CINDE, The Kings Mate (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Six

When I woke up the sun was blinding, filling into the room in diamond rays. The crisscross cut wire glass windows made it look so obscenely magical as every ray of light balanced and bounced of the insecure molds of glass.

It was just a pretty petty coat over the opulently designed furnishings. The sinister mixture of dark brown, gold, chilling night blue and vanilla white all transformed into something warm and inviting.

It was beautiful.

What was more beautiful however was the half naked king with his muscle ready arm coddling me so tight a bear couldn't claw his way out. But I wasn't struggling.

Feeling the mans body pressed up against my back was not exactly setting me up for discomfort. If I wanted to do anything I wanted to cuddle further into the mans muscle and warmth. I just felt so secure where he was. He made me feel so whole, so complete. And sometimes I couldn't help but find it hard to remember a time when I hadn't been basking in Veldore's warmth like this.

I felt his breath tickle my neck as I nuzzled the warm strong arm I was using as a pillow throughout the night and shuddered as his lips unintentionally grazed my neck.

When I felt the loose fabric around my legs uncomfortably low I attempted to pull myself out of his hold to adjust my clothes. His arms tightened around me however and I tried to instead wriggle my way free.

My mate seemed to be a night cuddler, the further I pulled away from him the closer he pulled me to him. Each time I was surprised by how okay I was with that. Being so close to him made me feel safe and cosy.

I felt his hand press against my chest and push me back flat into the bed and was surprised to see Veldore climb on top of me, his face was grim, eyes serious. Why did he look so distressed?

"Good morn Cinde."

"Morning Veldore." I blushed. He had shed the top half of his white overalls in his sleep and remained half naked throughout a good measure of it. Something about those well defined muscles and broad shoulders just made me want the deep trail between. His skin, his giant figure and protective stance, his eyes and soft welcoming lips that stretched to beautifully into a smile I could never get enough with. All of it enthralled me.

His eyes softened as he caught sight of the heat in my eyes but then hardened in seconds. "Going somewhere?"

I shook my head. He sounded almost accusing. Was he angry at me?

"No my mate." I said. Purposefully saying mate to hopefully deflate whatever was building in him.

Once again warmth flashed in his eyes before it disappeared, almost forced to make way for his more dominating emotions.

I shuffled nervously as he fixed me with a glare of sorts.

"Then why move out of my embrace?" He asked. He made it sound like some sort of treason.

"I just..." I trailed off, blushing, pushing my hands under the covers and pulling up my night garments so that they rose a little further over my butt and up over my waist. "...needed to..." I finished, embarrassed.

His eyes flashed with something canny to realization and he removed the hand still weighing down my chest as he ruffled through his hair. He seemed edgy and I didn't like that. I wanted him to be relaxed by my side, always.

"I see."

I nodded, the blush still evident on my easily tainted skin.

He looked into my eyes, searching for clarity, just staring. I stared straight back. It was so hard to not get lost in the wild color show his eyes danced into when he was confused. I shuddered as the back of his hand stroked my cheek and he slowly reached my bottom lip, caressing it with his thumb. I watched him and followed the rich gaze of his eyes.