The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 18

"Ethan?" Altheia calls softly, waking up to an empty room. She sighs heavily and climbs out of the bed, shivering as the wind blows gently against her naked skin. Ever since they mated fully, Ethan hasn't allowed her to wear clothes in their bed.

Altheia chuckles to herself as she thinks of her husband. She never expected her life to turn out like this. She was fully prepared to live her life completely alone, always under her parents care, naively floating through life, but here she is. A queen to the entire werewolf kingdom, with a mate, who accepts every inch of her.

Throwing on a sheer dress, she slips out of their chambers, a pep in her step. She's still riding on the orgasm she was woken up too. "My Queen." A couple maids greet her and she smiles brightly at them in greeting.

"Please, call me Altheia." She squeezes their hands in reassurance and they look at her in adoration. Most of the people who live in the castle never pay attention to the helpers, but Altheia knows that without them, this place would fall apart.

When she makes it to his office, she knocks lightly on the door before entering. Ethan's hunched over his desk, buried under a pile of work. His glasses rests on the tip of his nose and his brows are furrowed in frustration. "Hello beautiful." He calls out to her, feeling all his stress melt away from her comforting scent.

"Hello, my king." She purrs, moving to straddle his lap. "What are you stressing over?" She soothes the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Nothing, now that you're here." She hits his shoulder lightly for being so cheesy, but she knows his words has lots of truth in it. "A war is coming and the elders believe that the gods are somehow involved." He confesses, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck.

"We will get to the bottom of this, but for now, tell me why you haven't eaten today." She crosses her arms, raising a questioning brow at him and he knows he's in trouble now.

"I honestly just forgot, my love." Ethan kisses her playful anger away and then tries to kiss her lips, but she dodges him.

"Only husband's who remember to eat gets to kiss their wives." She snarks, climbing off of his lap quickly, before he can pull her down. With a distressed look on his face, Ethan chases her around his office.

With a cheerful giggle, Altheia rushes out of the office and away from Ethan who immediately gives chase. His wolf taking over to chase after his little mate. Altheia knows how much Ethan likes to chase her, so every now and then she makes him earn the right to claim her.

With one last giggle, she hides in the pantry, placing a hand over her mouth to lessen her heavy breathing. He runs past the pantry, before skidding to a halt and backtracking towards it. He tiptoes to the door, before flinging it open, seeing his mate, looking at him with wide eyes.

A low lustful growl escapes him as he takes in Altheia. "I've found you, mate." A low gutteral growl leaves him, his voice mixed with his wolf's. He steps into the dim pantry, closing the door behind him as he stalks up to her.

"What are you going to do to me?" She licks her bottom lip teasingly, and his last bit of control snaps. Ethan tears her thin dress of of her effortlessly and forces her to wrap her legs around his waist and roughly plunge into her.

"Mine." He growls, reinserting his teeth into her mating mark, causing her to howl in ecstasy as an unexpected orgasm washes through her. He fucks her fast, rough. Driven by pure instinct to mark and mate her completely so no other unmated wolf will want her.

He wants to bathe her in his cum. He wants his cum running down her legs as they do basic everyday things. "Tell me who I belong too." She mutters, her head rolling back in pleasure.

"You're mine. All mine." He growls, and he can feel his orgasm approaching, his grip impossibly tighter on her ass. "Mine." He groans as he releases into her, hoping that this makes her pregnant. He wants her round and full with his seed at all times.

He wants her completely dependant on him for the smallest things. He can't wait till she's carrying his young, but he must wait until after this war has passed. They both know that. They don't want to bring a child into the world, when it's in chaos. "I'm all yours." She sighs against his neck and he lets her down, kissing her hungrily, before forcing his self away from her.

He knows the cooks need to get into this room and the longer they're in here, the longer they delay dinner being made for the house. "Thank you." He says to the head chef, who looks at him in shock, as he pulls his wife out of the pantry and up the stairs to their chambers. "You drive me crazy."