate bond. That I accept him. I want to hear that he still feels the same. Before I can speak he pulls me up into the hay loft where I was just mere hours ago. I climb up the ladder, fumbling slightly over the puffy dress. He pulls me up and immediately into his arms.
“Fuck, you look so good in this dress.” His chest rumbles and I can’t help but smile.
“You look pretty good yourself.” I run my hands down the front of his shirt. He cups my face, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know what you were told. I didn’t want to marry her. My mother said she would kill you if I didn’t. I was waiting for a good time to escape but then was worried you would be stuck in the palace somewhere.” He groans, a frustrated noise. “You really made the best of the situation. Pulling Nicholas in was ballsy.”
“He pulled himself in, actually.” I mutter, grabbing Malik’s shirt and pulling him against me. “Did you feel something the other day? Through the bond when we were apart?” My voice comes out as a whisper and that sly smirk appears on his face.
“Oh, you mean when you touched yourself with thoughts of me?” He kisses down my jaw to just under my earlobe.
My face goes bright red as he pulls away, embarrassment filling me.
“I did too. I imagined it was you.” He nibbles my earlobe.
“So that really happened?” I whisper, feeling like a giddy school girl.
“Oh yes, Princess. But now you are here, I don’t have to imagine.” He growls, pulling me close against him as our mouths crash together again. His hands are all over me, pushing me back into the hay. Normally it would be poking me in the skin, scratching my legs and arms, but I didn’t fucking care. I had Malik back and that was all that mattered.
His mouth trails kisses down my neck to my breasts. He pulls the dress away to take my nipple in his mouth. The hot, wet feeling of his mouth immediately has me arching my back. Fuck, I missed him. I missed this. My hands clutch at his shoulders, wanting him closer to me but he doesn’t stop. His mouth continues down until he hikes up the dress, putting up a blockade so I can’t see him. I whimper, blind as to what he is doing.
His tongue touches my inner thigh, dragging up along the side before disappearing again. My whole body is on fire and not knowing what he is about to do puts me on edge. He does it again to the other thigh before pressing his mouth against my pussy. I am already aching for him but when he lets out a breath and the hot air touches me I can’t hold in my moan. His tongue darts out, pressing flat against me before he slips his fingers into my panties and pushes them to the side.
His tongue moves, swiping up and down my pussy until I can feel the wetness all over. His lips seal around my clit, sucking lightly before he moves his tongue further down and teases my entrance. I press the dress away, trying to watch him but he nips my inner thigh.
“No, you don’t get to watch this.” He growls and I feel the vibration through his mouth. I put my head back and close my eyes, focusing on the way he makes me feel. My core tightens, a spool reeling up the more he touches me. His tongue alternates between teasing my entrance and flicking over my clit. My moans come out more ragged and I clutch at the hay to ground myself.
“Please.” I whimper. “I need you, Malik.”
