My King

Chapter 32 - The gathering gloom.

Chapter 32 – The gathering gloom.

King Luka Black

Getting Benjamin settled into a chamber in the castle was easy, and I made sure to place him in a chamber close to ours, in hopes of pleasing Marcys. Maybe having his brother close will make him feel more at home here. I know he has struggled to accept his new life here, and besides Alaska and me, he doesn't really have anyone to turn to.

I want him to be comfortable in his new home, and hopefully gain a few friends of his own. Not that I have a problem with him being friends with Alaska, but I have noticed the lingering stares my friend gives my mate. Something my wolf and I are very displeased with, and losing my childhood friend over a small crush would be unfortunate, but I won't hesitate if I see him as a threat to my bond with Marcys.

Marcys is too precious to lose.

I hate to even think about it, but there is no competition whatsoever. Marcys comes first, always and forever. No questions asked. I'm just afraid Alaska' crush runs deeper than a small crush, and if so, I'd be forced to take action regardless of my affection for my friend. I love Alaska, like I brother, but I love Marcys more.

Even though, I'd love to share everything with my darling mate, I fear sharing my friend for obvious reasons. I don't want to risk Alaska' feelings for Marcys growing even stronger, and the more time they spend together, the more his feelings will grow. That's why I want to keep a certain distance between them, even if that makes me selfish. I'm allowed to be selfish when it comes to my mate.

The introduction of my mate is tomorrow, and I pray that Marcys will find some common ground with some of our people. Someone he can relate to, confide in and befriend. Friends he can call his own. I know our people has been dying to meet their new King, and I've been dying to show off my treasure. Marcys is like a hidden diamond, and I can't wait to let everyone know that the biggest diamond discovered belongs to me. That he's mine, completely, just as I am his.

We are one.

Marcys lips slam onto mine, and our tongues clash; hot and wet. I take control, and dominate the kiss, showing him exactly who's in charge. I angle his head, so I have better access with a tight grip on his ruffled hair. The silky strands feeling wonderfulin my hands. I relish in the feeling of his mouth on mine, and his hair in my closed fist. When my lungs start burning, I reluctantly pull away from his now abused swollen lips, and instead attack his neck in rough kisses. My hand not occupied with his silky hair run down to his hip, and I take a tight hold of the flesh, feeling the defined muscle underneath.

My hand inches lower, until I can grab a handful of his defined round ass. I knead the flesh between my fingers, feeling the round globe mold itself with my hand. I allow myself to pull his hair roughly to angle his head to the side, and I can't keep in the satisfied growl when he complies with my rough request, a low whiney sound emitting from his throat at the rough treatment.

I push him towards the bed without breaking my insistent kisses on his neck. Marcys stumbles a little on our way, too lost in the sensation of my soft lips on his hot skin. The bed hits the back of his legs, and I give a particular hard push to make him fall on the bed.

My hungry gaze run along every inch of him, taking in every little detail of my flustered mate, lying so delicately on our bed, waiting for me to devour him.

Fuck me - What a sight he is, and all mine.

The morning sunrays come in through the window and paint him as an angel. A sinful angel sent from hell to corrupt me completely. His mostly naked body on display for me, the only thing covering him is his grey boxers, that unfortunately hide my most prized possession. They have to go.