A GENTLE FORCE WAS pushing on Aida’s shoulder as she slept. She grumbled and mumbled something incoherent. The force tried again, this time poking her cheek. Aida stirred and let out a cry of surprise when she saw a maid standing over her bed intently. “I’m sorry, My Lady I didn’t mean to startle you.”
With her hair somewhat askew and her silk nightgown, she sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“The King has returned My Lady.”
“If he’s returned, why did you wake me up?”
The maid fidgeted with her fingers. “He’s in the hospital.” Her eyes widened with fear and she scrambled to get out of bed. The maid stepped back just in time, to avoid being barreled by the Queen who was racing around looking for her robe.
She didn’t bother putting on a bra or even shoes, before she turned to the maid and said, “take me to him.” The round faced girl nodded and walked quickly out the bedroom to get the guards. Aida’s feet almost froze as they ran hurriedly across the lawn and towards the hospital. Yelling could be heard the moment the Queen and her soldiers entered the pack hospital. It was a voice she knew all too well.
“Fifth door on your left My Lady,” a nurse said hurriedly when she saw the Queen. She nodded her head and walked away, the train of her robe trailing behind her. When she opened the door, Draco was yelling insults at everyone who came near him.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty but we need to do an x-ray to make sure everything heals properly—your patella tendon was completely ripped off moments ago.”
“Well of course it healed properly, I’m a Lycan God!”
“Draco,” the Queen murmured softly. The two males turned around, both looking happy to see her for different reasons. She walked forward and perched herself at the end of his hospital bed.
The King outstretched his arms for her, but she shook her head firmly, her eyes stern.
“Dr. Hanigen is going to do what he needs to do to make sure you’re okay and you’re not going to fight him or anyone else. Do you understand me?”
The King grumbled under his breath and the Queen cocked an eyebrow.
“Do you have something to say to me because I won’t hesitate to sedate you myself and force Dr. Hanigen to do the x-ray.”
“Fine,” he growled out.
“Fine what? Fine I’ll sedate you or fine you’ll comply and be nice.”
“I’ll be nice,” he said through gritted teeth.
The King barred his canines at her mocking tone, but it didn’t seem to affect the Queen one bit.
“I’ll be here when you get back.” Moving away from the bed, she began to pace the room. Fifteen minutes went by before the Queen was in the presence of another person, that person being her stubborn mate.
He was on both feet a scowl etched onto his face and the doctor was trailing along behind him.
“Dr. Hanigen,” the Queen said respectfully.
“Your Majesty, your knee is going to be fine—”
“I told you,” Draco muttered under his breath. He found himself cowering under the Queens gaze.
“However, it may take a day or two to heal completely. It’s going to be an uncomfortable evening for you so I’ll give you some pain meds and only take two every six hours and make sure to put a compression sleeve and some ice on it to reduce the swelling.”
“Thank you for all your help Dr. Hanigen,” Aida smiled at him to which the doctor blushed. She placed a friendly kiss on his cheek before plucking the white paper bag off of the table.
“Did you say thank you to Dr. Hanigen?” Aida said when she turned around to see Draco walking behind her.
He didn’t respond.
“Go say thank you.”
“Thank you,” Draco said gruffly. His appreciation, or lack thereof, caught the doctor by surprise but the King had stomped off before he could even say ‘you’re welcome.’ The King and Queen walked out of the hospital in silence, their guards, falling into line right beside them. “Sweetheart,” Draco murmured quietly, but she ignored him. He tried again but still she refused to acknowledge him. His pace quickened and his long fingers reached out to grab her wrist. “Sweetheart please,” he pleaded with her to show him some form of affection.
Aida turned on her heel to face him, the concrete feeling rough without her shoes on. She opened her mouth to say something and then roughly slammed it shut.
“We’ll talk later.” She wriggled her hand, attempting to get it out of his own, but he gripped her tightly as if he were afraid she would slip away. With a huff, Aida let her hand go limp before they resumed walking to the palace. “See you tomorrow,” she murmured to the guards before walking inside the house. Dropping his hand she walked up the stairs and towards the bedroom they shared.
“Are you going to talk to me or are you going to continue being annoyed?” He watched from the doorway as Aida began to angrily fluff and prop up pillows. “Celeste, Sweetheart,” he walked forward quickly, grabbed her by the arm, and spun her around to face him. “Stop, look at me,” he gripped her chin. “Talk to me.” His thumb brushed away the tears that managed to slip down her face, “please.”
Aida drew in a shaky breath and looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face. “A maid woke me up this morning,” she shook out her hair. “She said you were in the hospital.” Aida sniffled and stepped out of his hold. “I ran out, without my shoes, so imagine my surprise when I find you sitting up right yelling at people.”
Draco looked down, something clenching inside his chest.
“And then you want to hold my hand and act like you don’t know why I’m upset!” Aida’s chest was heaving up and down, her breathing harsh and loud. “No,” she shook her head at her mate. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
But Draco ignored her and looped an arm around her waist, dragging her resisting body to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered repeatedly in her ear. “Fuck, Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I told them to tell you that I was in the hospital but that I was fine.” Draco felt himself sigh with relief when she wrapped her arms around his torso.
Leaning her chin against his chest, Aida stared into his eyes. “Baby—”
Draco smiled widely.
“I think we need to work on your communication skills,” she scolded him. “Yelling at people who are just trying to do their job is not the way to go.” She watched his eyes cloud with his own disappointment. Grabbing his cheeks with both hands she forced his eyes to meet her own. “I love you. I love you so much and I’m proud of you.”
The King let out a snort, his brain not really processing the fact that she just confessed her love for him. “Proud of what? I haven’t even done anything.”
Aida cocked her head to the side, a wide loving smile on her face. “Draco, I love you.”
He stopped and looked at her, his silver eyes wild with realization. “You what?” Draco asked flabbergasted.
“I love you,” she repeated, gripping his face tightly. “I love you because you care about me in a way that no one else has. You let me make the decisions, I never got that before. And you’re sweet, and funny, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered with all earnesty. “I’ve loved you since day one.” The kiss they shared was slow, passionate, like they never wanted to let go of one another. “Let’s sleep, yeah? We’ve both had long days.”
With a tired nod, the Queen let her King guide her to the bed, her body seeming to realize just how tired it was only when he said something. “Goodnight Baby,” she whispered as her eyes began to close. “I...love...you.”
Despite the fact she had already fallen asleep, Draco responded with, “I love you too.” Because he did. He loved her with every fiber in his body and he would spend eternity showing her.
Draco swallowed nervously, his mouth dry as the Sahara Desert. “Are you sure?” He asked for the umpteenth time.
Aida smiled shyly and bobbed her head. “Please,” she murmured while leaning back against the kitchen island. “I want this, I want you.” Her hand slipped into his, as she led them to their shared bedroom. When they slipped through the threshold, Aida turned on her heel and pressed herself tightly against him. “Draco.”
The King’s hands fell behind her neck, cupping her face lovingly. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “I can’t bear to hurt you.”
But the Queen shook her head, “I’m not fragile.” Her voice was stern and her eyes angry, but with her height, she looked anything but serious. Leaning up to kiss him, Aida couldn’t help but moan when their lips bet. Large hands looped around her and she wrapped her legs tightly around the torso of her mate.
Draco walked her backwards, until his legs came in contact with the bed and then lowered her to the plush bedding. He pulled away briefly to take off his shirt whilst she got rid of her own. She was wearing a gray lace bra that made her his eyes bug out with surprise and lust. “I-You,” he stuttered. She made him nervous and that scared the crap out of him, because it was an emotion neither he nor Tobias was used to.
Aida giggled and brought him down for another kiss that caused her head to spin.
“May I take it off,” he gestured to her top undergarment.
She nodded, almost pushing her towards him. Aida never really liked the size of her breasts, and people often believed that they were fake. She watched with interest as he bent his head ot suck and nibble on her chest. A moan escaped her when he came across her nipple and she pushed herself further into his mouth.
Peppering kisses down her stomach, Dracos stopped and stared at her when he got to the top of her sweats. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He watched her and nod and then he smiled.
She wiggled her way out of both her sweats and underwear, no longer feeling shy about her body. “Why am I the only one getting naked?” Her nude pink nails trailing up his bare chest and to his shoulders. “It’s not fair,” she added.
With a playful look in his eye, Draco found himself stripping right before her eyes. “Better?” He dragged her bottom lip out from her teeth and bit it gently.
Aida let out a shuddering moan as she felt his mouth at her molton hot core. Her back arched and her toes curled as he bit, licked, and sucked her nub. “Draco,” she grunted, fingers wearing through his hair. The extra attention he was giving to her breasts only added to her fast approaching orgasm.
To Draco, she tasted like honey and coconut, flavors he wanted to taste for the rest of eternity. He watched as her back bowed off the bed, her nipples seemed to get even harder under his touch, and her legs began to vibrate. Draco let out a moan, as more of her juices flowed faster into his awaiting mouth. When he was done, and there were no more juices left, Draco leaned away from her pussy and began peppering kisses down the inside of her thigh—giving her time to collect herself. “Was that okay?” He whispered in her ear, his left hand tracing delicate patterns on her hip bone.
Aida nodded, and let her hand travel south, until it reached its destination. Rolling him onto his bed, she moved her lips down to his erection. She nipped at his head softly, before taking him as far as she could.
“Fuck Celeste,” he grunted, accidently thrusting himself even further into her mouth. Weaving his finger through her hair, he pushed her head gently.
Tears sprung up in her eyes as she gagged, but it made her all the more thrilled. Her hand wrapped around the rest of him that her mouth was unable to take, and she heard him moan louder.
“Shit Celeste,” he said breathlessly, “you need to stop.”
Concerned she had done something to hurt him, Aida stopped and looked at him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, whilst wringing her hands.
Placing his hands on hers Draco shook his head, “no Sweetheart, it wasn’t you. I didn’t want to finish that soon.”
“Oh,” she muttered. “So it was okay then?”
“It was fucking perfect.” They shared another kiss, this one faster and more sex fueled. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Draco please,” she whimpered, pushing her hips up to meet him.
“Yes or no Celeste.” The power in his voice was enough to leave her wanton. “When we’re in the bedroom, you’ll answer me with a yes or no. Understood?”
“Yes you understand or yes you want this?”
“Yes to both.”
Draco stared into her eyes a bit more, waiting for a glimpse of uncertainty, but it never came. “Okay,” he whispered, biting her ear gently. Leaning across her body to grab a condom from the nightstand, Draco turned when he felt a hand on his bicep. His eyes widened in realization when he saw Aida shaking her head, “no condom?”
“You could get pregnant,” he stated, as if she hadn’t already realized that.
“I know,” she muttered. “I’m okay with having kids soon, but if you don’t want to then we should use the condom.”
Draco beamed and nuzzled his cheek against her own. “I want whatever you want.” Teasing her entrance, Draco waited before a soft vocal confirmation was heard from her. He slid in slowly, pausing whenever her eyes shut for more than an average blink. A tear slipped down cheek, when he pushed all the way through and he wiped it away. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “you’re okay.” With one final thrust, he pushed himself all the way in and then waited.
Aida circled her hips below him, urging him to move. “I’m okay,” she looped her hands around his neck. “I promise I’m okay.”
With a little nod, Draco drew out slowly and then pushed back in. As much as he wanted to completely ravish her, he knew to take it slow since it was her first time.
Aida let out a moan, when he picked up his speed. Her fingernails piercing through his skin and drawing blood to the surface. “Faster,” she cried, rocking her hips with his.
Draco did his best to oblige, but her walls were squeezing him tight enough that it almost hurt him. With a groan, he began to find his rhythm. Below him Aida squealed and he opened his eyes to see what was wrong, “are you okay?”
“Choke me,” she said breathlessly, her arms falling to the bed to grip the sheets.
Draco’s eyes widened in shock, but his hand had a mind of its own and latched itself around her neck. He knew what he was doing, he had owned a BDSM club for years now. But something about being Aida’s mate before being a Dom, scared him, and he wasn’t sure why. “Don’t cum,” he gruffed when he felt her walls clench around him.
A cry tumbled from her lips, as she tried to heed his command, but she was already too far gone. She could hear Draco scolding her for not following through with his command, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her thighs began to shake.
The King felt her walls tighten around his member, a low groan falling out of his mouth. He had wanted to last longer, but watching her come undone was too much and he came with a low groan. His chest heaved up and down as he stared at his mate, her eyes fluttering open. “You disobeyed me.”
Aida’s eyes opened wide and she cowered under the gaze of Draco. “I’m sorry Master,” she looked down at her naked body.
“We’ll talk about rules tomorrow. For now, we should sleep.”
Nodding shyly, Aida turned onto her right side, facing Draco.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently as he pulled her body closer to his. He was almost tempted to sink himself back inside of her and sleep like that, but he knew she was sore.
“Yes, thank you.” She kissed his jaw, and nuzzled her face into his neck. “I love you.”
The King wrapped his arms tightly around his Queen, “I love you too.”
Aida’s eyes began to close before a light bulb went off in her head. “You didn’t mark me.”
“What?” Draco said, stirring slightly. He had always been one to fall asleep quickly, something he noticed his Queen rarely did.
“You didn’t mark me.” She sat up and leaned over him, her hair creating a curtain.
“I know,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “The full moon is in two weeks, I don’t think that’s enough time to prepare for your coronation. We also can’t have your crowning here, it needs to be done in Greece.”
“Oh,” she muttered.
“Come here,” he motioned for her to cuddle with him. “Tomorrow, we’ll start planning your coronation so when the marking takes place, we’re prepared. Okay?”