I Need to Devour You
Cleopatra's POV
“Not here…” I whispered, my voice thick with embarrassment.
“Of course. Not here,” he growled and swung me over his shoulder.
I managed to wiggle free but before I could even turn around, strong, familiar hands that sent delicious electricity all over my body scooped me up with one hand.
I yelped, startled, as the kitchen ladies giggled louder, their faces a mixture of amusement and feigned shock.
Williams slung me over his shoulder, and I peeled the seasoning-covered gloves off my hands, dropping them to the floor. "Let me down!" I protested, swatting at his back.
"We still have so much to do! The Alphas will soon be here!"
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound against my stomach. "Before I face those devouring Alphas and councils, my queen," he murmured, his voice husky, "I need to devour you first."
"Williams, put me down!" I insisted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
He slapped my butt, a firm, playful smack. "Be still, my queen," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, as he carried me out of the pack house.
From my upside-down angle, I saw people stop, murmuring and laughing, some even covering their faces in embarrassment for me. I buried my own face in his back, a blush creeping up my neck.
He marched straight towards our private quarters, nearly kicking the door down in his haste.
The moment we were inside, he set me down on the bed, not gently, but with a barely controlled urgency. I scooted away playfully, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "And what, pray tell, is my husband doing?"
He advanced, a predatory glint in his own eyes. "Just a horny husband trying to get laid."
"We have a meeting!" I exclaimed, scrambling to my feet. "And things to put in place! The guests will be here in a few minutes!"
He didn't listen. His hands reached for the delicate silk gown I wore, tugging at the fabric. His mouth found my neck, feasting on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The gown, however, wasn't budging. With a low growl of impatience, he ripped it open, the sound of tearing silk echoing in the quiet room. He lowered himself on top of me, shedding the last of our clothes in a frenzy of urgency.
"I'm warning you, Williams," I whispered, breathless, as he hovered over me. "It's not too late to stop."
He growled, a deep, primal sound, and bit my earlobe, sending a jolt through my body.
I arched beneath him. "You know I have an appetite, my King," I purred, my hands tracing the hard lines of his shoulders. "Once you ignite it, we are not leaving here for an hour. Or two."
He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm well aware, my Queen." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. "Seduce me," he whispered, achingly.
And I did. I turned over, straddling him, and began tracing wet kisses from his neck, down his chest, lingering on his taut stomach. He grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, but I didn't sit on him yet. Not yet.
I teased him, stroking his length, feeling him pulse beneath my touch. "How bad do you want me, my King?" I murmured, my voice husky. "Say please."
“Please, my queen.”
The last words left his mouth in a guttural plea, and then, with a sharp intake of breath, I impaled myself on his already hard cock.
I leaned down, kissing him deeply as he took my mouth hungrily, a growl of pure satisfaction rumbling in his chest. His grip on my waist tightened, urging me to grind. But I took my time, savoring the feeling of him filling me, stretching me.
Then, I started to ride him, my back arched, my hands flat against his chest as I rode him faster, bouncing, the sounds of our bodies meeting echoing like music to my ears.
With a sudden groan, he flipped me over, his body covering mine, and began thrusting, deeper and deeper until no space was left between us, filling me entirely.
When we both came, we buckled, bodies trembling with excitement and sweat, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
He lay on his side, breathing heavily, his body still pressed against mine. "Fuck, I've missed this," he murmured, trailing kisses all over my body, his mouth finding my breasts, suckling gently.
One moment I was protesting that we should go, and the next, I was riding him again, unable to resist the pull.
"Fuck, I'm addicted to you, my love,” he murmured, nuzzling into my side.
"As you should be," I replied with a breathy sigh.
A loud knock on the door startled us. "Your Majesties," a voice announced from outside, "the guests have started arriving."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, scrambling off the bed. "We have to go!" I rushed towards the bathroom, leaving him sprawled on the bed, but of course, my darling husband followed.
Without any warning, he slammed into me from behind, his hand firm on my waist as he moaned my name.
“Williams!”
“Just one more time,” he growled, thrusting.
One more became another and another.
His hand found my clit as he continued to thrust inside me, stroking and thrusting at the same time.
And then he turned me over, my back pressed against the cool bathroom tiles, lifting one of my legs as it wrapped around his waist.
I bit down on his shoulder, his neck, then his chest, as he thrust faster and deeper, and we both came undone. Again.
"Oh my god, Williams!" I said out loud when we were finally dressing, laughing breathlessly. My eyes caught the marks on his neck and chest—love bites, red and proud.
"We have to cover those up," I said, buttoning his shirt, but he only grinned, that boyish grin that always set me off balance.
"Are you okay now?" I asked, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction in my voice. "Can we go?"
"I mean, we can go again," he muttered, leaning down, but I grabbed his lips, pulling him out of the room. "No, King Williams. Not now. You have people waiting for you!"
We got outside our quarters and parted ways, but not before he kissed my forehead, a lingering, possessive kiss.
"We'll continue tonight," he whispered, "and let Jayden sleep over at the pack house, because it might get really loud."
I swatted his hand away with a heartfelt laugh. "Go on! Let me go check how things are in the kitchen."
We parted ways, heading in opposite directions. But guess what I came to find when I finally walked into the grand hall, ready to take my place by his side?
The mischievous king had unbuttoned his shirt, those tell-tale bite marks brazenly on display.
As I walked in, I couldn't help but feel the stares. Everyone must think I'm a damn vampire right now.
Williams!
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