Long Live The Queen|Published

Ten

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"Are you boys done?"

"Yea-"

"But we're actually going to walk the compound!" Lucas blurted and very obviously kicked his brother.

Elora rolled her eyes. She mentally noted she would have to find her sunglasses. A huff left her as she was sure Demetri had hidden them.

"I want you to make friends. But I swear to the fucking gods if anyone touches you I will be livid."

"What if I want someone to touch me?" Lucas muttered as his eyes darted somewhere.

Everyone at the table quieted and glanced at Lucas. Even Demetrius.

His eyes widened and he spluttered.

"Is baby brother getting it?" Elora placed her hands on the table and completely leaned over it.

"If you get dick before me I'm going to shave your head in the middle of the night." She hissed and Lucas quickly tried to deflect.

The witch felt Demetri's glare.

"Elora sit down," he grunted. She looked over her shoulder to see more than a couple glances at her obnoxious derrière.

She gave him a challenging look before turning back to her littlest brother.

Malakai was still wide eyed at the revelation. "How's that possible? They all have mates?"

"Wow look at the time-"

Lucas practically ran out of here. Elora pointed in the direction he left and saw Malakai following quickly.

The white haired seductress bit her lip and turned back to her mate.

She smirked while gnawing playfully on her bottom lip. His eyes zeroed in on the action.

"You test me mate."

"How so?" Elora pouted and rest her head on her hand.

"It takes everything in me not to let my beast out and fuck you on this table. You're ass would have my hand print permanently on it."

A shiver trailed up her spine at the idea. She reached and rubbed his forearm before trailing the tip of her fingernail down one of his longer scars.

"I thought you wanted to taste me?" Elora looked at him under her lashes.

"Want it more than anything in the world, baby," He husked as he leaned closer to his mate. She practically melted at the sound of his gravelly voice.

"The list of things I want to do to you is endless."

Elora shifted closer to sit on her knees so their faces were only inches apart.

She trailed her tongue over her top lip slowly. Demetri growled softly and ran his nose over her cheek.

"You were wrong," Elora admitted breathily. "I'm not sated, Meechi."

Her voice came out needy and it seemed to send him over the edge. He slammed his fist against the table before he reached over.

Elora was hauled up and into his arms as she squealed. His lips slanted over her own as her legs wrapped around his trim hips.

A rush of wind barely fazed Elora in her state of bliss as their tongues tangled and tastes mixed.

His teeth dragged at her plump bottom lip before licking over the sensitive skin. Her heart stuttered and she gripped his hair as their front door was kicked open.