The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 10

Altheia is forced into a short black dress, with small diamonds, that blings when the light hits them just right. Her hair is let down, the front pinned away from her face.

Her lips is painted a blood red, to match the sandals given to her, since she absolutely refused to go in heels. She's escorted quickly to the ball room, her sandals smacking the floor hurriedly, as she rushes with Lithia. They're late. The Elder's started talking and wouldn't stop. It's considered rude to interrupt, but Lithia had to make it known, that they're behind schedule. "Everyone please rise." The guards voice booms throughout the semi-crowded hall. "Now introducing, Queen Altheia and Lady Lithia."

Altheia step through the door, Lithia's hand tightly grasping her's. Her eyes scan the room, hoping to spot her husband but she comes up empty handed. They make their way carefully down the stairs, eyes staring in awe as Altheia releases a smile. The people in this ball room has never seen someone like her, never knew that the rumors they were hearing were actually true.

Neither Malcolm nor Gisele has Altheia's complexion, but then again they found her in the woods, on the edges of the pack. She was wrapped in a dirty pink blanket. Lithia escorts her to the table for the King and Queen, hidden away from prying eyes. She holds in her gasp as her eyes connects with Ethan's blue ones. "My Queen." His voice is slightly raspy and she tries to hold herself together. Her hormones are always crazy around him and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

"My King." She responds, his eyes lighting up. She sits next to him, her palms sweaty.

Ethan places his large hand on her shoulder, where her neck and shoulder meets, where he will place his mark on her. His thumb ghost over the spot and Altheia is so close to jumping on his lap and begging for him to fuck her, but she doesn't, she takes deep breaths and try to force down how good his touch feels. "Are you hungry?" He whispers and she nods.

"Thank you." She tells him, after he fills up her plate, they eat in silence, watching the party goers. A large slice of cake is placed in front of her and she smiles at it.

Ethan stares at her amused. Never in his life has he seen someone so easy to please. She eats her cake happily, making noises that has Ethan's cock harder than a rock. "Come let's head to our chambers." He stretches his hand out to her unconsciously and she takes it, swallowing down the last bite of her cake and juice.

The light clicking from his dress shoes fill the empty hall, but Ethan's mind is elsewhere. He's trying everything he can to calm down his cock and the racing in his heart, but it's impossible, especially when she's so close to him. As soon as they step into the dimly lit room, Altheia begins to get undressed, Ethan doing the same.

Her breast sits on her chest beautifully and it causes his mouth to water. Ethan shuts his eyes tightly, turning away from her, to not seem like a creep. "You can look at me." Altheia's voice is a notch above a whisper and her hand ghost along his back. Her lips place a kiss on it and her teeth slightly sinks into the skin, causing him to release a soft moan.

"I can't look at you, because then I won't be able to control myself." He says, his back still to her.

"You are my husband, my mate, you do not need to control yourself." Her teeth sinks into him again.

Ethan turns, gathering her up into his arms and heading to the large bathing pool connected to his room. Her breast brush against his chest, with every breath, and her ass is cupped in his hands. They enter the warm water, still wrapped up in each other. Her lips find the spot where she is to mark him and she drags her teeth over it, getting a moan and a squeeze of her butt. "Mark me." He says and she looks at him in surprise.

"If I mark you first, the Elder's will not be happy. They will think I am trying to take over." She whispers and he sighs.

"I don't care what they think, mark me." He growls in frustration and she goes back to his neck. Whoever marks their mate first will be seen as the head of the relationship, nothing really changes in the dynamic of the relationship, but you will see little things, like the head of the relationship extra possessive or the non head of the relationship, more focused on making sure their mate is happy.

Altheia sinks her teeth into his neck, and he shudders beautifully against her, moaning her name. From the stories she heard, the pleasure from being mated is out of this world and it can lead to an unexpected orgasm. Her tongue trail over the puncture wounds and he shudders again. "Fuck, Altheia." He mutters, pulling her closer.

"Mark me now." She murmurs, pushing her hair over her shoulder. She sees his eyes change to a golden color and she's sure her's are the same. His teeth sink into her skin and she's shuddering as well.

Her cunt tightening over nothing as she lets the orgasm wash over her. She slowly comes down from the high she's experiencing, a lazy smile on her face. "Thank you." Ethan whispers against her skin, placing soft kisses around her mark.

"The pleasure is all mine."