30. I'm so sorry, my love. [18+]

Exhausted, Eve entered the living room. Becoming a mother for the second time seemed more challenging than it was with their first child. Ally was a quiet child; she loved to explore new things, yet always kept in a safe distance. On the other hand, Bea was way more needy and clingy, yet Eve didn't have enough energy to deal with everything on her own. For now, Eros arranged multiple nannies for the little bundle of joy, and Eve was left with the task of breastfeeding. Unfortunately, the King soon noticed that their long-awaited child was literally sucking the life out of her mother.

"Come here, sweetheart, sit down. You need to rest more; you shouldn't wall around the castle as if nothing bothers or tires you, Eve. Think about our children; they need you to be strong and healthy. And so do I. When was the last time you've eaten anything else than cereal or that disgusting spinach smoothie?" Eros scolded her, yet the way he opened his arms and approached his mate was full of care and worry. Lately, the King hasn't had enough sleep at the nights; the most time he spent awake was restless. He couldn't watch how Eve was killing herself, especially after the last checkups with the doctors. She was weak, way too weak to stand up longer than one minute without needing help. The King scooped her on his arms and held her in a gentle grip. Eve lost a lot of weight, reminding more of a rag doll than a human being. The biggest problem they had was her post-pregnancy hormone attacks, a common thing to happen to ones mated to Lycanthropes. The Queen, despite being weak, was in constant need of closeness and sex.

Eros enveloped his lips with hers, his kiss opening Eve's mouth open, their tongues dancing around each other as passionately as the first time they ever kissed. Her mind went black, not a trace of usual tiredness felt invading her body; yet again, she felt powerful. Eve didn't think of where the kiss might lead or how far they would go; the Queen focused on the pleasure that came with it. She felt Eros carrying her somewhere, but the Queen didn't care; she gave control over the situation to her mate without a doubt trusting him till the end of the world.

Suddenly, Eve felt herself flying in the air; she opened her eyes and yelped, landing on a bed with her back first, her nightgown flying open around her breasts. Eros shut the door behind him with his foot and took off his shirt, showing off the body build by Greek Gods. Just looking at him, Eve felt herself getting wet; if he didn't do anything, she would soak their bedsheets within a minute. Eros kicked off his jeans and crawled on top of Eve.

"We shouldn't do this, as much as I love and want you, as much as the scent of your arousal invites me to ravish you... We shouldn't; you're too weak, Eve." Eros rasped in her ear, taking in the scent of his mate. The male left butterfly kisses along her neck, teasing his Queen even more than ever.

Eve reached down and felt his bulging erection trying to shove its way out of his boxers. "Zip it, I want you as much as you want me, if not more. Make me the happiest woman on this damned planet." Eros groaned, moved her bra aside, and sucked on her breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple. Eve arched her back and moaned; the Queen had never felt as sexually frustrated as she felt for the last couple of weeks. Her hands slid to his hair, thugging onto it tightly, pushing his face closed to her breast.

"Alright then, let me show you how a real man loves his woman." Eros yanked Eve's panties off in one swift move and had her nearly naked below him. All that covered her body was the almost torn nightgown, which didn't seem to bother any of them. Eve reached down to feel how wet she was, but Eros pulled her hands away and pinned them above her head. The King held both her hands in one and leaned to her ear, whispering: " That's my job, love. You lay back, relax, and let me do the work." He bit into her earlobe teasingly and groaned. The sound sent shivers of pleasure down to Eve's core, making her skin feel as if it was on fire without his touch.
Eve nodded, her breathing becoming heavier; she couldn't bring out any words.

Eros let go of her hands and slid down to her feet, tracing kisses up to her knee. Eve grabbed the bedsheets as his lips traveled up to her inner thigh, and finally, his mouth landed on her sex. Eros didn't wait to plunge his tongue into her; he went straight to it, showing off the dominance and power the male possessed. His tongue teased her clit, making Eve feel better than she did ever before. The woman felt as if he had sent her on cloud nine without the need for encouragement.

"Oh, fuck, Eros," Eve said, tossing her head back and sliding her hands down to thug onto her mate's hair. The male didn't seem to mind as another, low growl formed in his chest, sucking onto her sex more aggressively.

He established a fast but steady pace of using his tongue and lips to toy with Eve's clit. His mouth sucked, tongue flicked, and danced around the entirety of her sex. Eros grabbed onto Eve's hips, holding her down, creating a pressure Eve tried to fight against, but halfway through, he switched it up and put his hands under her ass, squeezing it and causing Eve's body twitch with pleasure.

"Just wait till you get the actual taste of me. Holy fuck, have I missed your body." Eros rasped, taking a quick glance at his mate, before going right back to ravishing her sex.

"Do it now, get inside me." Eve gasped, unable to wait anymore. Her body burned in flames with such intensity, she felt as if soon enough the woman could burn their bedroom down.

"How close are you?" Eros smirked, teasingly flickering his tongue over her sex.

Eve kept quiet; she was way too close to the explosion of ecstasy, building up in her core, to speak. She bit onto her lip and let out another moan when Eros traced his tongue over her inner tight. The male grinned and kissed her delicate skin.

"Exactly my point." Eros groaned and his mouth, once again, returned to her sex, this time attacking it like a hungry animal. He didn't tease her anymore; the rough and fast movements of his tongue made Eve let out a scream of pleasure.

Within a few, short minutes Eve was practically tearing her hair out as the climax came on the horizon. She squeezed her legs around his head; her chest flushed red, Eve's hands found their way back to his hair, thugging onto it.
"Yes, of my God, don't stop, please don't stop!" She yelled, not even a single fear invading her mind about being too loud. Eve in the whole Kingdom heard her; she wouldn't care. Their King was taking what belongs to him; the man pleased his Queen right the way he's supposed to. There was nothing Eve would feel ashamed of, not anymore.

Eros looked up at her with the most seductive eyes Eve had ever seen, the short side smirk making him look nearly as if he was challenging her. They were the eyes that say, "You're under my control now; there's no place to run or hide." And God did that made Eve want him even more than before. It was only a momentary glance, but it was a glance that pushed Eve over the edge. With a squeeze of her ass and a little pressure of his tongue against her sex, Eros made Eve to orgasm. The hot rush of pleasure spread through her body, making the Queen see stars as she screamed out his name. Her body trembled, but Eros kept her under control, making sure she wouldn't try to escape his hold.

Eve had to shove him away with her hands for the pleasure he gave her threatened to transition to pain. Eve heard Eros taking off his boxers, but she was too busy catching her breath. She threw an arm over her eyes as she slowly calmed down, getting lower from the highs Eros had sent her to.

"Ready for some more?" Eve opened her eyes to see his naked body hovering over hers. Her eyes traveled down to his cock, she bit onto her lip, silently wondering when was the last night they spent together, pleasing each other over and over again.

"My King seems to be a little eager, no rest for the weary?" Eve said with a bright smile spreading all over her lips.

"No." Eros laughed, leaning to her ear. "I told you I'm going to show you how a real man loves his woman." Eros put his head over her left shoulder; Eve stared at the ceiling, eager to feel him fully once again. She felt him brush against the opening of her pussy. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around him, still trying to recover from the last orgasm. And then, Eros started to slide into her, smoothly without any friction. As soon as Eros was sure that he could, he began pumping his cock into her furiously, shaking the bed, and shifting it on its moorings.

"Eros!" Eve whimpered, uttering his name with almost every thrust that followed. She dug her nails into his back, holding for her dear life as Eros growled into her ear.
The next moment he withdrew his cock and grabbed Eve by her waist, turning her body around. She faced the bedsheets as Eros grabbed her hips and lifted her ass a little, positioning himself between her tights. He thrust into her deeply and aggressive, moaning out her name as she clenched onto the bedsheets and moved her hips to meet his movements.

Eve threw her head back, screaming out as she reached the next orgasm, her body trembling under his. The King's movements became more primal, if that was possible, until he finally groaned out, reaching an orgasm on his own.

The Queen didn't register when and how it happened, but a bold of unbearable pain shot through her body. Before Eve lost consciousness, she whispered out his name, feeling how the pain started from her shoulder, spread through her more violently than ever before. Eros bit her, held her shoulder in a tight grip for longer than the time, when he marked Eve as his and let go, licking the remains of her blood.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I had to do this." The King whispered into her ear and gently kissed her cheek.

Eros couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't let his mate die. She was too weak to live for longer than a few months. Maybe he was selfish, perhaps he thought more of himself, but the King refused to live without his Queen. Of course, having sex was something they enjoyed, but taking in Eve's health- sex wasn't the best activity for her. So the King came up with an idea of fulfilling his plan without Eve noticing a thing. Eros dressed up, ran to the bedroom, and threw a towel into the sink. He didn't waste much time to clean his sleeping mate and change her clothes. As soon as the King was done, he mind-linked the doctor who was supposed to help him.

"My King." The doctor entered their bedroom within a few minutes, keeping his head low. Their eyes wouldn't meet even for a second; everyone around the Kingdom knew that it was a great risk. Pissing off a King, Lychanatrope at that, who was worrying about his mate, would be a death sentence. Nobody wished to fall from his hand, not even the strongest and bravest.

"Doctor, I followed your instructions. I made sure to hold the flesh for more than a minute; the venom should kick in any moment now. Make sure that she gets the best treatment you guys can arrange. Is the room ready?" Eros couldn't look away from Eve. Her body seemed fragile and weak; he felt guilty for manhandling her as if she was at her absolute best health. The woman, sleeping on the bed, wasn't his outspoken and robust mate. It was her shell, waiting to become a better, healthier version of herself. All Eros was left with was waiting until she would get better. For herself and her family.

"That is great, my King. I'm sure Queen Evengalive will recover within a few weeks; she's mated to a strong man and had given you two beautiful children. Even as a human, she is much stronger than you could ever know- no human before had given birth to more than one shifter child. Should I find some warriors to help me get the Queen to the hospital wing, or would you help me?" The doctor had a soft spot for Eve. She saved the older man from a rogue trial years ago; he promised his ultimate trust to his Queen since then. No other ruler before her had ruled with their heart as much as Eve did.

"I shall bring my mate downstairs, don't worry. Arrange at least five guards to her door and three more close to the hospital room window. Her safety is our main priority now." Eros spoke coldly, not even glancing at the doctor.

Carefully, he picked Eve on his arms and carried her to the hospital wing. Everyone on his way parted and bowed their heads. Eros overheard some servants whispering about Eve, all of them worried about their Queen's health. Not even one of them assumed that their King would hurt his mate in any way; that was one of the things which made him smile. Eros loved shifters in his Kingdom for their trust in him and Eve. They respected the Royals and were loyal to any decision they made.

Soon enough, Eros stood next to Eves hospital bed, holding onto her hand. The male leaned closer, kissed her forehead, and whispered: "I'm so sorry, my love." The King left her hospital room with an intention to return within a couple of hours. Eros knew that since now, he would live between her hospital room and the cabinet.