Chapter 8 Mine

• As I watch Isla through the hole, I am reminded that occasionally Rebecca would get me in such a frenzy, I’d have trouble controlling myself in public. She was so beautiful, such a graceful dancer and her intoxicating floral perfume would drive me mad. I’d want to take her into a hallway bathroom and ravage her on the sink during a dinner party. I never did.
• Even in all of those times with my wife when I had trouble controlling myself, never once did I feel the earnestness I feel right now. My cock is so hard, I feel like my suit pants are about to be torn to shreds much like they are when we don’t strip before we shift. I'm feeling the urge to burst into her room.
• I know that I’m liable to scare her, and with my heart pounding in my chest and my dick ready to spring out of my pants, I’ll likely hurt her if I can’t find a way to control myself, but in my mind, she’s lying in there, spread wide open, waiting for me, her hand stroking her pulsing pussy. No, I need her. I need her now. I won’t be able to control myself. The door is no barrier to me, even if it’s locked, and I don’t even bother to knock.
• ***
• Isla
• Lying on the bed for the second night in a row, I look up at the ceiling and try to wrap my mind around where I am, why I’m here, and how I’m going to manage this new assignment I’ve been given. It’s not easy.
• I’ve never been with a man before, and I’m terrified of what it will be like to spend my first night with the king. I would like to think that all of those rumors about him being cruel have more to do with the battlefield than the bedroom, but I have no way of knowing.
• Poppy mentioned earlier that there’s an herbal medicine I can take to help me get over the struggle of following my instincts and giving in to the king in the bedroom. She told me that it will help me with my inhibitions.
• She also said it tastes bitter so it’s best to swallow it in a capsule, which I am also leery of. I often choke on pills. So she suggested we dissolve in a drink. She said it would still be bitter, but not too bad. I will think about it. I would hate to have my first experience tainted by any sort of drug, even if it’s herbal.
• She called it red wolf’s blood, but she said it comes from a plant, and it’s just called that because of the plant it comes from, some form of ginger. I don’t know much about plants; I’ll have to take her word for it. Still staring up at the ceiling, my mind goes back to the time I overheard their conversation.
• Maddox said he would consider taking her, what if he does and ends up making her his Luna? Who is she? Why is she here? And why in the world can’t she be the one to have the king’s baby, then, if she’s truly set to marry him? I’m not so sure. The woman was beautiful, likely an Alpha’s daughter.
• I am no one. Why would anyone want me to carry their child? If the king decides he doesn’t want me after all, I won’t be surprised. He may come into bed me, take one look at my thin little body, and turn around and leave the room.
• Thinking about King Maddox coming into my room to bed me has my mind going to all different sorts of places, though. Once again, I find my heart racing as my hands slide over my body. I want to imagine that he is touching me. Inhaling deeply, I think I smell his cologne. Then… I realize I do smell his cologne.
• That is just before my bedroom door opens. I sit up, my eyes piercing through the darkness of my room.
• A sliver of moonlight leaks in through the curtains, and I can see him. King Maddox is in my room. He’s wearing a pair of suit pants and dropping his tie on the floor as he unbuttons his white shirt, his shoes, and socks left somewhere along the way.
• His eyes are practically glowing in the near darkness as he stares at me, and I can tell by the way his nostrils are flaring and the bulge in his pants exactly what he wants.
• My dreams of a moment ago are about to become a reality. But he seems too aroused, I am afraid. What if he hurts me?
• “Your Majesty?” I ask quietly, but he doesn’t respond, not verbally. He rips his shirt off and tosses it on the floor, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest muscles, which ripple in the moonlight as he climbs onto the bed. Inhaling deeply, I hold my breath, the scent of his woodsy cologne coating my lungs, my eyes focused on his face.
• The look in his eyes makes me think he’s not thinking clearly. His pupils are wide, and his eyes are moving slightly, shifting back and forth. He pulls the blankets down off of my body, revealing the thin light pink nightgown I am wearing.
• That and a pair of silk panties is all I have on, and I feel my nipples harden as the cold air of the room hits them. Or maybe it’s because of the way he is looking at me….
• His mouth crashes down on mine, drawing all of the air out of my lungs, and as he lifts a hand to my breast, I don’t know if I should rip myself away, scream, and try to run, or if I should simply lay back and enjoy it. After all, I do belong to him, don’t I? And his hand feels so good as his thumb rubs against my erect nipple through my nightgown.
• But… I’m also terrified. I don’t know what to do—I’m not sure I’m ready for this. He tastes of wine and something else… something bitter… and as he releases my mouth, his eyes shine down on me, and I know it doesn’t matter whether I’m ready or not. He’s claiming me. The realization of what is happening hits me like a bolt of lightning.
• This is not a simple flirtation or a passing fancy; this is the king, a man who takes what he wants when he wants it.His mouth is hard and insistent, his hands roaming over my body with a fierce possessiveness that leaves me feeling dizzy. I try to protest, to push him away, but he only grips me tighter, his teeth nipping at my lip. At that moment, I know I am his, a conquest claimed in the heat of passion.
• My body betrays me as well as I find myself wanting him, not especially when he's marking me as his. My body responds to his touch with a heat that spreads like wildfire. Every nerve ending is alive, tingling with a hunger that demands to be fed. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, the throbbing ache of my own desire. His hands roam lower, his fingers deftly unlacing my gown, exposing my skin to the cool night air.
• A shudder runs through me as his mouth travels down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. He leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake, each one more urgent than the last. I hold onto him, letting out soft gasps as his mouth roams my body.
• His hands are like a caress and a claim at the same time. Each touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me arch and moan against him. He throws my gown to the floor, and I am left before him in nothing but my undergarments, shivering with a combination of desire and fear. His mouth finds the swell of my breast, and his tongue circles my nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak.
• My breath catches in my throat, and I clutch at his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands. He pulls away from me as he gathers a bundle of my hair which he ties to the back, giving him access to my bare neck.
• He steps back from me, his eyes devouring my exposed flesh. The room is suddenly heavy with desire, thick with the heady scent of lust. He gathers my hair in his hands, the movement slow and deliberate. I tremble as he tugs on my hair, forcing me to arch my back, my breasts thrusting forward.
• “Mine” he growled possessively in a hoarse voice.