Chapter 18: SHE WAS NOT MY MATE

PRINCE SEBASTIAN

I sat slumped on my throne for hours after the doctor and my beta had left thinking of every single thing that had happened.

How had all these come to be?

All concerns of being tired and weary had long since left me, since after receiving all the sequence of bad news.

The worse being that the traitor was pregnant, with my baby.

I was a bad king. I admitted it.

But I was grateful for one thing, that I had not killed her yet before the news of the pregnancy had surfaced.

That would have been a worse crime, to silence her from the world with our baby inside of her.

Our?

When had Ellen and I become an Our?

She was not my mate.

Her twin sister Elena was my mate!

I was fast becoming unable to distinguish the both of them, a traitor from a mate. I was seeing only one person, the girl who had come into my bed and taken me to a different dimension.

And it worried me because it should not be so. I should not be thinking about a traitor to the crown. I should not be wondering what would become of her.

But I still was.

I kept wondering if she was alive, if she was fine and if those rogue prisoners had done anything to harm her.

I kept praying ti the moon goddess for her to be safe. I might have tried deceiving myself that I was not doing this for her but for our baby, but my discerning brain would not let me.

Damn!

Why on earth was I so bothered about someone who had wronged me?

Why was I so concerned about someone who had wronged my mate?

Why was I so anxious about someone who had deceived the both of us, drugged me and and my mate, showed up at our date as Elena and climbed into my bed?

Why did I care what became of her? Why did I pray for her safety? Why did I want no harm to come to her?

Why?

I could not have feelings for the girl, could I? No! Never!

I refused to admit that I felt something for that traitor.

I was getting muddle headed by lust.

It was no real emotion.

It just went through you, messing with your head and your entire composure, your self control and your will.

That was the plethora of reasons why she was not six feet under today.

I had kept moving her trial. Last I had said her trial would proceed on my return, which was today.

All these, it was only because I could not bring myself to end her life, not after what the both of us had shared that night.

She had been sweet.

I could remember her taste on my lips, in my mouth, in my heart.

I could remember the feel of my hands on her body, her hands on my body, and her soft body on mine.

I could remember clearly the thick intense emotions that we had been wrapped up in as I had explored every inch of her.

I could remember the way the emotions she had been feeling had shifted in her brown eyes. She must have been wearing contacts because last time I saw her, she had the darkest of eyes with long dark sweeping lashes framing them.

All these just to trick me into believing she was Elena. All these just to crawl her way into my bed, and into my heart I was supposing because I could not stop thinking about her.

I could not stop thinking about the way her breast had felt on my tongue, warm and soft, hard sensitive nipples that grew harder as my tongue circled them.

I could not stop thinking about the way her body had arched sultrily as my tongue had invaded her soft wet petals, her sweet lovely garden.

I could not stop thinking about the way her eyes had widened with surprise in them as I had filled her with my long hard cock.

I could still hear her moans, soft and enthralling, whimpers of pleasures as she had welcomed me into her body.

I could still feel her sleek and wet entrance, opened by me. She had been a virgin. I knew. She was so tight, so wet, so beautiful.

And I had enjoyed her, all of her.

I had enjoyed the way she had held into me and I had thrusted in and out of her, slowly, allowing her to get accosted to the size of my cock.

I had enjoyed the way her fingers had gone into my skin when I had increased my speed, going at the perfect pace for both of us.

I had enjoyed her soft whimpers of pleasures and her purrs for more.

I remembered going faster, thrusting madly in and out of her, the feeling it brought refreshing and delightful.

I loved the way her moans had turned into screams as I had pounded her. I loved the way she had begged for her release. I loved the way she had tightened around me as she came down from her peak.

I remembered coming violently, spilling all of my seeds into her, hazy with the appealing pleasure she had brought to me.

I had loved everything so much.

But, it had all been a lie. A lie that I was yet to recover from. A lie that left me pining for another woman, in my arms, me inside of her, a woman other than my mate.

A lie that left me hard like marble.

I stood from my throne and finally made my way to that bathroom without any hindrance.

I took off every piece of clothing on me and stepped into the shower.

Though I was still dirty, my current situation did not demand a hot soak. It demanded an extremely cold shower.

I hit the shower and let the water run down my large sinewed body.

It was no use, the cold water. I was still as hard as a rock.

I needed some kind of release.

I reached down and ran my hands over my length, slowly at first, thinking of my mate, Elena.

I felt...nothing.

But when I replaced Elena with Ellen, a dark eyed curly head with teary eyes, I groaned.

And by the time I was done recounting every thing that made up Ellen, I was close to my climax.

I slid my hand over myself as my mind went back to out night together. I imagined her mouth wet on my cock,her tongue stroking it, my cock deep inside her throat, her hands gripping my thighs, and my hands on her curly hair, guiding her lips up and down my cock, sucking me senseless with her dark gaze holding mine.

And I sprouted across the entire shower stall, shaking and coming so good I saw stars dancing in my line of sight, even after i had shut my eyes tightly to ride out the effect of my orgasm.

I was really a bad king.

Ellen was missing, with my baby growing in her. And here I was, in the shower stall, simply masturbating to images of her sucking my cock in my head.
Was I not a fool?