Book 8: King Demitri

Chapter 18: shower

Gwen's p.o.v

I quickly undressed and climbed into the shower. Demitri got in soon after. Our wounds were already mostly healed because of our wolves. The hot water hits our backs and the steamy air feels nice.

Two strong arms pull me back against Demitri's body. I sigh as I relish in the sparks. His arms are around my stomach and his head is on my shoulder. I lean my head back against his chest as the water splashes against us.

"This is nice."

I say softly and Demitri hums in response. I have come to realize that the packs are the bad guys in this war. They want to control everything. They are brain washing their members and even their own children to believe this. A class order in which you can only rise or sink depending on what class the male mate is in. If your a beta's daughter and your mate is a omega you can either reject them or be forced to go to the lowest class.

But here, under Demitri's rule, things are different. You are able to change classes by hard work. If you were an omega in the packs, here you have a chance to make it to a beta. If you were a male omega and your mate was a female beta then you two could come up to her class. Hard work is what causes you to rise. Demitri supports free will under a controlled rule. This is the life I want with him.

"Demitri mark me."

I speak out of no where and he turns me around. His arms are around my back as his blue eyes stare into my own.

"What?"

He asks me with a slight smile on his lips.

"Mark me. Make me yours. I want to be your queen."

I tell him and his smile grows. He kisses my lips and I wrap my arms around his neck. He sits me down on the bench in the shower. He sits next to me and kisses my jawline.

I moan softly as his lips set sparks off all over my body. I move my body so I straddle him. I'm sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his back. Demitri's lips trail down my neck and to my shoulder. He kisses the place where he will mark me. He nips and sucks at it; leaving a love bite.

"Are you sure you want this Gwen?"

He asks me as he looks into my eyes. His canines enlarge as I kiss his lips. I scrape my tounge over them and he groans.

"I'm sure."

I tell him and he kisses the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. He bites down into the skin. I gasp and scream slightly in pain. That pain turns to plusure as his tounge scrapes around his canines. He pulls away and the water washes away the blood.

"Mark me Gwen. Make me your king, my queen."

Demitri says and I kiss his lips. I kiss up his jawline and down his neck. His hands tighten their grip on my hips as I suck on one spot. He groans as I scrape my canines over the skin.

"Do it."

He groans as I kiss his lips. I bite into the skin on his neck and plusure over comes my being. I moan and Demitri groans loudly. I pull away and again the water washes the blood away.

"My queen."

Demitri says softly as his lips press themselves against mine. I kiss him back as I slide my hands up and down his wet chest.

"My king."

I speak softly as I pull away from our kiss. I smile and so does he as we both finish our shower.

Later that night I was sitting on the end of the bed when Demitri opens the bathroom door. He had to take another shower because Zoe threw a pie at him. Why? I don't know.

"Gwen?"

"Yeah."

"I have a problem."

He says as I turn around. The towel that is normally around his waist is in his hair. His 'problem' is flat against his abs.