The Kings Sibyl

*Chapter Fifteen

*Elric*

By the gods this woman was driving him mad.
It had been love at first sight, at least, for him it was. She had stood next to her 'father', so defiant, and so beautiful. The mate pull had been strong, so strong I could not deny myself a simple taste of her flesh.
I thought she would hate me for letting my anger control my actions, for stealing her away. Yet, as time passed she seemed to like it in the castle. My castle. Although, I knew anything she didn't like would be taken down and fixed to suit her vision.
She had sat upon her throne with dignity, with grace. And unlike any other before her, she had challenged me. She liked my rough side. I could smell her arousal from rooms away when I treated her aggressively.

No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I knew she wasn't ready. I needed her to love me, to feel for me as I do for her. She feels the mate pull calling to her, she just doesn't know that's what it is, and I want her feelings to be genuine. I need them to be. Love comes before the joining of our bodies, not the other way around.
And with that thought I vowed to make her fall in love with me as soon as possible. Because if the feeling of her dripping tight channel just coating the tip of my hard shaft was any indication, I knew she'd feel like heaven on earth when I finally thrust myself hilt deep inside. I wanted to see her stomach swell with my child. I wanted to see her walking down the aisle in the traditional blood red gown of my people. I wanted her to share my name, my kingdom. I wanted her to be my queen.