Page 24 of Mated to the Crown
“Yes, my good girl? Look at you, taking my cock.” I growl, pulling her nipple with my teeth before kissing her again. “You are doing so fucking good.”
“Please.” She whimpers again. “Make me come.” Her arms tighten around me and I let my sense of control disappear. I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping against eachother fills the cottage. Her wails and moans spur me on further. I feel it building deep within my core until my balls tighten and I know I’m going to send my seed into her.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her breathless response is the last thing I needed. I pound into her as I pull her nipple into my mouth. I bite down and she goes over the edge with me right along with her. Her body pulses around me. I groan as she screams my name. Her body stays rigid, caught up in the after effects of her orgasm as I slow my movements.
I release her nipple, licking it and kissing back up her chest to lay a soft kiss on her forehead. Both of us are breathing heavily, sweat glistening on our skin. The cottage smells of sex and chicken and dumplings. I let out a chuckle, what an odd combination.
“Malik… that was…” She trails off and I take the moment to pull out of her. I look down at our mess staining the couch. Turning her face to me she has a beautiful red on her lips and pink dotting her cheeks.
“Look at you, so fucking pretty after you come.”
“I feel the bond now.” She smiles and reaches for me, cupping my face in her hands.
CELESTE
Not only was that the best sex of my life, I did feel the bond too. Something in my chest bloomed in the middle of what we had just done. Something opened, connecting me to him. I could feel his emotions. I could feel his aura. It spurred me on in the most erotic ways. I felt his lust, his love, his happiness with what we had just done. I could feel his pleasure.
“I feel the bond now.” I whisper. He looks down at me, running his nose against my cheek.
“Really? What does it feel like?” His voice is low and husky.
I pull my shirt down, covering up my body, suddenly feeling self conscious. I smile when I feel his frustration through the bond.
“You are frustrated I would cover myself.” I give him a half smile. “I can feel what you feel. I could feel your pleasure and it… I don’t know. It turned me on so much.” I admit. The pulse through the bond of how much I turned him on, of how muchpleasure he got from the things he was doing to me and the way I was making noises was such a new kink I didn’t realize I had.
“I don’t want you to ever feel self conscious around me. I love your body, but we will get there.” He smiles, brushing some hair from my face. “We should probably check on the soup though.” He peeks his head up from the couch. “Actually, shit.”
He hops up and runs over, turning the burner down just as I hear it bubbling over. I sit up and look at him standing in the kitchen in just a shirt. I could definitely get used to this. To us. His body is even defined from behind. His calves curve with his muscles, his ass tight with a slight curve. He turns and strides back to the couch, laying down on me and giving me the softest kiss.
“Do you want to shower and I’ll finish up dinner?” The way his body pressed against mine sends so many sparks through me and I let out a whimper.
“If I stay here we will fuck again.” I whisper.
“Nothing wrong with that, Princess.” He smirks and kisses me again before standing up and holding out a hand. “But we need to eat first.”
I reach out, pulling myself up. He pulls me into his chest, tilting my head up with a finger on my chin. I feel the emotions down the bond. The security he is sending, the comfort and acceptance. He tilts his head slightly before pressing his forehead against mine.
“You are worth happiness. I will prove that to you. Now go shower so I can fill you up again.” He spins me and smacks my ass before pushing me away. I roll my eyes but find my way to the shower as my lips turn into a smile.
I could get used to this. I quickly shower, stepping out of the small bathroom wrapped in a towel. I go into the bedroom where he threw our bags earlier and change into a t-shirt and loose fitting pants. When I return he has our food in bowls, thesmell filling the room is so heavenly. I pull my wet hair up into a messy bun and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. My front is against his back but I kiss below his shoulder blades anyway.
“Feel better?” He asks. I nod and we head to the table to eat.
The rest of the night passes quickly. We eat our dinner and I compliment him on his cooking skills. Seriously, it was so delicious I don’t know how I have never heard of it before. The fluffy, pillowy biscuits mixed with the creamy soup. Chef’s kiss.
He tells me about what he knows about shifters, which isn’t too much in terms of mating. Most of the time they continue on in a Royal family, living their life in the confines of a palace or castle to hide the secret. I scrunch up my nose, still confused why they would want to hide it in the first place. Then I remember how I reacted. Maybe chaos was better hidden.
“Wait. Come here?” I ask, reaching out for him. He had put clothes back on but I pull up the sleeve of his shirt and gasp. “The tattoo.” Now it is complete except for a small portion. It swirls around his arm, accenting the muscles in his bicep. Small dots and marks travel in between the lines until it ends just above his elbow. The end fades, almost like it was forgotten.
I pull up my sleeve and look at the similar tattoo before turning to look at him.
“What does that mean?” I ask, my voice low. Was this a problem that it was so public that we were mates now? He reaches out, tracing his fingers down my tattoo before cocking his head to the side.
“Honestly, I don’t know much about the tattoos. It seemed to only complete when we did things. Maybe that was part of connecting the bond? I wonder what the last part is though.” His fingers stop at the bottom, his thumb rubbing the spot gently. “Hmm.”
I focus on the thread of the bond, trying to figure out if he is upset with this. He seems content, not mad or angry but not necessarily happy either. He pulls his hand from my shoulder and tips my chin up with his fingers.
