Yes Your Highness 18+

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Riley sat me down in his lap after our dance ended. He relaxed with his arm around my waist. He kept on thinking I was about to run away. Hint, I really wanted to make him think that to make him paranoid. But the party was for us. For our betrothal. I couldn't believe that this was happening so soon. I didn't hear that howl through the entire party again. The mountains were quiet, as I wished the feast were more so. I learned that this was how it was going to be from now on. Sasha was talking to Amanda, who I guessed was her other friend or something. Everyone was drinking, laughing and having a great time. While I on the other hand.

Wanted out. I felt like my chest was being crushed with the weight that was pressured into me from it all. Riley looked concerned for a moment. Holding my hand in his hand. He was dumb enough to ask; "what's the matter? Cat caught your tongue?" I shook my head and refused to talk about it. "Come on. I'm your mate now. You can't keep running from me." He whispered into my ear, making my skin crawl. And not in the good kind of way. I didn't want him to know that I wanted so badly to leave. I was being gawked at from the other side of the room. I felt like I was being judged. He rubbed my back and I had to pretend I was in love with him just to get their stares to stop. Resting my head into his shoulder and taking a breath in. Closing my eyes and hearing him say the words, "it'll be alright. Just relax."

Hard to do that when I'm now married to the biggest jerk of all time. I guess I was being the bigger brat because I kept thinking this way about him. There were no 'I dos' or 'you may kiss the bride'. It was just as it was. A party for us, whatever you want to call it. I really didn't want to have to bear his children. I really didn't want him to be the father of my kids.

Because I know it well enough. That they would be just like him. And I didn't want it to become what I feared. After the party ended only five hours later. I was tired and wanted to sleep. He was pushing me into the room that we would be sharing together. I did not want to share a bed with him. Because I knew well what would happen next. He would try to do something. Considering that we were mates now. (sort of ). He would try to have sex with me. Which I don't want. Riley had only a few drinks throughout the party, while I refused because I was seventeen and thought about what could happen if I did. He pushed me into the mattress, spreading my legs slowly.

Settling himself. Resting into my chest, while I had to pretend to care for him. I caress his head, pulling my fingers through his red locks. "Steph.." He mumbled. I looked at him and he had his eyes closed. "I'm sorry for all the times that I said something I know I shouldn't have.." Riley whispered. "I'm sorry for it all.. I just want you to know that I have loved you since the moment you came." I heard him, he was mumbling. But I heard it. "You're sorry because you know I hate you for what you did." I said without thinking. "For what I did?" He looked up at me and the glance he held seemed upset. "What did I do? Go on, explain." He demanded.

"You hurt my feelings by telling everyone that I was a slut.." I whispered. Afraid to go on. "Well, you're not. I only said that because-"

"You wanted them to like you. I know." I cut him short. "No, it's not that I wanted them to like me." He said. "Yeah. Right." I am sarcastic about it. "No, really. I don't care if they like me or not. I was-"

"Enough excuses, Riley. I'm tired. I want to sleep." I spoke to him and he looked even more upset. "But, what about making love on the first night?" He questioned and I denied him; "Not tonight. Ok?" He groaned in response to this. He was half drunk. I hated every thought of being taken by him. "I'm sorry Stephanie.. Whatever I did wrong you have every right to hate me." Riley slurred. Nodding off. Should I feel bad for him? He could just be saying all this just so he could get laid. I said in my head. Hearing my wolf howl at me in response, agreeing to what I was thinking. I wasn't any better just to deny him. But he doesn't deserve me. No one does. Only because as he stated. I'm a 'slut'. No one should ever be called this. I just decided to accept it for how it is. But that doesn't stop me from trying to run.

When the next morning came. I didn't realize I had nodded off to sleep. Riley had his head rested in between my breasts. My hand had been on the back of his head since then. Since when did I fall asleep? He gripped onto me like he was going to lose me. As if he knew I wanted to run. "Please give me a chance.." He whispered in his sleep, almost as if it were a mumble. "I am giving you a chance, Rile." I responded. And he finally stopped moving around. I think he was dreaming because once he heard my voice, he calmed down. I felt this sudden urgency to help him. To understand him. To help myself realize that it isn't so horrible. I caress his head and sigh. He woke up and looked at me. Realizing that I had still been with him. "Promise me something, Riley."

"Anything, babe."

"Promise me you will not lay a hand on me until I turn eighteen." I say. And I swore I saw the wheel of doom hover over his forehead. "Do I really have to?" He would complain, and I wanted so bad to snarl in his face. But I controlled myself. "Yes. You have to. Unless you want to get your ass arrested." I say through my teeth. He huffed and waved me off. "Like I can." He replied. "Riley." I said with such urgency in my voice. He finally broke and smirked; "fine. Yes, your highness. Whatever you wish. I'll wait. But don't expect me to promise not to kiss and comfort you." Riley complied and I sighed in relief. "Thank you." I say, closing my eyes again and hearing a knock on the door. "Wake up, it's time for breakfast." Came Amelia's voice through the door. "Don't be late, or your toast will be soggy!" She shouts briefly. She had a bad habit of yelling that's for sure.

It had now been a year later. I heard nothing from my wolf. And there was no howling to be heard like the year before. I was being taught what it was like to be a wife by my own mother. While in the corner of my eye I caught Rajah with Sasha in his lap. Showering her neck with affection. Making sure to leave marks there as he went. I wish I didn't witness that because it was the only thing I could see in my head now. I am now eighteen years old. As it had been about a year since Riley and I have been mates. He had kept his word.

But as night fell, he would often try to get it on with me. Trying to mark me. Being mates was weird for me because I have never been marked. Obviously that is how it is supposed to work. His wolf was peeking through, as he continued to do as he wished. I gave him a year to wait, and now that it has been that long. I managed to let him take me. Hearing his grunts, and my own gasps. He was about to mark me. Hearing my pleas. My wolf was quiet the entire time. She said nothing at all throughout the whole thing while this was happening. The last time she did. It was about a year ago. Riley was wearing a condom, and I was scared that it would break. He only did it because he knew that I didn't feel ready enough to bear his pups just yet.

He lays on me after we finish twenty minutes later. Our breaths were fanning each other's faces. I wince in pain, as my legs would feel sore later. He rubbed my thighs and kissed my temple. "Sorry, love. Was I too hard?" He questioned and I shook my head. "I was a virgin when you took me." Riley chuckled and pulled the used condom off. Disposing of it. "Now you're fully mine."

"You didn't mark me?" I said in question, and he smirked. "Oh I marked you alright. Right where everyone can see it." He brags. I huff at him and he spanked my ass. "Right on your shoulder." He said. " 'right where everyone can see it', huh?" I questioned. Sitting up and pinning him back. He looked up at me and I hovered over him. Straddling him now. "My turn." I commented. He held my hips and allowed me to take control of the situation. Which was something I thought I was never going to be able to do.

Wait, what am I doing? This shouldn't be happening. You should be fucking running. I nagged myself in my head. Feeling my wolf peeking through. For what it felt like years, she snarled at him. And, I bit him harder than I should have. Blood was spilling into my mouth. Hearing him grunt. "Hot damn, babe.. You got quite the power in that bite." Riley's words touched me somewhere in the mind, but it was more my wolf's mind. She was telling him to back off, but I on the other hand was the one who gave him a chance. He proved himself only six months into our marriage that I could trust him. But Rae did not agree. She hated him. When I learned to finally love him.