The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

Dem pushed me against the wall and our lips clashed together. I felt hot inside, as if something was igniting inside me. I leaned into the kiss, my fingers in his hair. I wanted him close to me, as close as possible. His arms were tight around me. It did not matter.

No matter how close we were, I would always want him to pull me even closer.

Being with him now was just like when I had been with him for the first time. I knew I would love him, whether I admitted it or not. And I knew he would take me to the pinnacle of pleasure.

I wanted him to rip my nightgown off. I wanted him to fuck me against the world- hard and rough. I wanted him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Only then, I would be satisfied.

"You're mine," he whispered in my ear as his lips left mine. "Always mine."

I loved it when he said I was his. His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck. I stiffened up, a soft moan leaving my mouth. We had done it so many times now, still he made me feel all fired up. I wanted him now. I wanted him inside me.

"Shh," Dem whispered in my ear as a I let out a loud moan. "You will wake the kids. Now, we don't want Dion walking in on us."

That would be traumatizing for both Dion and us. I did not know about Dem, but I would have a hard time showing my face to my kid if he walked in on us.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I murmured.

"You talk like we are strangers in a forbidden relationship. We are husband and wife, Blue. Of course, we should be doing this."

"That's not what I mean."

"If you don't want to, just say so."

"I do… But…"

But he had already put his mouth on mine. His lips moved against mine in symphony. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue inside. He started fondling my breast from under my nightgown. I had not even noticed when he freed my breasts; I had been too engrossed in the kiss.

"Relax," he said as he moved his lips away from mine. "We have done it so many times." That was true, but it did not stop me from shuddering with excitement every time he touched me.

Dem kissed my earlobe and sucked on it. It was a strange thing to do, but it felt good. There was a tingling sensation when his hair touched my neck and face, which only added to the excitement.

'Please, I hope my kids don't wake up. I want a moment with my husband. Just for a little while, I want it to be the two of us only.'

I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his neck. He went almost rigid.

"Fuck me," I whispered.

And he obliged.

***

When I woke up, it was morning and I was in our bed again. Dem was not there, neither was Dion. By the looks of it, Demian was not in his crib either. Dem must have taken them with him so I could get some decent sleep.

It was midday, most probably. I slept for a long time. I had been tired. My hips felt heavy and I was sore all over. Dem had been rough. No wonder there.

He was usually rough, but he was rougher when we had not had sex in a while. Honestly, I preferred him that way. I did not like the gentle touch much. I wanted to be treated meanly in bed.

That was my kink.

I rang for the maids. The maids came and helped me bathe. Then, they dressed me up. I was so used to wearing revealing clothes now that it felt strange not to wear that kind of thing. I never imagined myself to be able to be confident enough to wear the kind of dresses I wore now. I must say it was more about not caring what others thought of me than gaining confidence.

Or perhaps, it was a kind of confidence after all. Mostly, it was about power. I was the Queen. I could wear whatever the hell I wanted.

"Where is Dion?" I asked as they did my hair. I had not asked earlier because I was not worried about him or Demian.

"With His Highness, Your Highness," one of the maids said. I did not bother trying to remember any of their names. It was much better if I kept my distance like I was supposed to. A Queen was not supposed to get close to any of her maids. If I did, they would get a chance to use me, or betray me. I could not afford to give anyone that kind of chance.

Not again. "Prince Demian is with Lord Evan."

Well, Demian seemed to not cry with Evan. He might even like Evan. That was something new. Demian hated everyone. I never thought it was possible for a child to hate someone, especially a child as small as Demian, but Demian proved me wrong. He would look at you with disdain; yes, it was possible for him to look at someone like that.

He was small but rather spiteful.

"His Highness told us to tell you that Lady Evelyn has come back," another maid said. She was doing my nails.

"What?" I cried. I moved suddenly and my maid cut the skin around my nail a little bit. It had started bleeding.
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"My goodness, my apologies, Your Highness!"

"Where is Evelyn? Why didn't you tell me before?" I was outright angry now.

"His Highness told us to remain silent about it until you got ready."

'Fuck you, Dem!'

"Take me there! Now!"

When I would get hold of Demetrius, I was teaching him a lesson. He could not play such games with me. It was not fair.