by Bianca Cole
9
Aiden
I wake in a room I don’t recognize. My mind is hazy.
As I glance around, my gaze comes to a stop when I see her by my side. Ilsa. The moment I see her, all my memories come flooding back like a wave. Pain clenches around my heart as I remember Elaine’s eyes as she slowly faded away in front of my eyes.
The men that killed my father came back for us. I got away, and Ilsa managed to patch me up in time, but Elaine is dead. Her mate and husband, Luke, won’t know yet. He’s the leader of the Nebraska pack, governed by Rhys, the wolf shifter king. Ever since he took control of New York, all the North American packs are under his rule.
If he thinks I had anything to do with her death, we’ll have a war on our hands. I bring my hand to the area on my stomach where that bastard had stabbed me. Ilsa’s magic healed it so well, there’s only a faint scar. It still hurts, though.
Ilsa stirs by my side, beautiful bright green eyes landing on me. “Are you okay?” she asks, sitting up and setting a hand on my shoulder.
I move my hand from my stomach. “Yes, it just hurts still.”
She nods. “I may have healed the wound, but it will still hurt for a while.” She shrugs. “Magic has it’s perks, but there are often side-effects. It’s not the same as healing naturally.”
I smile at my mate. “Thanks for that, by the way. I think I was too exhausted last night to thank you properly.” I feel my cock thicken as I remember what I did. “Other than shove my cock down your throat.”
Her cheeks are bright red at the mention of her sucking my dick. “It’s nothing.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but I saw how she shook after helping me.
I raise a brow, but don’t say anything else. My stomach aches as I move to the edge of the bed, resting my head in my hands. A heaviness settles on my chest as I remember Elaine’s face, lifeless. I run a hand across the back of my neck, wondering if it’s safe to go back to the castle or not.
“What’s wrong?” Ilsa asks, setting a hand on my shoulder.
I shake my head. “I don’t know what happened last night.” My shoulders droop as I realize how badly I failed to protect my sister. It’s embarrassing. I’m the king, and I couldn’t protect her from them. “How will I know if the castle is safe or not?”
“You’re not thinking of returning, are you?”
I turn around to face her. “Where else am I going to go?”
She shrugs. “Isn’t it dangerous? The men who stormed the place might still be there.”
I crack my neck, knowing she is right. Those men attempted a coup last night, trying to wipe my entire family out. Now I’m alone. My father’s gone and my sister. I’ve got no one left in this world, except for the beautiful woman sitting next to me.
“I’ve got a cabin not too far from here.” I meet Ilsa’s gaze. “We can’t risk staying here much longer.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my attention to it. “We?” she asks.
I nod my head. “I told you, Ilsa. You are my mate. There’s a threat to me out there, which means you are in danger too.”
Conflict rages in her beautiful emerald eyes as she gazes into mine. “I’m not sure, Aiden.”
“Please,” I say, tucking a hair behind her ear. “I can’t lose you too, love. I’ve lost all the family I’ve got.”
Her eyes widen, and I realize I’ve just suggested she is like family to me. It’s true. She’s my mate.
First, my mother died and then my father, shortly followed by my sister.
Am I fated always to lose everyone close to me?
I won’t lose her. I’ll defy fate to ensure that doesn’t happen, but doubt creeps into my mind. Maybe I’m cursed.
“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Her brow furrows. “How long will we be there?”
“Hopefully not too long. I need time to figure out what to do.”
I want to provide her stability, give her the answers, but I don’t have them. In the space of a few days, I’ve gone from being a prince with no responsibilities to a king with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
All my life I’ve been preparing for this, but I never expected the time to come. At least, not so soon.
My father was young. If those men hadn’t murdered him, he had many years of life left. It brings home the dangers of our life—a life I’m going to drag Ilsa into, like my father pulled her family into danger. I might not know what happened to them, but I’m sure the meeting with my father has something to do with it.
“Pack your bags, and we’ll go right away.”
She nods and grabs her bag, rushing around to collect her clothes and possessions. I watch her in awe. The beauty that has derailed my entire world and filled my life with rays of bright sunlight.
I’ve never felt more complete as I watch her. It feels like my life has only just started.
Ilsa walks around the cabin with her arms wrapped around herself. The sun is setting over the forest, and it casts an orange glow through the window, hitting her. It makes her look almost otherworldly. She looks like she was born to be here. Ilsa belongs in my private space—a place I’ve never bought anyone to before. A place I’ve spent more time than you would expect for a king.
I can imagine waking up next to her like I did this morning every morning for the rest of my life. It’s an odd sensation but exciting.
“Do you like my little hideout?”
She glances at me and smiles. “Yeah, it’s a bit different from the castle.”
I nod. “That place can get stuffy.” I pause a moment, scared she might think I’m being to forward. “I’ve never bought anyone here before.”
Her brow raises. “No one?”
I shake my head, and her cheeks turn a dark pink. “You’re the first.”
She swallows hard and turns her attention back to the family photo hanging on my wall. “This is your family?” she asks.
Pain clutches at my heart. “Was my family. They’re all dead.”
She spins around. “Of course, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t worry, love. It’s been a hard week. First, my father and then Elaine...” I shake my head, unable to find the words to explain how it makes me feel.
She steps toward me and sets a hand on my arm. “You’ve lost a lot. It’s okay not to be okay if that makes sense.”
I nod my head. “It does.” I rest my hand over hers and squeeze.
The moment our skin connects, that fire ignites. My sorrow is drowned out with pure need as I meet Ilsa’s emerald gaze.
She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. “What now?” she asks, trying to diffuse the tension.
All it does is drive more tension between us. I need to claim her. That’s what comes next. “You’re mine, Ilsa.” I pull her into my chest. “I need to be inside of you,” I murmur, letting my lips tease against the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.
Her knees shake as she leans on me.
She’s pure femininity. I run my hands down her perfect curves. I can’t believe how perfect she is. There are no words that can define how beautiful the woman in my arms is.
Her plump lips part, and her tongue darts out over her bottom lip. “Then take me.”
A part of my resolve snaps as my lips crash into hers. My cock is rock-hard and pulsing in my tight boxer briefs. It has been ever since I got this beauty into my cabin.
My tongue slips inside her mouth, kissing her deeply.
She moans against me, clawing onto my biceps. I love the way she wants to submit to me. Her tendency to give everything to me the moment she’s in my arms feeds my dragon’s desires.
When we part, she’s flushed and breathless and so fucking perfect. “Strip,” I order.
I don’t have to ask her twice. She’s quick to hook her fingers into the waistband of her pants and pull them down, before pulling off her t-shirt.
Once she’s just in her underwear, she tilts her head to the side. “What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?” I narrow my eyes. “I’m in control here.” I nod my head toward her. “Panties and bra off now,” I growl.
A flash of defiance ignites in her eyes, and she folds her arms over her chest, covering her perfect, full breasts from my view. “Not until you take your clothes off.”
I step toward her. “Are you defying me, Ilsa?”
I hear her heartbeat quicken at my tone, knowing she’s excited about the prospect of me being dominant with her. I can tell by the heart rate but also by the way her breathing labors.
“Yes. Fair is fair,” she says.
I shake my head. “I don’t play fair, love.” I grab her hand and pull her toward me, kissing her lips. Then, I spin her around and bend her over the arm of the sofa in my cabin.
“W-What are you doing?”
“I’m going to punish you for being a naughty girl.”
She tenses, and I wonder if I’m pushing this too far.
Slowly, I caress her round ass cheek in my hand, before gently spanking the skin.
She cries out, but the pleasure laced in her voice is unmissable. “Aiden, what are you—”
I spank her other ass cheek, and she groans this time.
“Do you like me punishing you?” I ask, spanking both ass cheeks three more times.
She makes a satisfying whimpering sound that makes my cock so hard it hurts.
I let my hand slip down to the fabric of her panties, groaning at the wetness there. “You do like it. You are soaking wet.”
“Fuck me,” she moans.
The pressure in my pants builds as my cock strains to break free. “Oh, I will, but not yet.” I spank her ass cheeks again. “I’m going to make you so needy that you beg me for my cock.”
Her thighs visibly quiver at my words.
I move aside the thin fabric of her panties and kneel behind her. The scent of her arousal drives me wild and my mouth waters.
I feel my cock leaking into my boxer briefs but ignore it.
All I can do is focus on making her wild, as my breath teases against the dripping wet folds of her pretty pussy nestled between her thighs.
“Aiden, please,” she moans.
I plunge my tongue into her sweet pussy, unable to hold myself back any longer. She tastes like pure fucking sugar. I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as Ilsa.
I groan the moment I taste her. Somehow, she tastes better than I remember in that lake. She’s pure femininity.
Ilsa gasps and bucks her hips backward, trying to drive my tongue deeper. I grab her hips and stop her from moving, digging my fingertips in hard. “Don’t move,” I growl, before licking her again.
The need to fuck her is driving me wild, but I want her to come and come until she’s so desperate. I need her to want me as much as I need her.
I let my teeth brush against her clit gently, enticing a deep moan from her. “Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she cries out as I replace my teeth with my fingers. I rub her to climax, licking her sweet juice spilling from her pussy.
This is only just beginning. By the time I finish with Ilsa, she won’t remember her damn name. That’s for sure.
10
Ilsa
It feels like my world explodes as my climax eases. Aiden doesn’t let up. He’s already working me into a frenzy again before it even ends. His fingers delve in and out of me without mercy.
“Aiden, please.”
He spanks my ass cheek, sending a stinging pain through me. It lights up every nerve in my body. “I’m not done with you yet. “
I freeze as his tongue probes at my asshole. “What are you—”
He spanks my ass cheek again and continues to lick the tight ring of muscles.
I groan, wondering if he’s broken me. It feels so dirty but amazing. His fingers curl deep inside of me. I feel every muscle in my body shake with need. Aiden has me so highly strung. I’m ready to explode.
No one has ever made me feel the same way as he does. It’s deep and powerful. I can’t put into words the sensations he is sending through my body.
Our souls join somehow—it’s spiritual and invigorating. I haven’t felt this powerful since I was a child before the coven broke apart.
“Aiden,” I gasp his name as he spanks my ass again before thrusting three fingers deep inside my pussy. His tongue still probes the sensitive nerves at my asshole. “Fuck. “
“That’s it, love. I want you to come while I lick your pretty little asshole,” he groans.
The dirty talk is all it takes to unravel me. I come apart, crying Aiden’s name. Thank God this cabin is far away from any other homes, as I’m sure I’m so loud people would hear me a mile away.
“So sweet,” he groans as his mouth leaves my ass, and I feel him standing.
I groan when I hear the sound of a belt buckle. I glance back at him, but he spanks my ass.
“Face forward.”
I quiver in anticipation as his pants drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs and then his shirt.
Aiden grabs my hips and pulls me up, forcing me to stand. He presses my back into his naked form, letting me feel every dip and curve of his muscles. Not to mention, his thick cock pressing in between my butt cheeks. “Is this what you want?” he murmurs, biting my earlobe softly.
I groan. “Yes, please, Aiden. I need you.”
He wraps his arms around me tightly, keeping my back against him. “Not sure you’ve come enough yet.”
I whimper as a weakness spreads through my muscles. The thought of coming anymore makes me feel spent but needy. Aiden lifts me in his arms effortlessly and carries me into the back room of the cabin. There’s a large bed in the center.
He sets me down and stares down at me, fisting his thick, swollen cock in his hands.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, erect and ready to take me. I let my fingers tease my aching nipples.
“That’s it, baby, play with your pretty nipples for me.” The heat in his eyes threatens to set me on fire. “I want you to make yourself come.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Aren’t you going to touch me?”
He shakes his head, smirking. “No, love. I want you to bring yourself to climax while you suck me.” He steps forward and rests at the edge of the bed.
I eagerly crawl toward his cock, desperate to taste his cum again.
His cock twitches in front of my face as I reach for it, slowly tugging him with my hand.
He grabs my wrist hard and shakes his head. “I said suck it, baby, not touch it.”
I let go of his shaft and open my mouth, letting my tongue dart out and taste the salty precum on the tip of his cock.
He forces his hips forward, and his cock slides into my throat immediately.
I gag on him, saliva spilling all over his shaft and balls.
He pulls back slightly, giving me a moment to compose myself, before thrusting back into my throat. His dominance is such a turn on.
Salty precum spills down my throat as I relax my gag reflex. All I focus on is breathing through my nose as Aiden starts to fuck my throat.
My fingers move over my clit as I suck on him, making him groan above me. It makes me feel powerful, making him feel as good as he has made me feel.
We’re both set on making each other feel good, and I can’t wait to feel him moving deep inside of me. He tightens his grip on my hair, as he starts to fuck my throat ruthlessly.
His eyes are pure dragon as he gazes down at me. He hardly looks human. I feel the tightness building deep inside of me still, as I rub my clit.
I’m going to come apart at any moment, and he knows it. The way he holds my gaze tells me that much. “That’s it, Ilsa. I want you to come with my cock down your throat,” he growls.
I feel his cock swell in my mouth.
“Fuck. I’m going to come, baby.”
He thrusts once more and explodes, cum flooding my mouth and throat. I swallow every drop. His release coaxes mine as I come with my lips still aro
und his shaft.
I pull off of him, moaning as I lick every drop of cum off him.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” I breathe.
His eyes darken as he grabs my chin and kisses me hard and deep. When we break away, I’m breathless and needier.
I glance at his cock. He’s still rock hard and ready for more. “Aiden, I need to feel you inside of me,” I gasp, as he sucks on my hard, aching nipples.
He tilts my head back, pulling on my hair gently. “I’m going to give you what you need, baby.” He pushes me back down on the bed and climbs over me. His muscles are tense.
I feel my body shake as his heavy cock settles against my clit. I’ve never felt so desperate to be joined to anyone before. He makes me insane with need. “Are you ready, love?”
I nod my head. “Never been more ready for anything.”
He smiles as he moves his lips to mine. “Beg me, baby.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Please fuck me, Aiden, right now.”
He groans and lines his cock up with my dripping wet pussy.
I’ve never been this turned on before in my life. My nipples are hard peaks. My pussy is soaked.
Aiden holds my gaze as he thrusts deep inside of me.
My pussy stretches to his enormous size, as he slides inside. “Fuck. “
He bites my bottom lip gently, holding still inside of me. It gives me a moment to get used to his size deep inside of me. “So fucking tight,” he groans.
I claw at his back with my fingertips, wanting to feel him move. “Fuck me now,” I whisper.
There’s a flash of fierce hunger in his eyes as he kisses me again, even harder this time. The desperation is on another level as we claw at each other. His fingers press into my hips possessively, making me moan.
He bites my bottom lip as he begins to move in and out of me. It feels like our souls merge the moment he begins to move—a deeply moving moment as we make love for the first time. Aiden’s eyes hold such powerful emotion as we maintain eye contact.