Chapter 109

Morning came slowly, waking Arthur. Daphne’s scent filled his nose and he turned to look at her, grinning at her sleeping face. As if she felt him looking at her, her eyes snapped open and their gazes met. Arthur turned, pressing his lips to hers, unable to resist the need to be closer to her, to be sure she was still his Daphne.

Daphne sighed, pressing into the kiss with a little sigh. The sound sent heat through his blood until need and desperation pooled in his hips and he felt his cock swelling.

Daphne gasped, as he angled his hips against hers. She looked up. Arthur’s face heated. He was going to apologize, to make some sort of excuse, but he didn’t get a chance.

In a flash, he was on his back with Daphne hovering over him. He was a bit shocked at her speed and strength, but his wolf growled in contentment. Did werewolf mates tussle with one another? He’d always imagined it as sweet and gentle, but the urge to flip them over again and assert his dominance was growing. Her eyes were glowing golden and hungry down at him. Her weight settled on his cock and he could feel her growing wet as she rolled her hips against his.

“Yes,” she gasped, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. “Mine. My Arthur.”

His wolf growled and the sound of her voice sent pleasure rolling through him as he got a hand in her hair, holding her to him as he guided her hips against his, letting the pleasure build as if they only had the morning to be together. Desperation clawed at him. He wanted to be inside her.

Daphne groaned against his lips as he reached between them to slip a finger into her with a smooth, wet thrust.

“Oh, Arthur, more…Please I can’t wait.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Arthur hissed, feeling how tight and wet she was. His head was spinning at the thought, remembering what it felt like to be inside her for hours.

“You won’t,” Daphne moaned, grinding her hips into his hand.

She reached down, gripping him firmly and stroking him using her wetness to ease the way. Arthur hissed at the shock of pleasure, looking up at her in surprise. Before, she had fallen apart at his touch, clinging to him desperately.

The hunger in her eyes was foreign and stoking a primal need in him. Daphne kissed him again before moving his hand and interlacing their fingers as she pinned it by his head. She slipped her tongue into his mouth as she sank onto his cock. Arthur groaned at the slow, wet slide into her. Daphne trembled above him before turning her gaze back on him.

She looked dazed at the feeling as she rolled her hips against him. He gasped, throwing his head back as she pressed her hands against his chest, keeping him on his back.

Daphne looked down at Arthur’s blissed-out face and bit her lip, trying to find the right angle and speed to make it good for both of them. Embarrassment and need tumbled together. Was this alright? She hadn’t been like this before, but she couldn’t find it in her to stop. She didn’t know what was happening to her. This also had to be a vampire thing. The sight of him falling apart beneath her, the sound of his desperate voice calling her name was intoxicating.

“Daphne,” he gasped, gripping her hips. “Please. Oh, Daphne, please don’t stop.”

He lifted her, moving her on his cock, and struck something in her that made her cry out. She remembered the feeling from the last time they’d had sex and angled her hips so she could hit it herself.

Arthur groaned, his hips pushed up against hers, meeting the roll of her hips. Daphne moaned, leaning forward to get better leverage and riding him with slow, deep thrusts that made her tremble every time their hips met.

“Arthur,” she gasped, unable to get much else out as she moved faster. “Arthur!”

Arthur sat up, taking hold of her hips and thrusting into her. She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and thrusting against him. He brought their lips together, slipping his tongue into her mouth and thrusting as her pleasure started to crest.

She clung to him, “Arthur, please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Arthur said, thrusting into her with sharp erratic thrusts. “I won’t. I promise Daphne. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

“Arthur,” Daphne gasped as the pleasure made her body tense.

Hunger surged and she felt her mouth tingling as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder and sucked. Arthur cried out, his hips stuttering into her as the hot, sweet taste of his blood coated her tongue. Pleasure pushed her out of conscious thought at the heady feeling of orgasm and feeding filled her.

Nicole had warned her about that, hadn’t she? But she’d never said it would be this good.

Arthur groaned, flipping them over and forcing her legs over his shoulders as he thrust into her. The wound closed as his sweat rolled over his shoulders. His eyes glowed red as he stared down at her as if he was possessed.

“I promise,” he said, kissing her desperately. “I promise.”

Daphne lost sense of what he was saying as he kissed her and thrust into her sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.

“Oh, Arthur, it’s—” Daphne twisted as another orgasm took over. She broke out of his hold, turning on her side and forcing him to pull out.

Arthur growled and turned her onto her stomach, shoving a hand underneath her to stroke her as he slid back inside. She cried out, clawing at the bedsheets, trying to escape the next wave of pleasure, but he pinned her with his weight and the thrusts of his hips.

She saw stars at every thrust until he stilled on top of her and let out a long groan against her shoulder, huffing from exertion.

As her body went lax, she realized that the sunlight had changed from the early morning softness to a late afternoon warmth.

She chuckled a little.

“What is it?” Arthur asked softly, kissing her shoulder.

“It’s late.”

Arthur lifted his head and looked out the window. He chuckled, “Are you hungry?”

Daphne nodded. He dropped another kiss to her shoulder and pulled out of her gently, kissing down her spine.

“I’ll go hunting if you want,” he said.

“Later,” Daphne whispered, lifting onto her elbows and looking back at him. “Stay.”

Arthur hummed and slid back up the bed to kiss her. The scent of his skin and the warmth of his body were comforting. She slid close to him, laying half her body on his until she could lay her head over his heart.

She watched the scratches she’d left on him heal, licking her lips at the faint scent of blood. Her mouth felt dry and she snapped her jaw shut as she felt her teeth tingling as if fangs would drop.

She had to focus on something else.

“About the kingdom.”

Arthur groaned, “I already told them I’m not going back.”

She looked up at him, “It’s not that simple.”

His eyes widened and he stared at her mouth. She swallowed.

“What is it?”

“Your teeth.”

Daphne grimaced, turning away, “It’s nothing. I’m sure it’ll go away.”

Arthur wasn’t convinced but he let it go, seeing how self-conscious she seemed to be about it.

“I can’t leave Nicole.”

“Then, we’ll move to your castle. Easy.” He chuckled, “I’ll be a… consort or whatever it’s called.”

Daphne laughed, “That’s not a solution.”

Arthur shrugged, “Tom and the rest of them can figure it out on their own.”

“What about combining the two lands?”

Arthur eyed her before sighing, “There’s no way I can convince you to just… leave it all behind?”

Daphne pressed a kiss against his neck that had him stiffening. She licked the straining tendon there, drawn to it as he started to pant and squirm. The scent of his arousal made her want more. She slipped a hand down towards his cock. He grabbed her hand before she could reach it.

“Daphne, you don’t have to seduce me.”

She pulled back, covering her mouth, “Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to.”

Arthur smirked, “You were accidentally seducing me?”

She scowled at him, “Vampire thing.”

At least, she hoped that was what it was and not something else.

“I don’t care what happens to them,” Arthur said. “Combining the lands or leaving them to fend for themselves… So long as we don’t have to be apart again. No more fighting and an actual honeymoon.”

She laughed, “That’s a very tall order, Arthur.”

“I’m not budging on it,” Arthur turned, pulling her up against him. “I’m not sure if I could kidnap you easily, but I would try.”

Daphne worried her lip, looking up at him, “I’m… not sure if I would resist.”

Arthur smiled, his eyes warmed and he leaned down to kiss Daphne, before pulling her close and growling into her shoulder with contentment.

“I promise, we’ll at least try not to stir up any more fights.”

Arthur chuckled, “And the rest?”

Daphne snuggled close, “The rest is a given.”