The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Dem! What's wrong?" I asked while he pulled me by my arm and took me straight to his office.

Perita followed us like she was ordered.

"Go to our bedroom and wait there for us. Dion's milk bottles are in his crib. Feed him if he is hungry. Play with him," Dem said to Perita, while his eyes were on me.

"Alright, Your Highness," Perita said.

I had taught Perita how to take care of a kid, so she could take care of Dion when Dem and I were busy. It was she who played with him when I worked in my office.

Dem closed the door, his fingers still gripping my arm tightly.

"What's wrong? What's the meaning of this?" I asked.

He grabbed my chin and kissed me wildly. I grabbed the front of his shirt, as I lost balance. His hand slid behind me and he pinched my bottom, making me raise my body in response. He wrapped his arm around me and just with one arm, pulled me up from the ground and started walking toward my backside.

My butt touched his table and I felt my balance returning to me once again. He ravaged my lips like a wild beast. His lips left my lips and he glared at me.

"Demetrius?" he asked angrily.

"Your name?" I mumbled.

"Why did you call me Demetrius today?"

"… Is that why you are mad?" I asked, mortified at the aspect.

"Why, Blue?"

"It's your name, no?"

"I am Dem, your Dem. Not Demetrius, damn it, for fuck's sake!" he growled.

"I just wanted to see how it feels to call you 'Demetrius' once again. I did it once, no? I didn't think you would get this angry…"

"Oh, damn it, Blue! It makes me feel like we are back to when I brought you here!" he said angrily and then sighed, as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, right where he had marked me as his mate.

I felt his warm lips touching my shoulder, all the way to the side of my neck, leaving small touches. I sighed and felt the ticklish touches as I ran my fingers through his black hair. He had the darkest hair I had ever seen and I loved it. Dion had the same hair. It was just beautiful.

"I didn't want to make you mad," I muttered.

"But you did."

"Are you angry just because of that?"

"You thought I was jealous?" he mumbled while trailing my neck with kisses, his fingers unbuttoning my shirt.

"Kind of."

"I know you love me. Yeah, it did bother me a little, but not too much," he said, now kissing my chest as he revealed my skin little by little.

"Kade must be a good knight if you made him the commander," I said.

"He is young, but knows what he is up to."

I tried to relax as he gently gave me small kisses while he slid off my shirt. It rested around my waist. I felt myself awfully naked in his burning gaze. I felt the need to hide myself, despite the undergarment that hid my breasts.

"Why are you still shy?" he smirked. "We have done it countless times. We even have a child. Still, you blush like this."

"You are just making me uncomfortable," I said.

"Me? How?" he chuckled and started to kiss my neck, his hands working to get me out of my upper undergarment.

"I don't know…," I mumbled as my mind started to focus on the parts where his hands and lips touched.

I could not think straight. I liked the way he touched me and whenever he did, I could focus on anything else.

"Dem…"

"I love you, you know that?" he asked, his voice serious and heavy.

"I know…," I murmured cautiously.

He suddenly placed his hand on my nape and started kissing me. The kiss was full of heat, passion, and lust. Was there love? There must be, but there was no gentleness.

He wrapped another arm around my waist and pulled me down. My feet touched the ground and suddenly, he turned me and started kissing my back, his hands ripping off the upper garment.

Ok, he truly got something about ripping things off.

One of his hands grasped my left breast, playing with it while the other one wrapped my throat and pulled my head towards him. To be honest, I liked it when he held my throat this way. Part of me was a masochist, so I liked some things like this.

"Why are there three buttons?" he grumbled, unbuttoning my pants.

"The tailor didn't know you would be in such a hurry to take these off."

"Clothes need emergency exits like a house," he muttered as he finally managed to unbutton them. He had to stop fondling my breast because of it. No wonder he was grumpy. He once said sometimes he needed three hands when we had sex.

He pulled my pants down and pushed my body down on the table. He slapped hard on my bottom and I groaned in pain.

"I like how it reddens," he said huskily and slapped once more.

The fact that I liked when he did it made me blush hard. I was not like this. He made me a pervert. Perhaps deep down I was a pervert. He only helped me know it myself.

"Know that I love you," he whispered as if like a reminder. I knew he loved me. But why was he saying so like this? It was like he was trying to tell me that no matter what he did, he truly loved me.

He slapped my bottom again, this time harder than before. I yelped and then, felt his hand caressing my bottom gently, soothing the pain. I heard the crack of his knees as he bent.

"Are you angry…?" I asked.

"Shh…"

I closed my lips and grasped the table with both of my hands as I felt his kisses and nibbling on my legs and my thighs. I took a sharp breath.

His moves were not delicate. I was pretty sure my entire legs would be full of hickeys. At least, the maids would not be surprised. They were used to it.