Pawliday Love

Chapter 4

We entered the banquet hall, and a cacophony of people yelling to kiss ripped through the room. By this point, we obliged, knowing if we even dared to look above our heads, we would find mistletoe. Truly, I believed, despite Queen Spite’s shrewd nature, that she found great delight in watching non-couples be placed in awkward situations.

Regalius had a difficult time convincing me to leave my little Mistletoe behind in the room. I had spent all day playing with the kitten and found contentment when he napped on me. I was utterly enthralled with him. My reading had been paused in favor of my present. My husband promised that once we made an appearance, and at minimal, danced once or twice; I could quickly dash back to our rooms.

“Your love of reading is going to become jealous,” Regalius chuckled, and I gave him a confused look.

“You are thinking about Mistletoe instead of history,” he answered.

“I cannot help it,” I replied, exasperated. “For over twenty years, I have wanted a cat, and now there is the most precious one I have ever met waiting for me in our room.”

“Then when you are queen, you can have all the castle cats your heart desires,” Regalius promised. I beamed up at him from the thought, and for the first time, the fear of being queen did not surface.

“How benevolent of a future king you will be to allow your inferior queen to have the free rule of her pets,” Queen Spite’s disdainful voice said as she passed by. She had not even looked at us while voicing her thoughts. It was well-known the distaste the Grewt’en Queen felt about the monarchies ruled by Kings.

I stepped closer to my husband for protection, even though The Queen did not stop to continue her thoughts. Her statement dashed my temporary moment of excitement, and the nervousness of being a queen quickly filled me again.

Regalius grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him. We left the banquet hall, passing guests who gave us curious glances along our way. He did not stop until he yanked open our bedroom door, pulling me inside it. He let go of my hand and went to close the door behind us.

My husband turned back to face me and tangled his fingers in my silver locks. He turned us around and took a step forward, forcing me to take a step backward. He continued to walk into me until my back hit the door. My head pressed firmly into his hand which was a barrier between the wood and me. His eyes did not break contact once.

“You are my equal in every way, Serenity. Never my inferior, never my superior. Always my equal. Do you understand?” His tone was firm.

I nodded quickly.

“Good.” His lips crashed against mine while his free arm snaked around my waist, yanking me close to him. Hungrily, I kissed him back. Yearning to touch him and feel secure, I trailed my hands up between us and, with nimble fingers, quickly undid all the gold buttons on his jacket and shirt. Moving the fabric out of the way, I ran my hands over his warm, muscular chest. I moaned into his mouth and felt his hips press into mine, and through the layers of fabric, I could feel his hard cock.

Sensing my urgency, he pulled me away from the door, and I slid my hands around his waist to rest above his hips. Turning me around, he guided me backward to the bed. When the back of my calves hit the bed frame, I went tumbling with him on top of me. Our kiss broke as I shrieked in a thrill of giggles.

“Regalius.”

He shushed me by claiming my mouth again with his. Still cradling the back of my head, his free hand left my waist and started yanking handfuls of fabric upwards. It awkwardly bunched up between our bodies, and my face flamed as I realized he would find out soon that I was not wearing any undergarments.

His hands skimmed up my bare thigh with a featherlight touch, causing an involuntary shiver to run through me. The warmth of his hand moved from my outer right knee, trailing into my inner thigh. His fingers brushed against my wetness, and I moaned. With more pressure, he glided his fingers through my folds, and I lifted my hips into his hand, beckoning for more.

“No panties? That is a first.” Regalius gave me a final peck, trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. I threw my head back into the bedding, relishing the feeling. The warmth of his body moved lower, leaving behind coolness from where he had been. He moved handfuls of my dress tulle away, and I spread my legs wide for him.

My muscles tightened when I felt the first flick of his tongue through my folds. He circled my clit and back down to my center, creating a rhythm. I pressed my hips into his face, yearning for the orgasm that was building. This time, he did not edge me as he teased me until the waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t take his time as he pulled away and quickly removed his pants.

His hard cock slid into me as he stood above me at the edge of the bed. He grasped my legs where my knees bent and held them while he thrusted in and out of me. Regalius brought my right leg up to his mouth and kissed my ankle, leaving a trail of kisses up to my toes. He continued his rhythm while peppering my calf with additional kisses. I watched the way his abs flexed in each movement.

“You are so beautiful, Serenity-Darling,” he rasped until he was cumming inside me. Warmth pooled low in my belly from the adoration I felt for my husband. I beckoned for him to lay by me, which he happily obliged. We snuggled, breathing in each other.

A tiny meow sounded above us. We both looked up and found Mistletoe’s green eyes staring intently at our ragged forms from the wooden structure holding the canopy up. Regalius chuckled.

“What is so amusing?” I asked.

Regalius caressed my cheek and leaned in to kiss me tenderly.

“I will always find you under the mistletoe.”

The End