Page 51 of His Stolen Queen
I glanced behind me and spied a figure striding toward me. His body was illuminated by the glow of the moon. My breath hitched before picking up speed, and I turned fully to face him.
He wore a long overcoat that fluttered behind him in the gentle breeze as he prowled my way. A plain white shirt and black trousers finished his simple wear.
As he drew closer, I felt no fear. Only peace. The loudness in my mind quietened, and the twist that had been sitting in my gut since I woke started to unfurl. I knew instantly who he was to me.
But when he was near, and I finally had my first glimpse of his face, a startled gasp escaped my lips. I dropped to my knees, my head bowed and my heart pounding.
"Alice." His voice was gentle; a balm to soothe my damned soul. "Stand."
I shook my head, keeping my face away as a mark of respect. "You're the King of Eiriau," I whispered reverently.
"No."
I felt him bend until he was almost level with me. I could hear his command, willing me to look. But I kept my head down, my mind unable to believe that this powerful being was mine. He touched my chin, and I felt his power run through me. There was absolutely no denying what he was to me. His touch had sealed the deal. I was his, and he was mine.
With a gentleness that didn't match the violence I knew him capable of, he lifted my face until our eyes met. My breath sucked in when I was struck by the full force of his beauty. He had the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. His gaze searched my features; their depths steeped in awe and hunger.
"I am your mate. And you are my Alice. My Queen."
He bent his head, and our lips met. His taste burrowed inside my bones, sinking deep through my veins until it was impossible to think of a time when he hadn't been mine. His flavor was heady, seductive, sweet, and intoxicating. I wanted to bottle it and sip from it for eternity.
"You do not need to," Acheron Angelou murmured. He leaned his forehead against mine. "You can have my taste whenever you feel like it."
And just like that, his mind opened to me, and I almost fell back on my ass with the wave of emotion that empowered me. Love. Joy. Peace. Tenderness. Possessiveness.
He swiftly lifted me up in his arms, my hands immediately clutching his neck. With one last lingering kiss, I held on tight before we disappeared into the night.
***
Alice, 25 years old.
"Oh god, Acheron, I'm going to come!"
I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air. It wasn't the most dignified position for a Queen to be, but it was one that I often found myself in.
Acheron was behind me, his large hands spreading my ass cheeks wide while his mouth ate at me. His tongue licked around my back hole before darting in and out. I would've been scandalized if this were the first time he'd eaten my ass. But it was probably the hundredth.
Not that I minded, given the fact that it made my eyes roll to the back of my head. The cause for this particular form of pleasurable punishment was due to my swooning over a Werewolf in a movie he'd put on. We sometimes liked to watch them just to laugh at the inaccuracies. But when a shirtless actor came on screen, and I’d fanned myself in jest, Acheron had taken personal offense.
"You want a dog? Then I'll fuck you like one."
Okay, maybe I had done it to provoke him. He always treated me like spun gold, with the exception of when he was drinking from me. Then he became absolutely feral.
I gasped when his hand slapped my ass before he lined his cock up to my center and pushed forward. I moaned as he filled me.
"Fuck me, my King. Fuck me hard."
He grabbed my hair and yanked me up as his hips pistoned into me.
"My Queen. My everything."
I screamed as I felt his fangs sink into me. I held on as he fucked me through my orgasm, my head lolling back onto his damp shoulder as ripples of ecstasy coursed through me.
Once he was sated, he flipped me around, not giving me a moment's peace. Not that I needed a breather. My hungry eyes met his, dark and piercing in their need. Blood dribbled down his chin, and I leaned up to lick the trail away before tanglingmy tongue with his. I shoved him hard and kissed my way down his torso before sinking my teeth into his upper thigh. His roar echoed through the walls of our palace.
The staff outside paused for a brief second before resuming their work. They'd heard it all before.
A long time later, I was lounging on his stomach while his fingers traced around my puckered nipple.
