The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 17

E A R T H

The powerful beat of the drum rushes through Altheia's body. Her hips sways to every beat and her eyes never leaves his. This dance is known as the Hiladort, (hic-lay-dot) all mated females perform for their mates and then they switch.

Altheia is dressed in pure gold, showing her status as queen among the other women. On her breast lay golden jewels, that contrasts beautifully against her skin. Covering Ethan is a thin cloth that leaves him pretty much on display. He's sat on his throne, watching his wife dance for him in the most enthralling way.

Her hips call to him. If he listens close enough he can hear the light clinking of the beads against her waist. It's driving him mad, not being able to touch her. She slowly stalks her way over to him, grinding against his already hard cock, to the beat of the drum and he moans loudly, hearing the other males enjoying themselves too, before the pleasure is gone to quickly.

Then the drums stop, and all you can hear is the harsh panting of their women as they wait for the next part. The men stand as the strings gets plucked in the lyre. Ethan's hands gently traces her form as he dances against her.

His hair falling into his eyes, but that doesn't break his gaze on her. Her arousal has him entranced. Her eyes has him locked in and as he dances he does so with pride. Then the music comes to an end and everyone disperses, leaving the two of them. They're both panting and sweating. Ethan's eyeliner is smudged but he could careless.

He drops to his knees in front of her, begging with his eyes for her touch, but she doesn't give in. "Please, my queen." He begs and she nods, throwing off the light cloth and hooking her leg over his shoulder.

"Eat." She murmurs and he does, he eats as if she's his last meal. He eats as if he's never been fed before and she takes it. He worships her on the sacred grounds of Apollo and Apollo blesses their union.

When he pulls away, she shakily places herself up straight and he kisses her feet in gratitude. "Thank you." He murmurs and then he rises, his hand held out for hers and they head to the dining room.

He wears her cum in pride at the dining table. She sits upon his lap, feeding him and he enjoys it, not caring of the attention his pack is giving them, because he has his wife with him, his mate. "Let's head to bed, my king." Altheia suggests and he nods. Ethan would do anything she asks of him in a heartbeat.

"You are the sun, the moon, and the stars." Ethan whispers against her skin. Trailing his lips over the tribal tattoo on her lower stomach and legs, that finally came in after their mating.

"You are my oxygen, my life, you are my world, my universe." She whispers back, pushing him onto his back and grabbing his cock into her hands. She slowly inserts him into herself, hissing at the slight burn from the stretch of his cock. "Tonight you will rest inside of me and when day comes you will take me." Altheia demands of him.

"As you wish, my queen." He moans at the feel of her walls tightening against his cock. All night he waited for the first glimpse of the sun. His wolf is howling for him to fuck his mate properly. Here she lays peacefully against his chest and he's fighting for control.

The second he saw light break through the horizon he flips them over and he fucks her, awakening her with a cry. "E-Ethan." She moans, sleep still in her voice, but he's already too far gone. Her cunt hugs him tightly and she looks beautiful taking all that he's giving her.

"You look so pretty, doll, taking my cock so well." He praises her, wrapping his hand around her slender neck, making her whimper. "You like being praised? You like being called pretty?" He gently asks her, his eyes glued to hers.

"Yes, please." She moans incoherently and then she's cumming, her hand placed on the one on her neck, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she pulls Ethan's orgasm from him. Minutes pass in silence as they recover, and Ethan carries her to the bathroom.