Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Kieran
“Who’s next?” Valther shouts, pacing around the deck with his flexed arms in the air. “There’s no one in all nine kingdoms who can beat me.”
I’m grinning as I walk over. If he thinks he can beat any shifters in the wolf kingdom at arm wrestling, he’s gravely mistaken. I know pups that are strong enough to rip his arm from his socket.
He just beat Drakor, even though he’s larger, and Petr is still rubbing his wrist from his match.
“I’ll take you on,” I say with a smile.
The confident look on his face fades when he turns and sees me approaching. “Nah, not you.”
“He’s afraid,” Edrik says.
Valther lunges for him, but Edrik is quick on his feet and runs away.
“I ain’t afraid,” Valther says, spitting on the deck at such a vile sentiment. “I just don’t want to break him. Calista would be pissed that I broke her little wolf toy.”
“Wolf toy?” I say, staring him down as I sit at the crate. I place my elbow on it with my hand splayed out, waiting for him. “Have a seat.”
“Yeah,” Petr says, still rubbing his wrist from when Valther smacked it into the crate. “Have a seat, mate.”
Valther is clearly uncomfortable with the way he keeps glancing at my open hand. The confidence and bluster have gone from his deflated shoulders.
“He’s da next Wolf King,” Valther says with a hint of panic in his tone. “I don’t want an army of dogs after me.”
The boys have seen how strong I am over the past three days. Pulling full nets up by myself and lugging three times the amount of crates that they lift. Valther just doesn’t want to lose his bragging rights.
“You’ll have full amnesty,” I promise.
“No way,” he says, shaking his head. “The Captain will string me upside down from the mast when I hurt you.”
“It’s okay, Valther,” Calista says, walking over with a grin on her face. “I give you permission. Do your worst.”
Valther looks around and sees the whole crew watching him. He’s fidgeting nervously with his shirt as he shrugs and finally submits. “Fine. Just don’t blame me when I break all his fingers.”
He sits on the small crate and reluctantly grabs my hand.
Petr counts down and we start arm wrestling. Valther is stronger than I thought he’d be, but it’s nothing compared to a shifter’s strength. I can slam his hand down, breaking his bones and the crate at the same time, but I don’t want to break his pride.
I go easy on him. I let him think he’s got the better of me, letting my hand go backward.
The fire reignites in his eyes.
“Ha ha,” he says through grunts. “I got ya, wolf. I told you I was the strongest!”
“Oh, have we started?” I say with a grin.
The excitement on his face drops as I slowly turn the tides, giving him a taste of my true strength.
“Go ahead,” I say with a nod. “Use your other hand too.”
He flashes me a look of annoyance, but as his hand continues to move backwards, he jumps in with his other hand.
This man could have twelve hands and I’d still beat him easily. I give him another few seconds of panic before I tap the back of his hand onto the crate.
Everyone cheers. They’ve been losing to this cocky man for years.
“I let him win,” Valther says, rubbing his hand as he gets up. “I didn’t need no wolf army after me.”
“Suuuure,” Edrik says, laughing. “Guys, he let him win.”
“Shut up, you rat,” Valther says, chasing after him.
We all laugh as we watch Valther trying to catch him. Edrik is fast and as slippery as a florna eel. He zips around the ropes and up the mast with ease as Valther stomps around underneath, cursing him.
Calista walks over and slides her arm around my hips.
Just the smell of her is enough to make my legs go weak.
She’s so incredible. Some days, I just sit on the bow and watch her work.
I love seeing her commanding the men, breaking up arguments, dishing out orders.
She’s the most entertaining thing I’ve ever seen.
I could watch her forever. She’s so tough and ballsy and doesn’t take crap from anyone.
She’s going to be an extraordinary queen.
I have no doubt that my people will still be singing about Queen Calista in two hundred years. There will be statues of her all over the Stormfur kingdom and tales told to little pups about her bravery and her indomitable will.
I couldn’t have found a better mate.
“I think my entire crew have man-crushes on you,” she whispers.
I laugh. “What makes you say that?” Although when I look around, eyes that were on me suddenly dart away.
“Trust me,” she says. “They do. They argue about everything. What to eat, where to fish, the best way to drop the net—but when I told them we were heading for the Stormfur Realm to drop off the next Wolf King, none of them argued. They’re all excited. They look at you like you’re a god.”
“That’s how they think of you,” I tell her. “I hear how they talk about you when you’re not around. They look up to you as well.”
“I guess we’ll make a good team,” she says, sliding her hand down to my ass. I have to grab her wrist and pull her hand away. It’s not the full moon yet and the rules are clear. We have to wait no matter how much it pains us.
And it’s been a lot of pain.
Four days and nights of torture. There’s nothing I want more than to strip this woman bare and ravage her, but I can’t. I have to look past the short-term hunger to the long-term pleasure. I want my mark on her neck to be set by the gods. I want us to be mates forever. I must endure.
“You’re no fun,” she whispers, winking at me.
“Wait until the full moon,” I growl. “You’ll see how much fun I am.”
She shivers. “Can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
Although it’s not so simple. We’re scheduled to arrive on shore the day of the crowning ceremony. I’ll have to defeat my cousin and any of the wolves who he brought over to his side.
It will be a dangerous affair. I’m terrified of bringing Calista into such a deadly environment.
“Maybe you should just drop me off,” I tell her as we walk to the edge of the boat, watching the vast ocean. “Sail away with your crew and come back at the next full moon when I can ensure that it’s safe.”
“No freaking way,” she says, adamant and stubborn as always. “I’m not leaving you. We’re in this together.”
I knew she would say that.
And that’s why she’s perfect.
Edrik gets stuck in some rigging and Calista marches over to help him get unstuck without ruining her setup.
“What did I tell you about climbing into my rigging?” she hollers as she storms over.
Edrik’s eyes go wide with fright when he sees her coming. He looks like a fly stuck in a web, watching helplessly as the angry spider approaches.
“You’re really going to be the next Wolf King?” Drakor asks in a low voice.
Petr comes over too, looking me over like he can’t quite believe he’s standing in front of shifter royalty. “Like a realz king king?”
“Yes,” I say with a laugh. “My father was King Axton, my uncle the king before him, and my grandfather was the great Wolf King Breyor.”
“And you met them?” Drakor asks, looking at me in awe.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to chuckle. “A couple times.”
They both look at me with stunned amazement.
“Is it true that Calista will be your queen?” Drakor asks.
I look at her and a flood of happiness fills my body. She’s unwinding Edrik’s foot from the rigging where he got it all tangled up, and cursing him and Valther out while she does it.
“If everything goes to plan,” I say, feeling my stomach sink. “Although there are some deadly shifters who will be trying to stop us.”
Drakor takes a step forward and slams his big meaty knuckles into his palm. “They’ll have to get through us first.”
“Dat’s right,” Petr says, rolling his shoulders. “No dogs will gets their mangy paws on ours Captain.”
I don’t know how they’re going to match up against a bunch of deadly wolves, but I’ll take all the help I can get.
It’s the middle of the night and I’m wide awake. I’m lying on the wooden floor outside Calista’s door, staring at the low ceiling and thinking about everything. My pack, my future, my dad, my cousin, but most of all, I’m thinking about Calista.
She’s always there in my mind. Even when I’m thinking of something else, it’s through a new lens. A lens that revolves around my mate. Calista permeates everything now.
I can hear her behind that door, tossing and turning.
Every night she asks me to sleep in her bed with her, but I always refuse. I know where that will lead. I’d be too weak to deny her.
I turn my head when I hear light footsteps approaching.
The door creaks open and there she is, standing over me in her sleepwear—short silk shorts and a matching silk tank top.
All that skin makes my wolf growl and pace around hungrily.
My cock gets long and hard as my eyes glide up those sexy legs.
It hurts how much I want her.
Her blonde hair is out of that braid and loose on her shoulders. It’s wavy and messy and does something to me that I can’t quite explain.
The sexy sight is bad enough, but that smell—Gods, I can smell her arousal. It’s like fire in my lungs. It’s permeating off her like a heady perfume I can’t get enough of.
“I hate that you’re so close, but so far,” she says, leaning on the doorway.
When she moves, her shirt billows out and I catch a glimpse under it. I see the bottom of her round breasts for half a second and I close my eyes with a groan. My cock is throbbing.
Even though my eyes are squeezed shut, I can still see that gorgeous tempting image behind my eyelids. Gods what I would give to feel those breasts. To have them dangling over my face. To swallow them in my hands. To taste them with my ravenous mouth.
I don’t think I can last…
“What are the rules again?” she asks, licking her lips as she eyes my hard on.
I cover my eyes with my arm, unable to handle the extreme temptation. “We went over this, Calista. We can’t touch each other like that before the mating ceremony.”
“Touch each other skin on skin?” she asks. “What about clothes on clothes?”
I peel my arm away and look up at her.
She moves over me, straddling my body. The heavy scent of her lust engulfs me and my resolve weakens. My hands shake. How can I deny her when she’s so hot and ready for me?
“Do your fussy, intrusive, bossy gods say anything about clothes on clothes?”
I think back to the passages in our holy book, trying to remember every detail. I was forced to study them for hours when I was a pup, but I don’t recall anything about clothes.
“The scriptures are vague on clothes,” I tell her with a groan.
She lowers her ass, her wet pussy hovering inches above my rock hard cock. “Sounds like a loophole,” she says with a sexy moan that has my hands aching. “There are always technicalities in scriptures that can be exploited.”
“I don’t think the gods are too fond of loopholes,” I say, willing her to put that pussy on me. My cock is throbbing. She’s so close…
“If clothes on clothes wasn’t acceptable,” she says, easing down another inch. “The gods would have mentioned it, right?”
She’s suddenly making a lot of sense.
My resolve cracks a little more when I see her hovering over me. That long hair, those lustful eyes, those plump lips, those breasts bouncing free under that silk tank top. I can see the outline of her hard nipples teasing my watering mouth.
“Gods,” I whisper as I cover my eyes with my arm again. I can’t bear to look at her. I’m too weak.
“So clothes on clothes is fine then, right?”
Yes!, my wolf roars.
My aching cock adds to the chorus.
My heart is pounding. My willpower breaks. We won’t technically be touching, so it should be fine…
“Yes,” I groan. “The gods don’t say anything about that.”
That’s all she needs. She drops her wet warm pussy on my hard shaft and starts rocking her hips back and forth, getting herself off on my cock.
My hands squeeze into fists. I grit my teeth and hold back a moan as I focus on the incredible sensation of her pussy grinding against me.
Her sweet, syrupy wetness seeps through my pants and coats my shaft.
It feels so good. Her moans and whimpers are everything.
I can’t wait to be unleashed on this girl.
I can’t wait to tear these clothes off and thrust in deep.
I’m going to own her pussy. I’m going to fuck her until the whole kingdom can hear her screams.
“Kieran,” she whispers between moans. “Fuck, Kieran, it feels so good.”
She moves her hips faster, grinding against me at a furious pace. I’m coated in her cream. It’s a wet mess and I fucking love it.
“I’m going to cum,” she whispers, leaning over me as she rocks her hips. She grabs a fistful of my hair as her tits drop onto my face. I lick her hard nipple through her shirt and she cries out, cumming hard.
My cock answers, cumming savagely as I cling to her trembling body. It pumps hot surges of cum all over the inside of my shorts. She doesn’t stop moving, mixing our cream together as she whimpers and moans in my ear.
After a long moment, she sits back up, licking her sexy lips and pulling the wild blonde hair away from her flushed face.
My ravenous eyes roam down her, taking in her luscious tits barely hidden by that silk shirt and the large wet spot all over her pussy and thighs. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“No harm done,” she says, looking up at the sky like she’s talking directly to the gods. “No skin on skin, so we didn’t break any rules.”
She looks back at me, gives me a wink, then taps my chest and stands up. I get another flash of those breasts, just the round bottoms but it’s enough to make me rock hard again.
“That was fun,” she whispers, giving me a sexy look before she disappears back into her room.
That was torture.
I need more.
I need all of her.
Six more days and I’ll have it.
I’ll have everything.
My crown, my mate, and every inch of that hot wet pussy.