The King’s Tainted Mate
Chapter 40

She was perfection and she was mine...finally. Delicate and yet sinfully alluring, dragging me deep into her heavenly core. She was as a siren. That creature of the deep that lured sailors to its lair. With the sweetness of its voice and song, it enchanted its victims, coaxing their bewitched minds until she had them trapped within her clutches. And while they waited to indulge in what she'd promised, her fangs and claws turned out to be their reward. Devouring them soul and body while they fought to escape. I was deep in her lair. Lured by her enchanting beauty, intoxicating scent and those bewitching silver eyes. Except I was no sailor and we were no strangers or hunter and prey, but perfect halves of one moon goddess given whole. My mate and I. She'd trapped me, but I longed not to escape. I longed to be devoured by her, body, mind and soul. Her song was but every moan that was my doing. Every touch, every kiss got her singing to my heart's content while her canines and claws sunk into my flesh, pleasuring me and my wolf to no end.

"Shyla" I whispered her name as I dove in, tongue exploring, seeking to kiss her very soul. And the ensuing moans were as music to mine. A rhythm of sexy notes that threatened to drive me insane with need.

Her night gown lay discarded somewhere on the bedroom's floor as were my own garments, leaving me with the glorious sight of my mate's perfect body. Mine to take in, to explore, to devour...

"So beautiful..." An appreciative growl tore from my lips, earning myself a sexy purr from my mate's wolf. My own wolf howled in my head in response, pride lacing his incredible sound and I longed to join him. To howl until the whole of Xatis heard. Until the entire kingdom knew that she was finally mine. Until they knew that the one my heart longed for now lay in bed, pleasured by their alpha, but I settled for another taste of my mate's lips instead. Drowning in the taste of her mouth as my hands explored her perfect curves. I'd seen naked maidens before, explored their curves too, but none had ever driven me to the brink of insanity as my mate's body did. None had left me panting, desiring, thirsting, lusting... None had my blood on a constant rush, pulsing to no end, seeking release. And the more I beheld her, the more I realized how drunk I must have been that night at the inn. The encounter had been more than satisfying no doubt, but it was by no means anything in comparison to this. For if it were, even a fraction of it, I would have simply not let her go after a single round of pleasure.

I diped my head, lips replaceing the inners of her thighs and she trembled, much to my satisfaction. The action spurring me on as I left featherlight kisses that only made her tremble even more.

"Y-Your majesty..." Breathless, she pleaded. I would have demanded that she call me by name too, but the way she sinfully addressed me by my title while bucking her hips against my lips, bringing the scent of her need so close I could taste it, kept my mouth dry. "I-" She circled her hips, hands fisting in my hair, her core brushing against my lips ever so lightly, but enough to drive me insane. To abandon my own plan of attack and just dive in. I had been aiming to tease, to coax until she was begging, but that would have to wait as my mouth that was dry got deliciously wet as I licked and grabbed and indulged in the sweet flow of her desire. "Y-Your maje- Elian-ahh..." The sound of my name dripping from her lips, coated by pleasurable moans did nothing to tame my insanity or my own raging need as I thrust even deeper. Tongue flickering, licking, exploring, pleasuring until I could taste the pulsing of her core. Hot and rushed, matching her quickened breath and furiously beating heart.

Claws sunk in my flesh as the most beautiful growl tore from her lips, singing of my subtle conquest.

"I've got you baby." I watched with satisfaction and pride as she shattered in my hands. By my hands or more specifically, my tongue. Breathless, flushed and thoroughly sated. A sight that had me puffing up with pride and wishing I could stand on the highest mountain and brag of my conquest.

"Uh...your majesty...we have a problem." Rakon hesitantly spoke into my mind link, making me curse myself for leaving it open.

"I'm busy, take care of it." I hissed when those delicate hands reached out and rubbed my entire length as they coaxed me forward, eager to return the favour. Her shyness enchanted me, but these moments of boldness... every time she grabbed, pulled and moved in invitation, she set me on fire. Desire raged, consuming every nook and crevice of my body, leaving me undone and thinking twice about choosing not to bury myself in her.

"Elian..." She pleaded and I wished for nothing more than to grant her wish, but I couldn't. After the emotional night she'd had, riding a wave as intense as the one she'd just ridden and in her condition, I would be a selfish animal if I did not let her have a moment's rest. I claimed her mouth instead, plunging right back in and relishing the ensuing moans that escaped her beautiful mouth that was almost sinful to behold.

Rakon insisted. "I sort of can't...it's something that needs your-"

"Unless Xatis is burni-" I paused, taking the moment to relish the sight of my mate as she lay under me, eyes closed, mouth slightly open no doubt lost in the pleasure of my kisses. "You know what? Whatever it is, I do not wish to hear it." "It's your queen, she's-"

"Especially not of her!" I growled.

"But she's-Elian-damn it! I shut down before Rakon could say something that would really force me to end this pleasurable journey and hurt Shyla one more time.

Unknown to me was that the journey had ended still, except it had done so under terms that were more than acceptable to me. The look of pure ecstasy on my mate's face brought me immense satisfaction as I beheld her form that had slipped into a peaceful slumber.

My heart skipped a beat too at the sight and I found myself craving for more. Not just having her in my bed and pleasuring her as I had every intention to, making her mine completely. I longed to earn her trust. She'd accepted me, but I was not oblivious to the main reasons why. If Liira was truly right too, mine would be the task to not let that glimmer of hope dim for any reason.

And as the sun's rays peeked behind the heavy curtains, promising tons for the day, I made promises of my own to my sleeping beauty.