The Wolf (Everdark Tales #2)

4.

King

I t's a slow, tender morning. Our bodies are entwined, as we roll around in bed, enveloped in passionate kisses. The world outside feels distant, irrelevant even, as if it has no claim on us today—although, I know better than that.

Julia’s breath comes in soft, uneven sighs, as I trace lazy circles along her waist, feeling the tension from the day before melting away.

She was exhausted—she fell asleep early last night, and I was so glad to watch her finally rest. Now, her energy seems to have returned, her cheeks flushed with color, her pupils wide and dark with desire, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest with each inhale.

“Umm…” she mumbles, squirming above me, a faint giggle escaping her.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice light and teasing.

Her face reddens further, and she shakes her head nervously. “It’s embarrassing,” she tells me, biting her lip, her eyes fluttering to meet mine. “But why am I so… horny? It feels like I’m burning up.”

I chuckle, amused by her sudden shyness, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest. “You’re ovulating,” I explain. The pads of my fingers trace the smooth curves of her full hips, and I adore how strongly her body reacts to the faint brush of my claws.

“Oh…” Straightening up, she mounts my lower abdomen, curiosity gleaming in her bright eyes.

My gaze wanders to her full, round, milky breasts, jutting out so temptingly as if waiting to be devoured. My hands instinctively follow, massaging the soft flesh gently.

“So, how exactly does this work now?” Her voice draws my attention back to her stunning, freckled face.

“Well,” I begin, grinning, “my sperm is viable for fertilization only on the night of the full moon.”

Julia raises a brow. “It’s not the full moon tonight, is it?” Her voice dips lower as she inches closer to me.

I shake my head, my grin widening as I watch her anticipation grow. “No. It’s not for another couple of weeks.”

“Hmm…” she purrs as her hand slides up my chest. “Is there any chance I could get pregnant?”

I consider it for a moment. “I’d say like one percent just to be cautious.”

“That’s less likely than when using condoms! We can risk it,” she declares, her fingers skimming along my parted jaws to tilt my face toward hers. She beams at me, adding, “Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen.”

My ears prick forward at her words, and my tail thumps rhythmically against the mattress by my side, its motion betraying the excitement coursing through me. That, together with my rapidly growing erection, of course.

“Oh yeah?” I lean closer. “You want me to put a baby in you?” I ask, my voice low, sensual. I let my teeth graze against her neck, and her breath hitches as she shivers, the warmth of her flushed skin driving me mad.

She slowly nods as her gaze meets mine. “Yes.” The headiness of her bouquet wanders straight to the very core of my being, igniting something wild within me.

“Right now?”

“Yes,” she repeats, her hips shifting down before she presses her enticing cunt closer to my swelling cock, silently begging for friction.

I grunt, my need for her flaring even hotter as I grip her ass, flipping us around. “Mmmm, I need to eat you first.” My extended tongue trails down her gently rounded belly as I kneel between her sexy thick thighs, spreading her legs wide.

A sharp gasp escapes her, and her whole tiny body starts to tremble beneath me.

“Look at you,” I compliment, my mouth salivating at the sight of her pink, puffy nether lips, opening for me so eagerly. “What a perfect little wet pussy. Beautiful.”

Dipping my head lower, my tongue spears her glistening slit, and I slowly lick her up and down, forcing a moan out of her.

“Fuck!” I growl against her wetness, my hands tightening at the backs of her thighs as my tongue laps at her divine juices with purpose now. I’m so hooked on going down on her, I don’t ever want to stop. Oh, and how hot she is for me! “So damn sweet, like heaven. I can never get enough—your taste, your scent, the way you moan for me. You drive me out of my mind.”

She lifts her head to meet my intense stare, a playful glint in her eyes. “How did you manage it before?” she asks, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

“I didn’t,” I admit, my tongue still pressed firmly against her pulsing clit. “I had to stay a couple of states away from you during that time.”

She lets out a soft, breathless laugh, though it cuts short once I dart my tongue deep inside her tight, soaked hole. And back out, only to repeat the action over and over. Curving it upward, I hit her G-spot with each drag while she frantically gyrates her hips, her delightful cries filling the room.

It's a shared experience. Due to our bond and how new it is for her, I can feel what she feels. Her sensations flow into me, every tide of passion that courses through her body resonates within me, amplifying my own arousal and my hunger for her.

But suddenly, a voice breaks through the haze of pleasure—my brother’s voice, echoing through my skull. My body stiffens, the instinct to respond battling against my carnal desire to finish the job and satisfy her.

Additional voices join in, growing louder and more insistent by the second.

I pull back, snarling, my annoyance clear as I try to block out the intrusion.

Julia sits up quickly, her brows furrowing in confusion, her eyes searching mine. “What happened?” she asks, her voice filled with concern.

“They need me,” I rasp, my tone overflowing with remorse.

Her fists tighten in the fur on the back of my head, dragging me down to her delectable dripping pussy again.

“No, I need you,” she demands greedily, closing her thighs around my neck. Her body quivers with unsatisfied need as she begs me not to stop.

Rotating on my back, I pull her with me, holding her over my gaping jaws as if I were about to swallow her whole. And when my tongue thrusts back into her cunt, my canines sink into the flesh of her mound, gripping her like prey.

To steady herself, she grabs hold of the carved mahogany headboard. Then, screaming in euphoria, she grinds her hips against my movements, riding my muzzle.

“God, yes! Just like that… Fuck me with that tongue, you sexy beast! Oh, it feels so amazing!”

Her inner walls clench, and the hot surge of fresh arousal in her tightening cunt drives me beyond crazy. Knowing she's so close to coming, I try to clear my mind and get lost in pleasing her, but the voices aren’t stopping.

“Darling, I’m so sorry…” I pull back, flicking my tongue over the marks after my fangs to close the wounds. “They won’t get out of my head. It’ll just be a quick briefing.” My vexation deepens, my responsibilities crashing down on me, pulling me away from the moment, even as she pleads for me to stay.

Seated on my throne, the weight of the kingdom seems to press even harder on my shoulders today than I’m used to. What was supposed to be a quick briefing has turned into an hours-long Throne Hall council meeting. My family and closest advisors are gathered around me, eagerly discussing the mission, but their words barely reach me. My focus drifts—no matter how hard I try, I can't force myself to stay present.

All I can think about is Julia and how badly I want to be buried in her hot little pussy.

She seems to be taking our separation even worse—being so near yet denied the pleasure.

I can already smell her before she enters, her scent sweet and decadent, lingering in the air like a whisper meant only for me. I grit my teeth, trying to suppress the frustration simmering inside. She’s in raging heat, and it’s not just me who can smell her. That animal part of me that I try so hard to control stirs, threatening to snap my carefully constructed composure.

Damn it. They’ll know.

Edwin clears his throat, and I notice the way his gaze flickers toward the door, visibly uncomfortable and restless but unable to help himself. I don’t make anything out of it. It's purely natural instinct that an ovulating female with a wolf gene will affect any male werewolf around in some way, even one who is already bonded. Besides, she’s marked and untouchable. But the beast inside me rumbles with possessiveness. She's mine , mine alone, and the thought of anyone else catching even a hint of her aroma drives me mad.

But there’s also another part of me, a much darker one, that wants them to know. It wants all of them to get a foretaste of what they will never get to have—of what belongs to me and only me.

My distraction grows more intense as she approaches, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors.

“Really?” Katia hisses, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I can’t keep her locked up,” I snap back.

Everyone has an opinion suddenly, their voices layering on top of each other, the meeting derailing as they talk about something we all know she can’t help. But their chatter only grates on my nerves, reminding me that I’m supposed to be the one in control—of this room, this kingdom, and myself.

The tall, gold double doors swing open, silencing everyone in an instant. Julia strides in, wearing nothing but a silk robe, fresh from a bath. Her confidence radiates off her, her boldness daring everyone’s gaze. The room stills as if even the walls are holding their breath.

My heart races, skipping a beat at the sight of her. She’s fearless, but she knows exactly what she’s doing—how she owns the moment.

This isn’t the place, I’m aware of that. My family, my advisors… they’re all watching. But none of that seems to matter when she’s in front of me like this. Her presence pulls me like a tide, washing away everything else. The mission and the weight of my responsibilities—they all fade into the background.

“Excuse us,” I say, my tone firm, brooking no argument. “This meeting is adjourned.”

I can feel the tension in the room shift, confusion painted all over my advisors’ faces. Penny opens her mouth to protest, but I don’t give her the chance.

“Dismissed,” my voice comes out harsher than intended. My role demands I stay collected, but Julia is making it impossible.

For a moment, I can feel the eyes of everyone on me—abruptly ending a high-importance council all for a woman. It's reckless. It's irresponsible. And yet, I don’t care. Not now.

One by one, they leave, with murmurs of gossip trailing behind them.

I wait for the last set of footsteps to fade before I turn my attention fully to her. The silence envelops us, thick and palpable.

I stay seated, my gaze fixed on her. My heart pounds, a steady rhythm that ripples in my chest. I should tell her this isn’t the time, that I have royal duties, but the words die on my lips the moment she begins to slowly walk toward me. The movement of her hips is provoking, her expression charged with the same primal need I carry for her.

She knows exactly how to undo me.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says softly, her voice low, almost intimate.

“That’s precisely what you meant,” I retort, trying to maintain my cool. But there’s something in the way she stands before me—poised yet needy—that sends a shiver down my spine.

She blushes, a bashful smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I just got lonely.”

“Didn’t Clara show you around the village?”

“She did,” Julia confirms with a heavy sigh. “Hours ago. It’s after dinner already,” she adds, taking a step closer, and I can see the flicker of desperate hunger in her eyes. “I want you back now,” her tone laced with an undeniable yearning.

I swallow hard, crazy over how clingy she is. “I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t realize it’s been so long.”

She glides around the throne, and after squeezing herself between my legs, stops just in front of me, her gaze unwavering.

“Julia…” I start, but the words falter as she leans closer. The soft, light fabric of her robe falls off her shoulders, exposing her freckled porcelain skin. Her sweet scent envelops me—a heady blend of her natural warmth with gourmand vanilla and the clean trace of her raw flesh. It’s intoxicating. I can feel the heat rising within me.

“Let me show you how much I missed you,” she whispers, her breath warm against my neck.

“Now?” My voice is a mix of surprise and intrigue.

She nods, running her teeth across her bottom lip. “Why not? You look so hot right here.” Without waiting for my response, she presses her body against mine, igniting a fire within me that I can no longer ignore.

I lean back in my seat, caught between my duty and the overwhelming pull of desire. Her fingers trace across my stomach, sending electric shocks through me, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

“You need this as much as I do,” she states, and I cannot argue with that. I also make no move to hide my growing furry bulge.

With a seductive twinkle in her eyes, Julia steps back, creating a distance that feels almost unbearable. Letting her robe drop to the floor, she strips to expose all her naked glory, and a loud moan of appreciation escapes me. Smiling wickedly, she brings her hands up to her chest and caresses her breasts, heavy and swollen, rolling the hard, pink nipples between her fingers. At the same time, she sways her voluptuous hips from side to side, the gentle motion hypnotic, making the world outside our bubble no longer exist.

“Do you like what you see?” she teases me in a sultry voice, slowly spinning for me and presenting her plump, inviting ass—just to make me go fucking wild before turning back around.

“You know I do,” I reply, my voice thick with passion I can’t—nor do I want to—hold back anymore.

Once more, she closes the distance between us, and I watch her delicious curves in motion. My balls tighten in the sac as my cock jerks up and emerges from its sheath, inch by inch, stiffening into a hard erection that demands her attention.

“Then let yourself enjoy it,” she coaxes, her soft body brushing against mine as she falls to her knees at the foot of my throne.