Chapter 211
After watching Mateo kiss Jeanette on her lips and tracing his mouth down to her breast and Jeanette moaning at his every touch, Phoebe could not help but be slightly disgusted by the thoughts that it was father and daughter having s*x, 'I hope he is not her real father,' Phoebe thought standing up and undoing her dress again, remembering that she needed to rinse her body from the enchantress spell powder.
Phoebe smiled to herself and thought, 'I cannot believe it actually worked.' The reason Mateo fell so deeply in love so fast with her was that the moment he spoke to her from behind, breathing in the powder from her hair the spell was effective, and the more he touched her the more the powder spell will make him fall in love with her. The spell will wear off once she rinses it off so Phoebe took a long relaxing bath while listening to Jeanette's climaxing loud moans and screams.
‘I am never going to be able to tell him to stop,’ Jeanette thought as Mateo brought her to climax once again.
“Is he really that good? I thought he would have been bleeding out by now,” Phoebe said, walking out of the bathroom and looking for a hairdryer on the vanity table.
“I don’t want to kill him anymore. It will be a waste to kill such a beautiful man with such great talent,” Jeanette said, Mateo’s face between her legs, her fingers plated into his hair.
“Well, he is yours to do with what you want but we will have to leave before the sun rises, while the world is still sleeping,” Phoebe said, before switching on the hairdryer to dry her hair.
By the time Phoebe’s hair was dry Jeanette reached her next climax and finally utter the word, “Stop.”
Mateo fell onto the bed, exhausted, ‘guess now is as good a time as any to die,’ he thought as he lived so long already.
“Not sure I want a man that is madly in love with another woman though,” Jeanette said, referring to the fact that Mateo was lovesick for Phoebe.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, it was just an enchantress spell,” Phoebe said laughing.
“Enchantresses are very dangerous, what did she want in exchange? Wait, let me guess, your first child?” Mateo joked.
“No, yours,” Phoebe lied, smiling evilly.
Mateo traced his finger around Jeanette’s finger before tracing it up her arm and around her neck and for a moment she thought he was going to choke her but then he pulled her in towards him and kisses her.
“I don’t think saying ‘stop,’ worked,” Jeanette said as Mateo wrapped his arms around her body and forced her on top of him.
“Do what you do best,” Mateo said, wanting her to end him.
Jeanette was a little bit confused and so was Phoebe, both looking at him.
“Well, you heard the man,” Phoebe said, laughing, stepping out onto the veranda, “I will wait outside.”
‘First I need to have him one last time,’ Jeanette thought, and she positioned herself on top of his erection.
Jeanette started to reach her climax point again and she notices that Mateo was also close to it but she reached hers before he does and lets her guard down; she has never allowed her heart to be open and as she felt conflicted about whether to kill Mateo or not her walls came down but when the ‘fated mate’ bond ripped through her mid climax she didn’t realize it and mistaken it as part of her orgasm.
‘I have to end him, he will hunt me down,’ Jeanette thought before biting into him, but she could not bring herself to finish the job. “Dammit,” she said, getting off him. Jeanette grabbed a shirt from Mateo’s wardrobe and pants that was way too big for her, but she used one of his ties to keep it around her waist.
Mateo just looked at her, still in shock that she was his fated mate and not really understanding why she was not reacting to it, like un-mating or something.
“What now?” Mateo asked referring to the fact that they have mated.
“Now you leave me, you let me go or I will have my new friend end you,” Jeanette warned.
“Jeanette, wait,” Mateo tried to stop her when she opened the door leading to the veranda.
“Goodbye Mateo,” she said.
“Take me with you, we can be together,” Mateo suggested.
Jeanette just laughed at the notion.
‘But we are fated mates,’ Mateo mind linked her using their bond.
‘How are you doing that?’ Jeanette wondered as she was not part of his pack anymore.
‘Didn’t you feel it when we mated?’ Mateo mind linked her, still on the bed as he was still compelled.
‘What are you talking about?’ Jeanette mind linked him.
‘We are fated mates, that is probably why you don’t want to finish me off.
“Ready to leave this sh*thole behind?” Phoebe asked, ready to pick Jeanette up.
“I think Mateo and I are fated mates, it must have happened while we were busy having s*x,” Jeanette said confused.
“Are you sure?” Phoebe asked.
“I believe so,” Jeanette said.
“Guess you are not the person I thought you are,” Phoebe said.
“What do you mean?” Jeanette asked.
“If you are fated to him then it means you have Alpha blood and not royal blood. I thought you might be one of the princesses that were stolen from the castle almost two decades ago,” Phoebe said.
“Princess? Me? Maybe an Alpha but then again is it even possible for a half-blood Lycan to be an Alpha?” Jeanette asked.
“Half-blood?” Phoebe asked.
“Yeah, my mother told me I was left on the doorstep of a house in America where they were hiding out during the human war,” Jeanette said.
“Let me drink from you,” Phoebe asked.
“What? Do you have a death wish?” Jeanette asks, looking down at the center court of the compound.
“I am a natural born so anyone can drink from me and I can drink from anyone, including wolves. If I drink from you, I might be able to see the faces of adults that were around you when you were a baby. Also, perhaps your blood will taste like another royal princess I know,” Phoebe informed her.
“O-k,” Jeanette dragged out, thinking her new friend was just crazy but she held her arm out to her.
Jeanette flinched when Phoebe sunk her fangs into her flesh, “I thought it will hurt a whole lot more.”
Phoebe noticed that Jeanette did mate with Mateo, ‘maybe just maybe he is royal himself,’ she thought concentrating on going as far back as possible, and then she saw the familiar face of her arch-enemy, Queen Lana.
Phoebe retracted her fangs and licked Jeanette’s wound to seal it up.
“And?“Jeanette asked, eager to know.
“You are who I thought you are and that means Mateo is also royal or at the very least has royal blood running through him.
Phoebe walked back into the room, Jeanette following.
“Good thing you didn’t kill him, Phoebe said, standing over Mateo.
“Back so soon,” Mateo laughed.
“Who are you really? Any royal blood running in your family?” Phoebe asked seriously.
“Well, let’s just say Queen Isabelle the First that reigned over Castile was not a virgin when she married King Ferdinand the Second; who reigned over Asturias.
“I have no idea who that is, but I take it that you are her bastard child?” Phoebe asked.
“That statement will be correct,” Mateo said.
“Ok then,” Jeanette said.
“So do you two want to un-mate as we really need to get going,” Phoebe said.
“Why didn’t we mate before?” Jeanette asked.
“Sometimes we unknowingly block ourselves from finding our fated mates, heartache, fear of rejection and I assume in the two of your cases you both felt abandoned and rejected by your mothers and therefore unknowingly kept your hearts closed,” Phoebe suggested.
Jeanette looked over at Mateo and wondered if he can be love-sick for her the way he was with Phoebe earlier on.
‘Absolutely. You know I have had my eyes on you since you shifted the first time and I guess it was not entirely in my control since we were destined to be together,’ Mateo mind linked her, answering her question.
“But you miss treated me! It was just a few hours ago that you whipped me until a bleed,” Jeanette said, pulling the oversized shirt up to show him the scars.
Mateo frowned in pain at the sight of the scars, the scars he caused.
