Page 100 of The Dark War

She wrapped them tightly like the perfect queen she was, my pierced cock sliding in her deliciously wet cunt. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” My lips grazed her ear, pinning her to the wall. Her hand went around my wrist, squeezing it tightly.

“Do you like it when I squeeze your neck? Letting you know I’m in charge?” She groaned. Her fingers tightened, and her hard tits pushed into my bare skin. Her pussy spasmed, clamping down on my engorged cock.

“You do like it.” I pushed in deeper and pulled out again. Thrusting into my mate, I let her feel my rhythm, and she became closer. My cock slid deliciously easy between her folds. As she got close to her orgasm, I pulled out before she fell into oblivion.

“No,” she whined until I gave her a sharp slap on the thigh. “Turn around, let me see that pretty little ass, then maybe you can come.”

Finding a stool, I set her tiny feet on top of it, having her lean over with her breasts to the wall. “What a beautiful ass you have, My Queen. It would look better with my hand prints all over it.” She wiggled her ass, her tantalizing, beautiful, white ass until I smacked it again.

“Fuck yes, beautiful.” My cock slid into her pussy, my torso laying on her back and my hand gripping the front of her throat. The delightful moan falling from vocal cords vibrated in my hand.

My thrusts grew frantic, my ball sack tightening, slapping her skin until we both came with a sickening roar. We panted, pulling ourselves up until I pushed her back to the wall.

“Don’t clean up.” I tickled her throat with my rough fingertips, admiring the pretty marks I left with my mouth. “You can put on your dress, but you leave that cum inside you until it falls down your leg,” I ordered. Clara smirked, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Really?” Her eyes widened. “Why do you want me to do that?” she asked innocently.

“So every wolf here knows my scent is not just on your body, but inside,” I purred, lifting her back in my arms.

“You are so dirty, Alpha.” She kissed my lips. “I like it,” she whispered.

Clara was more put together than I was when we emerged from the closet. Her dress was completely on and not a hair out of place. I, on the other hand, had half my tunic untucked and my pants untied.

A foot tapping from Eden greeted us on the other side of the door. “What have you been do—” She paused. “Oh, goddess, Clara.” Eden waved her hand to get the smell away.

“You just did it before the ceremony. Could you not wait?”

“Nope!” Clara chirped, holding onto my arm. “We plan on staying in the honeymoon phase for a long time.” She looked up at me longingly. I kissed her lips again, only for Eden’s face to soften.

“That’s good then.” She smiled. “Your father and I have plenty of hiding spots in the palace. I’m sure you both will find your own too,” she joked. “Now get back out there and tend to your guests.” Clara did a mock salute and dragged me back into the crowd.

The blue moon had reached well into the sky, some dispersing into their homes for the night. The few left were the orcs who continued to be taught by unmated wolves and elves how to dance. They all laughed with too much ambrosia in their bellies, and their excitement continued to float into the distance as they went to the local watering hole.

“I hope they don’t hurt themselves,” Clara murmured as we slow-danced. “Maybe I should go check on them.” She dropped her hands to leave, but I pulled her back in my arms. Touching my forehead to hers, I shook my head. “You can’t babysit the entire kingdom, love.”

She wrapped her arms around me and continued to dance until my mother came to give us Evelyn. Her body was curled like a small pup in her arms. “I’m going to put her to bed,” she whispered, but I quietly took her from my mother.

“We’ve got her, thanks,” I mumbled, holding Evelyn with one arm, her head in the crook of my neck, and my mate in the other. I had my tiny little family right where I wanted them, in my sight. My mom smiled, waving us off until we were the last couple dancing.

Clara yawned, laying her head on my chest. “I’m so happy it’s over.” She sniffed, her hand rubbing the now opened white tunic and rolled sleeves.

“Now things can get quiet around here.”

I chuckled, feeling Evelyn stir at the voice of her mother. “For a little while, anyway,” I mentioned. “This one is going to keep us on our toes.” Evelyn yawned, only to curl back into my neck.

“Hmm, yeah, but I think it will be easier to handle her rather than a whole war,” she mumbled.

“All I know is, when she hits puberty, she’s yours.” I scoffed. Clara playfully slapped my arm, giggling.

“At least we know our story isn’t over yet.” She nuzzled into me. My arm gripped her tighter as the last harp music played.

“Far from it, baby, because you and our family are forever.”

Chapter Fifty-four

Epilogue

Thedeskoftheking was littered with reports and papers. Each parchment was more critical than the last. Each ‘t’ crossed and ‘i’ dotted to perfection. The small quill in his hand barely let his fingers grip it tight enough so he could sign his name due to his massive size.

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