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Demona MaxwellDo you think that was a good way to start their relationship or is Lorcan asking for trouble? I think it was the perfect appetizer for the main course. Let me know what you think in the comments.
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Fated to the Queen 8.2-Satisfied
“And Because you needed him to finish what he started so that I could do this,” I growled at her mouth, making her swoon. Lifting her to me and swiftly gliding her core back down my exposed shaft. Perfectly wet for my entrance, she wraps her legs around my waist on reflex. Grunting together at this moment is everything to me as she purrs. Holding her standing, she clings to me, looking deep into my eyes. She moans in pleasure, and I begin thrusting up into her. Sparks erupt like canons as we collide, and she screams with a few quick thrusts. My body is in overdrive. I lean us up against an upturned boat. I pound Kimarhi to the rhythm of our moans. She finally roars an orgasm for me. The sparks are pushing me faster and deeper with the feeling of her wet warmth around my throb. I want her to come again so I can join her this time. “My Love, roar again for me. I need to hear you, to feel you,” I command in her ear. “It’s your turn,” she commands with a grin. Kimarhi pushes her weigh
Fated to the Queen 8.3-Satisfied
“I can’t believe how good this all tastes,” Kimarhi says through a mouthful, melting me with her carefree nature. So different from the woman who kicked my ass and then made me quiver moments ago. I laugh aloud, and Kimarhi becomes bashful, like she forgot I was here. She kisses my lips but returns to eating with a cup in hand. “Miss Anya, would you like to ask me anything? I see you staring at me,” I prod without looking away from my Kimarhi. Anya, eyeing me watching Kimarhi, looks away and snickers a smile. “No sir, just admiring. Our Queen is happy! Make sure she stays that way, or respectfully, you WILL be washing those dishes, my King,” she says, pointing to the sinks full of dirty cookware. Anya seems to care for Kimarhi like a mother, and I have no doubt in her words and hope never to test them. I understand her relationship with Theo and now Anya. They are family. We eat in silence the rest of the time. My Queen finishes her meal and then some. Soon after, Anya shoos us out
Fated to the Queen 9.1-Lingering
The Watcher - Lion Island How could this happen now? I think while spying on them silently, clawing at the bark from my hiding space. It’s all I can do while that disgusting dog defiles my Queen. Should I allow it to continue? For years I’ve been subtle with my actions, but my advances get ignored. Queen Kimarhi would sleep around on occasion with a warrior. I would allow her to be a slut if they were Lions, and in the end, she was mine. She stands here, enjoying every moment with him and his helper, the warrior who recently caught her attention. The mutt needs a Lion to please my Kimarhi, after all. It is unsurprising, given that he’s acting like a weak Alpha. A smirk spreads across my face at his ineptitude. I go to one knee, continuing to endure the show. Their scents drift towards me, her scent of flowers muddied by the aroma of wet dog. I work to keep quiet, as it’s difficult to breathe, but it means they will not notice me watching. How can you allow him to touch you like th
Fated to the Queen 10.1-Progress
Kage - Spring of 1989 - Shadow Clan From what I understand, your birthday is supposed to be a celebration. But here I am, in my fourteenth year in this world, being berated by an instructor. I sit back in frustration, my legs folded beneath me. A hard slap to the back of the head brings me out of my thoughts. “Now focus your energy,” the instructing warrior says, “You are a wolf shifter, and this should come naturally to you, Kage!” “Yes, sir,” I whisper, ignoring his arrogance. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, focusing everything I have on compelling my body to transform. There isn’t much to read about this in any of my studies, so I must figure it out for myself. I imagine my body slowly changing shape, moving from one form to another. Energy flows like water, so this is what I focus on. But another smack breaks my concentration. My eyes shoot open, glaring up at my instructor. I look over at The Council members, but they all seem angry with me for a reason I do not under
Fated to the Queen 11.1-Home
Lorcan - Wolf Island - Day before The Summit After two hours at sea, our ship comes to the Maelstrom of the Archipelago—a large pool of whirling current set equally between all the Islands. If appropriately navigated, it will quicken our trip home. The whooshing of the water drowns out all else, even the winds. This dilemma requires us to use the Pack Link to communicate directions to each other. ‘All hands, sails up, we coast in slow,’ I say through the link as the men scurry about the deck, preparing for the transition. The sound of the Maelstrom muffles their movements and hard work. The ocean flows over the hull and onto the deck while the waves carry us in. I firmly hold the helm and steer the boat into the current. ‘Steady, steady,’ I warn, waiting for a suitable break in the swirl of violent water. ‘And drop the Front sails,’ I command through the link. A fluttering of sheets rips through the air, the wind catching them ideally to push us over the breakpoint. ‘And now the
Fated to the Queen 11.2-Home
Being home has kept me busy, saying goodbye to friends and warriors I’ve grown up with. I even expressed my fair wells to a few she-wolves I ran with. I was surprised they were all happy for me. I’m feeling downcast, and I finally pull myself away to brood. Alone in my now bare room, I shed a few tears. But as a King, I can’t linger too long. I shower and dress for one last dinner in my childhood home. While lacing up my shoes, I suddenly have this empty feeling. Without Kimarhi here by my side feel I might break. At that moment, her wonderful floral perfume hits my nose. I’m automatically drawn to the laundry and dig out what I just threw in. Kimarhi’s pheromones cling to my shirt, and I instantly feel at ease. My heart steadies, and I feel a sense of love and completion. I’m in awe, and sure this is how I was able to stay calm today. I tuck the garment away in my luggage for later, feeling the need to keep it close. Walking the halls of the clan house, I’m reminded of chasing my
Fated to the Queen 12.1-Longing
Kimarhi - Lion Island - Day before the Summit Waking up refreshed, I realize the bed is empty; Lorcan left late last night. I fight back the tears as I feel very lonely now. It happened in such a blur yesterday. I was fated, and he was mine. Lorcan also gave me more than I bargained for, that’s for sure. Our first time together was magnificent. He wasn’t angry with what we did, nor did he hold it against me. The fated bond is no joke; I have seen others living it, like Theo and Helena, but only experienced it for the first time yesterday. It isn’t easy to feel happy when he isn’t here. I force myself out of bed, not realizing I’m crying. All this will be an adjustment. I’ve never had to rely on anyone, and now my heart feels emptier. I felt this way when Lorcan was talking with his father yesterday. I was nervous about announcing him to my people as their King. It’ll be fine, and he must fulfill his family obligations before returning to me to his new home. ‘My Queen would you like
Fated to the Queen 12.2-Longing
'What was that about?' Tavers asks through the pride link, taking a seat to my left. 'I’m not sure. Dorian has always been respectful, but just now, he was downright rude.' I answer by repeating Dorian’s opinion. 'I thought everyone would be happy they have a King again, but Dorian just seems hateful,' I say with eyes closed to hide that I'm using the link. My anger subsides as I sense a warm hand on mine. Tavers runs his fingers across my wounded knuckles, and even they feel better. His touch, like Anya's, soothes me into calmness. 'Just know that those insecurities are his own, My Queen. Think nothing of it.' He taps my hand, removing his, and follows up with the best thing he can say. 'Dorian will be removed from the council as of now. I will speak with him later. You concentrate on other things, my Queen.' He knows what I need to hear. Feeling better, I look at Dorian’s back as he walks down the hall. With a smug smile, I shake off this situation and concentrate on Sir Tavers.
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Fated to the Queen 24.2-Apologies
Imagyn holds the back of my head like it’s fragile. She softly hums, running her fingers through my hair. Her touch is soothing, and she is too kind to me. “My loving Wolf, it just tickles,” she says sweetly, “and it feels much better now. Thank you, Lorcan.” My heart flutters as she says my name. I kiss her thighs again, and the bruises lighten. I continue to touch her skin, and they are barely visible anymore. I’m amazed by this mate bond and her healing. “My Serpent,” she calls over her shoulder. Xim comes up behind her, kissing her with care. I am in awe of them both. “My Alpha, stand up!” he says, not looking at me but at Imagyn. I do so in a hurry not to anger him more. I am met by their longing but firm gazes. I could smell Imagyn clearly, but Xim’s scent was still faint. “NEVER, again, will you bruise her skin!” He bellows, making me bow my head. His tone is like a command, making me proud. “No, My Alpha, never again,” I say with all the love in my heart, “I Promise!” “
Fated to the Queen 24.1-Apologies
Lorcan My purring lioness knew what I needed at that moment, and I loved her so much for it. The sexual tension has been thick since meeting Imagyn. We said we would wait. One day doesn’t seem like a lot, but being fated comes with increased libido. Plus, today was different. I needed what was mine. Kimarhi lays exhausted on the table, breathing heavily and twitching. I remove myself gently and raise my pants. I looked around for something to clean her, catching sight of a serving tray and grabbing the tea towel around the handle. I press it lightly to her core, making her moan, letting it soak up our mess. She has a blissful look on her face, radiating beauty. After cleaning her, I again dipped between her legs. I kiss her thighs and core, apologizing for my rough handling. She moans with arousal and pushes herself into me reflexively. “My Queen, do you want more?” I kiss her again. She flips over and looks satisfied as she pulls me up to her face and kisses me. “I am pleasantl
Fated to the Queen 23.Anger
Xim The issue in the arena baffles me as we head to see Sir Tavers. Imagyn grips me the whole way. She’s tense as we feel the irritation swimming from Lorcan and Kimarhi. I have never seen them this angry before, and it worries me. Upon arriving at Pride Council, there is a pliable silence as we wait. When I heard Kimarhi’s voice in my head for the first time. I shivered from head to toe; it was so lovely. Her sweet words make me realize I haven’t had anyone in my head in a while, not even Imagyn. I respond in kind, letting her know I Love her despite the tension. Imagyn looks eager to help, so I release her. She escorts Lorcan to us. He has a sneer that can only be described as pissed off. But our Luna guides him skillfully. ‘My Serpent, will you massage his shoulders,’ Imagyn asks through the link. ‘Yes, My love, anything for our King,’ and end the link. Helping Lorcan relax makes me feel strong and confident. He leans into my touch as Imagyn hums. She’s soothing him well that
Fated to the Queen 22.2-Ceremony
I have no words while we walk through the village to the clan house. The land is beautifully decorated, but my mood sees it as dull and drab. How could this day of joy turn sour so quickly? I can feel Lorcan’s fury waving from my side. I reach out to him, realizing I’m not holding his hand. Xim and Imagyn are close behind, arms around each other in a cuddling walk. At least they aren’t too upset. We enter the pride council room, where Tavers waits in his usual chair. He looks concerned, “My Queen and My King, I’m sorry that this situation has befallen our clan on a wonderful day. I’m ashamed of Dorian’s actions,” he says sincerely with a bow. Saying his name makes Lorcan strain against me towards Tavers. I push back gently and shake my head at him. ‘It’s ok, my love,’ remembering I can pride link them now, I reach out to Imagyn and Xim. ‘My Loves, will you help me calm Lorcan? I fear my touch is not helping, as I am too angry.’ When I focus again, I see Imagyn approaching Lorcan, t
Fated to the Queen 22.1-Ceremony
Kimarhi - Day Three of The Summit I wake up to the most wonderful scent of sweet air, rain, and thick musk. Within this bed lay the three most beautiful creatures I have ever met. I can’t help but stare at them lying next to me. Lorcan, my bold King, handsome and forceful. Xim, my soothing snake, is adorably shy—and Imagyn, my Luna and beautiful bird, sweetly innocent and magical. Unable to contain my joy, I wake them each with a kiss. “Good morning, my loves,” I say, kissing each of them. “That was the best sleep I have ever had,” Imagyn hums. After eating a quick breakfast in bed, we all rise to greet our guards. Magnus and Rieka joined us this morning and met Imagyn and Xim. They hit it off, and Rieka helped us dress for the day. “The ceremony will be starting soon. Is everyone ready?” I asked nervously while surveying the room. My gorgeous mates look good enough to eat. Lorcan is dressed in a suit, much like yesterday. It matches the colors I’m wearing perfectly—a deep orang
Fated to the Queen 21.2-Patience
The Watcher - Evening of Summit Day Two I couldn’t follow my Queen today, having my own issues to deal with. I have had enough of all the praise the people have given since the battle. A few like-minded thinkers may be able to sate my anger. My evening stroll brings me back to another shoreside gathering. I join the campfire. My last visit was tense, and I noticed a significant change in the atmosphere tonight. “Can you believe he did that?” a young Lion warrior says in awe, “Right in the middle of battle? Shifting between each kill to bark commands.” “Yeah, that was different and quite brave for our King,” an older man chuckles. “The Queen even relayed through the link to reinforce his decisions,” This warrior has his arm in a sling. As I look around, I notice a few of them with treated injuries. To my surprise, one of my potential recruits jumps up with an enthusiastic smile, “Did you see when he slashed that one Wolf almost in two?” he mimics the motions from the battle scene.
Fated to the Queen 21.1-Patience
Anya - Evening of Summit Day Two “I do hope Imagyn will be all right,” Morgan says, biting his fingernail. “He’s been repeating himself since it happened,” I point out. Tavers’ usual calm demeanor is also slipping. He’s on his third cup of tea as he paces Pride Council. I can see he is deep in thought as he strides. Morgan mumbles again, and I lightly touch his hand to try and calm him. “I’m sure she was simply overwhelmed by everything, Morgan,” I assure him, “None of this is your fault. You did nothing wrong.” “There is no mistaking it is meant to be,” Tavers says over me. He pauses for a moment. As it looks like he will finally sit, he turns away from the chair and moves again. I want to bake something to assail my nerves. “Imyagyn is Kimarhi’s third,” Tavers proclaims, “We have to talk with them.” “And we will, but not yet,” I shake my head, “Give them some time to process all of this.” Morgan slumps his posture more. “You must calm down, you old fool,” I pat his back. “I
Fated to the Queen 20.2-Worried
Xim “Let me keep you warm, my love,” I took her in my arms. It’s surreal that she is finally mine. Holding Imagyn on the bed, I rub her drying the water, speckling her body. She swoons at my touch and leans into me. The flower petals in her wet hair smell divine, picking up her scent and Kimarhi’s. I’m overwhelmed by her being so close. Her exposed shoulders tempt me to lean forward and pepper them with light kisses. She moans in delight, and I watch a wave of bumps spread across her freckled skin. In the past, I could never make the first move with Imagyn. Not once did I push or tell her how I felt. I always allowed her to lead, but now everything has changed. These sensational sparks, I feel with her, are driving me to do more. All I want to do is touch her. For months I dreamt of this. Her arms wrap around my neck. I don’t fight as she lures me in. I stare deep into her eyes and fall head over heels for her again. “My I’ma. I love you so much!” I have no idea how I could ever
