Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Thirty-four

Jamesons POV.

She wanted Markus Dead...

Those few words were enough to send me into overdrive as our distance over the past few days was already a struggle to resist taking her against her will.

My wolf had been crying out for his mate, pacing along the boderlines of my self restraint and control because he too missed being with his mate this past week.

But she had been injured, she needed to heal and get better because she was only half human and half Lycan.

But now that I had seen her, so much healthier and alive, so full of emotion and even angrier towards Markus... knowing that she was beginning to hate him like I did was such a turn on.

I couldn't help myself when I threw myself at her like I did, holding her so close that I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra through the shirt of mine that she had borrowed.

Her soft mounds up against my chest as I kept my hand pressed against her lower back to keep her body close, I needed to feel her again, to know that she was okay and to know that everything would be fine.

And when her arms wound around my neck, pulling me impossibly closer to her as she fell backwards down onto the bed with me ontop of her, I smiled against her lips knowing that I wasn't the only one who missed this.

She had been angry earlier, frustrated with me but that had been tossed aside the moment she came to cradle me inbetween her legs, the familiarity and warmth of her body being molded into mine was enough to make me sigh.

"I've missed you" I whispered against her jaw as she tilted her head backwards for me to taste her skin, her hands pressed against my shoulder blades as I did.

She groaned rather loudly when my lips found her mark, the smooth and silken texture of the scar across her shoulder from the claim was so inviting that I couldn't hold back running the tip of my tounge across her sensitive skin.

The sensation of her nails raking down my back over my shirt in reaction caused a very noticeable movement in my pants, enough so that my hips bucked forwards on their own accord.

I had been paying so much attention to wanting to hear her moan that I didnt register where her hands had traveled to until they were sliding up underneath my shirt and hinting that she wanted it off.

Which I did with a broad smile across my face, getting on my knees inbetween her legs to lift it over my head.

I threw it onto the floor next to the bed and propped myself up on my elbows on either side of her head now, seeing her looking up at me with hooded eyes while her legs were now wrapped securely around my waist again.

I stopped myself for a moment, lifting one hand to gently brush a stray strand of her flawless ebony hair out of her eyes and behind her ear, seeing just how lucky I was to have a mate like her.

So strong yet gentle... Her nails skimming across the skin of my lower back in a way that only she could.

So beautiful and wild at heart... the stories inked into her skin were beautiful and something that I could spend hours getting lost in admiring.

She was perfect...

Charlie grew impatient the longer I simply continued to stare down at her underneath me, admiring what I was so lucky to have as my own.

Her impatience was obvious when she lifted her head and connected our lips once more, her tongue urgently seeking mine as her hands pulled at my hips to grind into hers.