After breakfast and bath, I insist to dress up, thinking that I am going to Harbin later for my studies. But the way the day is going, it seems like Theo has a different plan for me.
"Theo, it's Monday, right? Shouldn't I be with Harbin instead?"
He glowers at me. "You prefer his company more than mine?"
"That's not it! You said it yourself, there is a certain expectation to a King's lover."
"He took your yesterday from me. So today, it's fair that I will have you all for myself," he says and his mouth touches mine again. He pushes me down the couch and showers small kisses on my face, while my hands rest on his shoulders.
When his hands go inside my dress, I squeal and cover my mouth. "Sorry," I say. Based on Harbin's lessons, it's unbecoming for a lady to make a sound like that.
"Don't be," he says and kisses the side of my cheeks. "The sounds you make guide me on what you like and dislike."
"But Harbin says on our etiquette lessons that-Ah!"
I close my eyes when his fingers find my nipple and make a light pinch on it. When he lets it go, we look into each other's eyes, then he licks my chin.
"This is why I told you earlier that you don't have to dress."
He pulls my clothes up, and I lay on the couch fully naked, with him on top of me. I blush, especially when he takes his shirt off, revealing a set of six-packs and a well-formed chest.
"You like what you see?" he asks.
I nod and he leans towards me and kisses the side of my neck to my chin and back again, nibbling along the way, then he bites. I squeal but he puts me in place. I touch the place he bites and grimaces at him. Is he a dog?!
"Don't worry, there's no blood," he assures.
He removes my hand and licks the same place he bit. Then, he starts to suck. I start to struggle, not because of pain, but of pleasure, my heart pounds and I feel like I am getting redder by the second.
When he's done, he looks at the place he sucks. As if regarding an artwork, he whispers, "You're mine."
My hand shoots up to his head and pulls him to a kiss. Our tongues dance in a passion, licks, and sucks, while I open my legs for him, ready whenever he is. My fingers massage the back of his head and he moans on my mouth. All the while, I am thinking how this blasted mate bond is so uncontrollable, so unquenchable, that my body craves for him more than ever.
When he pulls back, I groan my frustration, but my complaints stop when he puts my nipple on his mouth, licking and sucking like a newborn. His other hand plays with my other chest until my back arches in pleasure. And as his mouth alternates between my chest, his other hand travels downward, to my heaving mound, and then his fingers start to circle my clit.
"I can't, again," I whisper, trying to stop the onslaught of pleasure, but it's unstoppable, and as my arms tighten around his head, I orgasm again, soiling the couch. I tremble and shiver while Theo watches me and sometimes gives small kisses on my body until my shivering dies down.
"About the couch, I'm sorry, I-"
He kisses me again. He pulls back and sneers, "I told you, yesterday will not be the first orgasm you will have."
He carries me towards the bed and the instant my back touches the bed, his fingers are on me again, touching and circling my clit.
"Theo, please… I'm going crazy, let me rest… I'm still sensitive, please…" I beg.
"No can do, my sweetheart," he whispers and his finger invades into me.
"Ah!"
He moves up and watches my reaction while his finger is inside me. I am squirming and trembling, and I tighten around his finger. Suddenly, he pulls back and removes his finger inside me.
Confused at the loss of it, I ask. "What?"
I look at his face; he is frowning. Then he removes his arms around my body. And I greatly feel the loss of his warmth.
"Who took your virginity?" he asks. "Is he from that blasted park?!"
Unable to think clearly, I look idiotically at him, wondering what went wrong.
"Wait, what?"
"You!" He scratches his head and gets up from the bed. "Is there some other man aside from me? Is that why you do not shy away from this even if you have just met me a week ago?!"
His tone is condescending and I don't understand.
"For my fifteen years in the park, I have no one. There's no time to think about it," I answer. We survive there on the daily, to romp it up with someone is unheard of!
"How about before that?!"
"I don't know! I lost my memory then."
"You might have some memory of it. Some werewolf maybe. I may not be your first mate. I may be your second chance, your third chance, and who knows how many men you have before me!" he roars at me.
He is angry now. Even if I don't remember it, is it my fault to be mated to someone before I met him? I grab on the sheets, crumpling them under my hands.
"You don't want an impure woman?" I whisper, afraid of his answer. Of course, I should have expected this. Humans take pride in the purity of their women. Something that I will never understand. Does this mean that, in his heart, I will always be undeserving?
"Damn it! Don't cry!"
And then I notice the tears falling from my eyes to my ‌fist. I look back at Theo, He stands before me, naked in all his glory, and all I want is to be in his arms. This wretched mate bond. If he rejects me, what now? Nowra says it will be painful, more painful than a spear going through our stomach. She says it's even worse than being flayed alive.
He groans and goes back to the bed. He licks the tears on my cheeks and whispers, "Who else knows you're already taken?"
"I don't know, I told you, I lost my memory," I answer. I wipe my tears and see the confusion on his face. But behind that, I see the desire for me.
"Then, I am warning you, tell no one that I am not your first. Tomorrow, you must act like this is our first day together. Do you understand?"
"Why?"
"Because a King should only have a pure, human lover. And you're the opposite of those two basic requirements."
I feel the tears coming again. I am not a human and I am not even pure. So I am not really qualified for this. In his eyes, am I so much beneath him?
"If I get pregnant, what then?" I ask.
"Your child will be my favorite, but they can never take the throne."
I purse my lips. "And if I don't want any of that, will you reject me? Will you throw me away?"
I watch his jaw clenching, and I instantly know the answer to that. Tears fall and I cover my face with my hands. This is hopeless, after all. Mating and falling in love with a human, I should have known. If only Nowra is here, I can do this, I can live through this. Then, my shoulders tremble. I just found my mate, and now, I am on the verge of being rejected. Why can't he be a normal, ordinary human instead, with fewer complications?