Chapter 24

*has some mature themes*
Samira
We silently went up the stairs… I could see the servants gossiping about me when they thought I wouldn’t hear.
“A unicorn was not a good match for the Horned King.” Said one. That voice was female, and I began to look around to see who it was.
“I agree… all she does is cry.” Said a male Omega coldly. He had black hair in a ponytail, but all I saw was his back. “Queen Gwen would already be on a plane.”
“Shush! They may hear!” Said a third, female servant. I saw all three of their faces in passing, but I know only one of them made eye contact with me. “I think she knows.” She was the youngest.
“All the better.” Said the gray-haired Omega. The other two both had black hair. “It must be said, even if not to his face directly…. He should have mated a councilman’s granddaughter, and rejected such a weak woman.”
“I am going to wring Kole’s neck.” Hissed Mr. Julian. “Forgive them your highness, they will be reprimanded.”
“No. They are entitled to their opinion… I’m inclined to agree….” I admitted.
“No one thinks less of you, my queen. At least not with those who serve the king, not lowly estate retainers.” Said Mr. Julian a little angrily. “My lady you look so sullen…. Your tears moved the entire court.” He opened the door with a bowed head, and I went in, disgusted with myself.
“My people need me now more than ever, yet I am here because I couldn’t contain myself…. I must be strong Mr. Julian….Those old men at best pity me…. I can’t keep running away and crying… not here.” I held onto the doorknob a bit, squeezing it in my frustration.
“…My lady no one expects you to be Queen in a day. From his majesty’s face, I know what you two saw was beyond unsavory, something you have no experience with. Omegas born here have the luxury of never knowing what the real world is like. Forgive their ignorance.” He said honestly, bowing one last time before I closed the door.
I knew they were killing my people… but I didn’t know they were slaying children… All for a horn… For a high. But this was reality. My entire life I was sheltered too.
I had to come to terms with the reality that my people are turned into sugar cubes and salt licks for the rich…
My entire life I was shielded from the harsh truth…. That my tears are so addictive, that and addict would have licked them off the palace floor….
But I’m also not stupid…
I could bet money one of those servants got paid to say that within earshot. It just didn’t add up with how Tyson is so rigid. They fear him…. But they also admire him too. To one with no power at all, it wouldn’t make sense to anger a man who could and would behead them if he’d heard….
I stewed in my own thoughts for about an hour, when Court is dismissed… With his gentle knock on the door, I knew Tyson probably left as soon as he banged his gavel….
“Come in.” I said since it also seemed that he was being a gentleman.
He sauntered in taking off his jacket, then tie and shirt. The belt too…
Tyson’s rough hands gently cupped my face. He looked in my eyes before gently leaning down, and kissing my forehead. “Adorable little dove, hold your tears.” He said kissing each cheek.
“Your highness…” I was stopped by him gently running fingers through my hair, gripping it lightly.
The kiss we shared was hot, and passionate… his hold somehow got me in his pants-less lap, sporting only black boxers. He held me to his chest, and I could hear his steady heartbeat…. You would think he was sitting at his desk… not erect….
“Your heat tempts me, but you are not ready.” He said kissing the top of my head.
“Who said that?” I asked with a playful smile.
“Apparently *just me*.” He chuckled.
Tyson made a note to close the canopy curtains this time…. So we could be alone, without the prying eyes and itchy, nosy ears of gossiping servants and council trying to hear us.
He petted my loose hair, and I played with his; it was so long. Silky too…. I expected a demon’s hair to be rough… and stink of sulfur. I was told they always smell of struck matches and rotten eggs… but he only smelled of dominance.
That scent, that high level of testosterone, was pretty universal. If you couldn’t see he was a king, I know any shifter would certainly scent it… My mate was a specimen of might… and I longed for him to do more than be gentle…. But for now, I bid my time.
“There is no need to bide time little dove.” He said with a light caress of my thigh.
I accepted my mate’s slow, hesitant advances as I sat in his lap. He was giving me plenty of time and room to deny him, but I wouldn’t. It wasn’t the *right* time… but when will it ever be?
“You don’t have to rationalize why you want this.” He said tenderly, kissing my neck, just shy of my mark.
I moaned at the small explosion of trickling tingles that ran down my neck strait to my core, fast as water.
He chuckled. “I have my dove cooing already.”
“So it seems.” I hummed a little louder when his hands moved from my sides, to my mark spot.
He massaged the crook of my neck, each stroke of his rough hands made me understand what I was missing… His motions were steady and controlled…. Yet, I could feel that untamed, unbendable nature of my mate *dying* to come out…
Tyson was gentle with his movements, and the sparks set me on fire… At first, his intentions were merely comfort, but I could sense the arousal through our bond much stronger than before.
“How wanting you are.” He hissed. I could feel his member pulse under me…. I could tell he was already almost hard. “Perceptive too.”
“Maybe I should service my king?” I suggested.
“It won’t fit.” He grinned.
“Then I’ll make it.” I countered. He raised his eyebrows in shock, but I needed my mate.
This yearn was more intense than the dreams…. I didn’t even feel dirty behaving so uncourtly…
“Fuck that’s hot.” He grunted when I grabbed hold of it…
How does it fit in me?