Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Cassius catches my eye across the table. I can tell he’s thinking the same thing.
It’s time to mark our girl.
“Should we move on to the throne room?” he throws out casually.
“I’d like to see it,” Vaela says, placing her napkin on the table.
I get up and pull out her chair. Cassius offers his hand as our mate stands.
“Such gentlemen,” she whispers.
“Not for long,” I growl under my breath.
She grins as she gives me a knowing look.
We each take one of her soft, delicate hands and guide her to the throne room. The doors rise up ahead of us, tall and iron-banded. I push them open easily and the princess drags her hand along my bicep as she walks in, gasping at the vast room.
It has the tallest ceilings in the castle with long banners hanging down the stone walls. It’s mostly empty with three prominent thrones on the raised dais on the far side of the room. For too long, the middle throne has been empty. No longer.
Our queen has arrived.
We keep our heated eyes on her as she glides into the room, spinning around as she looks up at the vaulted ceiling. Her neck is extra exposed as she raises her chin and I can feel both of our wolves growling in anticipation. It’s been killing them to have her here without our marks on her neck. Teasing them like this is just being cruel.
I close the heavy doors and lift the large beam into the brackets, locking them. No one will interrupt us in here. Not tonight.
We can do whatever we like, just the three of us.
Cassius and I share a dark look as we follow Vaela over to the thrones. She drags her hand along the red velvet material as she admires the carvings along the armrests and back.
“Is it to your liking, Princess?” Cassius asks.
“It’s beautiful,” she says. “Fit for a queen.”
“Fit for you, I hope,” I say.
She smiles at us with those adorable blushing cheeks. I never knew beauty like this existed in the world until I saw her. I’m finding it more and more impossible to look away whenever she’s in the room.
“Have a seat,” Cassius says as we walk up the steps. “See how it feels.”
She takes a deep breath as she tucks her dress under her legs and carefully sits down. We both watch in awe as our queen’s throne is finally filled. There’s no one more perfect for the job than her.
“I’m glad it’s you,” I say, kneeling in front of her. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
“Aww,” she says as Cassius kneels down on her other side. We each take one of her hands. “I’m glad it’s me too.”
She leans forward and kisses my mouth. I moan as I taste her sweetness mixed with the bloodberry wine from dinner. Our tongues tangle as I cup her jaw and pull her closer, careful not to be too rough.
Kissing her is my new favorite thing in the world. After a long moment, she pulls back just enough to catch her breath. Her eyes are glassy as she looks at my mouth, her lips all puffy and red.
She turns, and Cassius doesn’t wait. He cups her jaw and draws her mouth to his, groaning low in his chest the second their lips meet.
“Gods,” he whispers against her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this all through dinner.”
She smiles and continues the kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair.
I stay kneeling by her side, my hand sliding up her bare calf as I watch them. My wolf paces under my skin, restless and hungry to put his mark on her.
There’s no jealousy as I watch them—only desperate need. She’s ours. Both of ours. And tonight, on this throne built for a queen who finally has a name, we’re going to make sure she knows it.
Her legs part as I slide my hand up under her dress. I continue over her trembling knee and onto her soft thigh. I feel the heat as I get closer. Her pussy is smelling so hot and ready, it makes my mouth water.
My wolf growls inside as I reach her damp mound. She shivers and moans as I slide my fingers up her sex, trying to stop myself from ripping her pretty purple dress to shreds.
Meanwhile, she’s still kissing Cassius as he reaches down and slides his hand into her dress, pulling one breast out at a time. I stare at her perfect pink nipples and take one into my mouth as I grab her panties and pull them down her legs.
“Yes,” she moans as she slides her hand into my hair, holding my mouth against her chest. I drag my tongue across her hard nipple and kiss the soft flesh around it.
When I’ve coated both of her breasts with my mouth, I turn my attention back down to her lower half. The heady scent of her lust fills my lungs as I pull her dress up her thighs.