Chapter 51

*mature *
Samira

“I’m alright, it’s just … you don’t make pure light. There’s darkness in there as well.” I said sheepishly. It felt like a stubbed toe for a split second…
“I was worried a second.” He said relieved. “I know what I have to do Samira… He Killed Lupe too. He might have been a traitor, but he was still council. Because of that, everyone has rushed here to lick my boots, and lie that they care, or are loyal….”
He was right… The killing of council is universally a death sentence… He even hid it from the Kings… He tried…. He still tired to protect his brother. Had that part got out right now, with every King present…. Kaizen would be kill on sight.
The connection had been off for about 10 minutes, and we stayed in the office. It was time for office hours after all, and Tyson typed away with red eyes. There was not an ounce of mercy from him today… but at least the cases he chose to open were the last of the unicorn killers…
He was directing his anger quietly, and planning out not only what to do to them, but how to go about it as humanely as possible….
That is a dangerous quality, more dangerous than a temper…. A temper with aim…
He boiled so that he didn’t even hear me…. Tyson was focused on only one thing, his job…
I tried to as well, since I was Queen, everyone seems to ask me stuff first. Even Shakira asked about how he was, since she could scent him from outside. I half lied and told her that I’d handle it….
What could I do to ‘handle’ a nearly 400 pound, 7’5 Demon General? I can barely handle myself….
He pulled off the suit, shirt, and tie, leaving himself shirtless.
…His scent…. It wasn’t normal. There was a certain warning that wafted off him, even for me, his mate.
Why did I find that hot?
“Fucking, gods damn it father. I told you a thousand times not to *separate* the files into fucking categories. This is going to take forever now” He snarled slightly, complaining out loud. He leaned all the way back in his chair, and it creaked, even though it was designed for impossible people like him. “Sorry. I smell your fear, tiniest horsey.” He chuckled.
“Oh stop.” I complained. He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He *Wouldn’t*.
I never thought it. I never *said it*.
“….Sugarsnap Sprinklehoof.” He sang. “It’s sweet that you worry; but I’ll be fine.”
He pulled up the little pink tiniest horsey that I voice acted as a kid. I could Die!
“NO!” I yelled and he burst into laughter. I got up and hugged his neck. “Take it back!”
“…Hmm….. no. I prefer Sugarsnap Sprinklehoof. Samira is *boring*.”
I got up and massaged the King’s shoulders…
“I prefer lil muffin.” I hugged his neck, and gently kissed the nape of it. He hummed.
I had an idea.
“…. Now how’d you find *that* out.” He grinned.
“I have my ways my lord.” I said seductively. I’d heard his mom say it a bit ago, and just kept it in mind for a moment like this.
“That’s really adorable…. You’re too cute to be seductive. I thought you were sleepy.” He showed his fangs with his *cheese eating* smile!
“Shut up!” I blushed. “I *can* be seductive.” I countered.
“By all means, I win either way.” Tyson motioned me with a wave of his left hand. I started with a massage. That was seductive…. And feeling the intensity of the tingles made me hum now.
He was strong as they came, and he felt so stiff. I put a lot of force into the right side of his neck. Tyson arched into it, and I knew I shouldn’t have, but I knew the mark spot would sooth him.
“Thank you.” He said calmly.
His heartbeat was steady, though I could visibly see his pole start to rise with all my touching. “Thank you for loving me little mate, and going along with all my teasing. It’s so fun to mess with you.” He strained his eyes closed to snarl one more time, but now it was completely lustful. “You’re making me forget how cute you are.”
“Good.” I growled in his ear. It isn’t anything they can do… but I was kind of close. If not for being a kind of shifter, I’d have probably just sounded hu-
I was put into the king’s lap, and I could feel the lump grow. I held onto his shoulders, and gyrated my hips when we kissed. I made sure I was slow and dramatic as possible. I was cute yes, but I’m still a woman. I’m still a Queen.
I could scent the ecstasy of my mate, and for once, I felt his heartrate go up… He became rougher with our kiss, and I could feel his claws on my hips to support me. I sped up, and now that he was fully hard, I could hear him grunt with every rotation.
It was making me wet, and he put his tongue in my mouth. It was minty, and he swirled it around while I could feel a hand slip into my panties.
“Already wet I see. Cute.” He chuckled to himself.
“Oh.” I said when he slipped three fingers inside. Since I was sitting up like this, my button was well attended… and I moaned from my motions.
His fingers worked their magic inside me, and I could feel myself climb. I found myself nearly bouncing on them, though he used all his control to sit still. The King was *greedy* wanting to savor me…. Anytime I felt like I was getting too close, he slowed down.
“How bad do you want my dick?” He grinned. His eyes lightened up, no longer glowing hot anger, though they were still rubies.
“I want it now my lord.” I said with a dramatic whine, and his heart sped up again. He growled a low rumble, and bit my mark. “Oh my gods.” I said feeling myself pulse. The shockwave of intense pleasure made me moan wanting for more.
“I didn’t say *When*, I asked *how bad?*” He grinned letting go.
“Bad.” I panted. He picked me up, and I shimmied off my clothes. He helped before he unbuckled his belt.