Nova’s POV
I woke up to the pounding of a headache, the waves of pain reverberating through my skull. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to will the pain away. But it just seemed to grow more intense with each passing moment. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to drift back to sleep. But the headache was relentless, demanding my full attention.
“Mmm,” I hissed, pressing my hand to my head, I had no idea why I was developing a headache so early in the morning.
I arched my back, trying to get off the bed but I felt a sharp pain in between my legs, stopping me from getting out of bed.
“Wh-what?” I scoffed, trailing my eyes to my legs to see a purple sheet, covering my body. “Huh?” I winched, trying to remember when I changed the white sheet to purple.
But then again, something didn’t seem right. Something seemed off, so I tugged at the sheet, throwing it off my body.
“What the fuck…”
“You’re finally awake!” I heard that voice, that voice I had been dying to hear. That voice made my inside melt like butter. That same voice made my wolf stir without trying so hard.
“Your… Your Majesty?!” I gasped, taking my gaze off my naked body, staring at Prescott who stood by the door with a tray in his hand. His eyes were active, it was as if he had just done what he had never done before.
“Yes, my Queen.” he smiled, his eyes roaming my body as he dragged his feet closer to me. His eyes sparkled, a sly grin was appearing on his lips as he couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs.
“Ahh,” I groaned, dragging the sheet up to my chest as he gently placed the tray of breakfast beside me on the bed.
“Good morning, Your Majesty!” I greeted, moving my gaze away from him.
“Good morning, Mate!” Prescott smiled, his one-sided dimple appeared as he gave me that wired smile.
“Huh?” I arched my brows, not comprehending what he meant by that word, mate. What mate? “Wait… Mate!” I gasped, my mind drifted off to when I was preparing for the duet the previous morning, how Ulrica came to tell me about how his Majesty had been depriving himself of food.
I remembered dashing out of the kitchen, heading to the royal office, going to deliver His Majesty’s breakfast. We bumped into each other, he took me to his office after I trickled my chest with hot coffee. He then took me to his office, I remembered how he left when the physicians came. He apologized for avoiding me for the past few weeks, he let me explain myself and we… We kiss.
I moved my hand to my lips, gently pressing my fingers on my lips as how he came home last night replaced in my head. How we made out and how I felt my wolf stirred to his touch, my wolf howled out, calling him our mate and he marked me right there…
“We made out, and he’s my… My mate?” I groaned, my hand slid down from my mouth, not realizing when the word left my mouth.
“No,” Prescott smirked, he moved a little closer, closing the distance between us on the bed. “We made love, and you’re my mate and my wife!” He added, moving a strand of hair off my face.
“We… We did make love?” my hands trembled as I slid my hand to my leg, trying to feel my opening, but I felt Prescott’s firm hold on my wrist, stopping me from going deeper.
“Let me do it.” he grinned darkly, sliding his hand under the blanket, my sore legs parted, paving the way for his hand.
“Guess my little man was a little hard last night, sorry you can’t remember anything for now.” he smiled, and his smile made my pussy soaked wet, and his gaze on mine made me want to throw myself in his arms and kiss the hell out of him.
Of course, I could remember everything that happened between us last night. How he sucked me as his life depended on it, how he licked my juice and gulped it down his throat like he was licking his ice cream.
I remembered everything, but I couldn’t tell him that. I want him to do it again, I want him to show it to me, to remind me how he did it last night.
I felt his thumb rubbing gently on my clit, I parted my legs a little wider, giving him full access to my lower half.
“Mmm,” I moaned out, my breath hitched and I threw my head back, feeling his thumb on my clit.
“Can you remember now? Can you remember how I went deep inside of you, right here?” he asked, rubbing his fingers on my pussy wall.
“Hmmm,” I nodded, my fingers wrapped around the mug in the tray, holding tightly onto the hot mug.
“I want a fucking answer when I’m talking to you,” he smirked, slapping my pussy wall with just two fingers.
“Mmm,” I moaned out, tears shimmering in my eyes as I felt him slap my pussy again, it felt so good that I wished he would do it again.
“I… I can… I can remember…. Every… Everything.” I stuttered, my breath uneven as I felt his fingers stop moving, he moved out his hand, smiling proudly at me.
“You do remember everything?” he smirked, I nodded shyly, moving my gaze away from him.
“You also do remember that we now had a bond? You’re my mate, my Queen, you’re my mate! You’re the mate I never thought I had!” he exclaimed, moving his hand to my face, and cupping my cheeks in both hands.
“I felt it, and…” I gulped shyly, moving my hand to my neck, rubbing the spot he bit, “you marked me.” I smiled, moving my gaze to the toast and coffee mug in the tray.
“You’re my mate, my Queen! Please, don’t be uncomfortable with me, I can’t seem to bear it when you can’t look me in the eyes.” Prescott whined, I chuckled, moving my face up to stare at him.
After staring at his dreaming eyes for a second, I moved my gaze away, couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. His eyes were so beautiful that I might get lost in his eyes.
“I can’t!” I groaned, dropping my gaze to his lap. My eyes roamed his pants, staring at his bulge through his baggy pants.
“You have to, or I’m going to bend you over and drill your soaked pussy until you cry for me to stop!” he threatened, his voice filled with seriousness as he spoke.
What? Again? Now? He wants to have sex with me after what we did last night? He can’t be serious, right?
“No! Please don’t!” I cried out, my heart was hammering against my chest, I moved my gaze up, meeting up with his eyes, staring back at me.
“I’ll try to meet your gaze, hold it as long as I can,” I smiled, grinning at him. He smiled back at me, his bright eyes meeting mine. The look on his face made my heart flutter, and my wolf stirred happily within me. The connection between us was electric, palpable in the air around us. I felt drawn to him, pulled towards him by an invisible force.
“You should have your breakfast! You wouldn’t want it to turn cold, right, little mate?” he smiled, brushing my hair to the back.
“Oh, no,” I grinned, blushing as I looked down at the tray. “I can’t eat this right now; I just woke up, my breath must be terrible! I need to brush my teeth first.” I felt a bit embarrassed, not wanting to offend him with my morning breath. But at the same time, I was touched that he had brought me breakfast. It was such a sweet gesture. Never had I thought the infamous Lycan King would someday be served my breakfast in bed.
“Who says you can’t have your breakfast without having your mouthwash?” he scoffed, leaning forward, his breath on my cheek made my body shudder. I was already dripping wet just by having his hot breath fanned my bare skin.
“If I can kiss you without caring about your morning breath, can’t you just eat this breakfast without worrying about yours?” he asked, a playful glint in his voice as he spoke.
Kiss? What did he mean by that? He didn’t kiss me while I was sleeping, did he?
“You… You kissed me while I was sleeping?” I asked, moving my face to meet his gaze. He had a playful glint in his eyes as he stared deep into my eyes.
“No. But I’m doing it now,” he smirked.
Now? Now, when? Now how…?
I was still contemplating what he meant when I felt his lips on mine, his hands on my neck as he locked his tongue with mine.
“You’re my mate, little wife! Don’t be ashamed to kiss me anytime, morning breath or not, I would claim your mouth at any time of the day!” I felt Prescott’s hoarse voice groaned in my mind.
I gasped into his mouth in surprise, I could hear him in my head now. I can fucking mind link with him now! Truly, he was my fucking mate!