27. Jack

27

JACK

T his day has been too long.

You’d think I'd have little to complain about after being freshly freed from a centuries-long curse. In truth, my complaints are nothing compared to what I once faced. No beast is laying dormant inside me—the only primal urges I feel are when I glimpse my beautiful mate and wish to ravish her. That can’t be helped, especially as I watched her be a gracious and compassionate queen. She easily aided our people by assuaging their concerns and offered answers when she could.

I’ll never get over how perfect she is—I thought it from the moment I glimpsed her in the vision shown to me by the sorceress. More importantly, she is kind. For the first time in five hundred years, the thought of the future does not fill me with dread. Instead, I feel light—happy. I am eager to meet each day and show that I have learned from my punishment.

It was harsh—at times unfair—but I made it out with the help of Dove. I will not be drawn back into it. Each day forward takes me further away from my cursed existence until it will all bleed into a distant memory. There is no longer any space in my heart for anger or regrets. The organ seems only to have enough room for loving my mate.

She has saved me, and I’ll never stop being grateful for her. The need to show her how important she will always be to me pumps through my veins. Holding the small box, I can feel my parents’ proud smiles. They helped her when I needed them to, guiding her through every obstacle so we could end up together like this.

My kingdom is at rest as the blue moon shines above. In the coming days, I anticipate many questions my people will have about the centuries they’ve been asleep. For now, everything is quiet, and the only question I’m concerned about is the very serious one I’m about to pose to Dove.

Tucking the small box into my pocket, it seems to weigh a hundred pounds as I travel from the castle's bowels up to the king’s rooms. I never stayed in them as a prince—the memory of my father clung to the walls.

Now, I have claimed them for Dove and myself. My magic has been restored, and I transformed the room into one where we can spend every morning waking up together and each night wrapped around the other. Our future will be solidified inside that room. My blood heats in anticipation.

All day, I have managed to keep my hands off her. A feat a weaker male would have succumbed to. After watching her sway on her feet in the front room, I sent her to rest a few hours ago. Exhaustion had etched itself on her lovely face. My only hope is that she’s rested enough for what I have planned for her.

After the sorceress returned her to her true elven form, she is now as immortal as I am. Our life together will be endless, sprawling into centuries. I want her tied to me in every way—to leave no uncertainty that she is mine in the minds of anyone.

The thought quickens my steps as I take them two at a time. Rushing down the hallway, I open the doors to our room and am immediately drawn to her. Clad only in a simple silk nightgown, I watch her nipples pebble against the front of it. Her eyes find mine as she gently glides a brush through her long, dark tresses. Mischief tips her lips upwards.

I pause at the entryway, my mouth going dry. Was there ever a male as lucky as I?

“Are you done being king for the evening?” she asks softly.

All the blood in my body races towards my cock.

“Yes,” I respond. “Now, I am merely a male. One is who is utterly obsessed with his mate.”

Her laugh tickles my skin and draws me closer. I watch her set the brush down beside her. The dark wave of her silken hair falls down her back. The nightgown she wears is barely more than a strip of blue fabric. Her creamy pale skin glows in the dim light.

She raises a brow.

“You look like you want to ask me something.”

Dove reads me so easily, though I suppose my intent is obvious. Every muscle in my body is tense as I kneel before her. Staring up at her glowing face, I lick my lips and try to find the perfect words to convey what I wish to ask.

I am far too eager of a male because instead of speaking, my errant hands dig into my pocket and produce the small velvet box. Flipping open the top, Dove’s gasp is music to my ears as she takes in the ring. It is a simple silver band adorned with sapphires and diamonds. She looks at me, her mouth slightly open.

“I know it’s fast,” I say. “We still have much to learn about each other, but I want you to wear my ring as we do. I want everyone to know you are mind just as I am yours.”

Dove laughs, tears brimming in her dark eyes.

“A mate, a kingdom, and a marriage proposal. What more could today bring? A baby?”

My grin widens. She isn’t pregnant, not yet, at least.

“Soon, you will grow round with our child. I will happily keep trying until you do.”

Her delicate foot playfully pushes against my chest.

“You are incorrigible,” she giggles. “But I love you all the same. I want to marry you, Jack. I never want us to be apart.”

Her eyes soften.

“And I want my family brought here from our village at once.”

I nod. “I have already sent males and horses to retrieve them.”

Tears rim her wide eyes, and she holds her hand towards me. I gently take it and slide the ring onto her slender finger. It sparkles brilliantly. Placing a kiss on her hand, she sighs as I press another one along her wrist. My mouth travels upward, tasting every inch of her delicious skin.

She shivers as I get to her neck, biting and sucking along her delicate flesh. Her sweet scent invades my nostrils and coats my tongue. Her hands fall to my shoulders, encouraging me with her soft moans to keep going. My mouth travels higher to find hers. Once our lips touch, all gentleness is lost.

It is a fight to dominate the other's mouth. I revel in her submission as her tongue tangles with mine. Her small hand palms me over my pants, and I snarl against her. Breaking the kiss, she stares up at me with wild eyes.

“You said I could taste you the next time,” she reminds me.

“Dove,” I growl as she slides to the floor.

Her hands go to the thin straps of her nightgown and lower them. The silk pools around her waist as her breasts are bared. Her pink nipples are hard and beg for my mouth. If there wasn’t so much determination in her gaze, I’d gladly be on my knees before her.

If my mate wants me in her mouth, who am I to deny her?

She licks her lips before unbuttoning my pants. The pool around my ankles as my length juts out towards her. A gasp escapes her lips as she gently grips me. I could spend from the slight touch alone. Her pupils are blown wide as she stares up at me. The sight of her face partially obscured by my cock causes my heart to race.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispers.

Her hand glides along me from root to tip. I grit my teeth against the need rushing through me.

“That,” I groan. “Do that a bit harder.”

She pumps me roughly in her small. A bead of my seed leaks out from the tip. She stares at it transfixed before darting her pink tongue to catch it. Swallowing it down, she shivers at the taste. I can smell the delicious state of her pussy. She’s already wet for me.

“Take me into your mouth,” I urge. “Use your tongue—like when we kiss.”

Dove lowers her dark head and opens her mouth. Placing the blunt head of my cock on her tongue, I pulse with need as she gently tastes it. A moan vibrates from her throat, and the grip on my control slips.

Slowly, I move my hips forward, sheathing more of myself inside her hot, wet mouth. She groans, continuing to pump me with her hand as she takes me deeper. She licks over the veins of my cock and swirls her tongue around the tip. The seed leaking from me is quickly sucked down as her mouth makes slippery sounds along my hardness.

Her eagerness makes my head spin. To know I am the first and only male to have her like this sends a primal urge rushing through me. My hands spear through her dark hair, anchoring her mouth open as I use my hips to thrust along her tongue.

Saliva pours down my shaft as she continues to suck me. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, her eyes watering. Pulling out, I open my mouth to apologize, but her brilliant smile stops me.

“More,” she demands. “Harder.”

Holding her head in my hands, I grin at her.

“Whatever you want.”

I unleash myself on her mouth. Thrusting my hips in quick succession, she meets each one with her tongue. It would seem that she’s a fast learner in all things. Her hand drifts lower to cup and massage me while she never loses her rhythm. Teeth gently scrape my length, and my blood turns to fire. If I’m not careful, I'll spend down her throat and not in her perfect pussy.

Soon, I’ll feed her my seed, but not tonight. I need to watch it seep out of her little cunt and soak the bed below her. The sight is seared into my memory, and I need to see it again. I pull her from my cock, and she gives a high-pitched protest. Saliva and come are smeared around her mouth as I kiss her soundly. Without a word, I toss her onto the bed.

Hefting her hips into my hands, I raise her on all fours before kneeling behind her at the center of the bed. My mouth lowers to her soaking wet pussy. I spear my tongue into her, delighting in her squeal of pleasure. I lick and suck her, tasting how much she enjoyed having her mouth on my cock.

She tastes sweeter than any wine.

Needing to feel her wrapped around me, I remove my mouth and guide my cock to her entrance. I drag it along her wetness, coating myself before gently pressing into her.

“Jack,” she sighs.

My name on her lips makes my body tighten.

“Tell me what you want,” I command.

She looks over her shoulder at me. Her smile is wanton, but her eyes swim with love and adoration. Our souls are one—as are our hearts. When we are joined like this, they return together. I match her look of love with one of my own. She shivers and grips the sheets in her hands.

“Fuck me, Jack. Come inside of me. I want to feel it.”

With a snarl, I give my mate what she wants. My hands grip her waist as I retreat my hips and slam into her. The force nearly knocks her off balance, but I keep her upright. I power into her again and again as her moans echo around us. Her spine bows in supplication to my dominance. Her pussy grips me like a fist, sucking me further into her.

“My mate’s pussy is perfect,” I snarl. “If only you could see how greedy it is—tightening on me like a good girl.”

“Jack,” she sighs. “Please. More.”

Her hands slide on the bed, and she lowers her head. Incoherent moans and whimpers leave her lips. She works herself back on me, allowing me to go deeper. The soft globes of her ass absorb the impact of my thrusts. Lifting my hand, I trace the seam of her backside, dipping into the untouched hole and delighting in her squeal.

“Soon,” I vow. “My seed will seep from here as well.”

Her breathing is ragged. A pink flush spills from her cheeks down her chest. Sweat makes her pale skin glimmer.

“Jack,” she pants. “I’m close.”

Her tightening on my cock makes me renew my efforts. I slip my hand from her ass and drag it around to her front. Finding her needy clit, I rub tight circles on it. Her mouth opens with a silent scream, and her hips freeze. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I come with a roar. My body locks up as I spill deep inside of her waiting heat.

When I am finally spent, and she sags to the bed before me, I gently withdraw. Sticky release flows from her little pussy and trails down her thighs. Dove falls to the bed in a graceless heap. I chuckle, laying beside her and tucking her into my side. Shaking with waves of pleasure, heavy breaths pass from her lips.

I tuck a piece of hair away from her sweaty brow. Her eyes stare up at me, still coming down from her climax.

Yesterday, I was a cursed male. Today, I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. With Dove in my arms and by my side, the cruel male I was was long gone. For her, I will be better. Every day, I will prove myself worthy of her and the gift I have been given.

I press a kiss to her swollen lips.

“Mmm,” she hums. “How can I still want more of you? My limbs feel like jam.”

I chuckle, rolling on top of her to take her mouth fully. Moaning against me, she raises her hips, soaking me with our mingling releases. My lips find her breasts and tease each nipple into a harsh peak. Her hands go to my hair as I trail lower down her body.

“Again?” she asks as my lips hover over her center.

I cup her behind her knees and push her up and back, baring her pussy to my waiting mouth.

“Again.”