As Theo licks all over my body, I feel like someone else as the pleasure wracks my body. The cold on my skin and air, and the contrasting warmth of his tongue on my body create an enticing combination, until my back arches in resignation. My hands wildly touch his shoulders, his head, and his back, everywhere I can reach. I am already too lost on it, too aroused that when his lips touch my heaving mound, I make a squeal. Light flashes through my vision and my body moves on its own, as pleasure courses through my body.
As my body trembles on my orgasm, he watches me, his hand gently trailing along my stomach and up again. There are tears in my eyes as if pleading him for something that I don't know about.
When my back touches the bed again, he asks, "Is this your first time having an orgasm?"
"I don't know," I admit. "I forget everything except fifteen years ago when I arrive at the park."
Theo moves up and kisses my cheeks.
"Why are you asking?" I ask.
"Because I am planning to give you multiple of it today."
My eyes widen, and I feel the excitement on his proclamation. He opens my legs but before he can enter me, loud knocks distract him.
"Your majesty, an attack!"
Theo frowns and groans before getting up. He wears clothes, and I did the same. He looks at me before opening the door, only to reveal Klevon's leader.
"What?!" he roars at him.
"A mage is trying to bring our shield down."
"What for?"
"We don't know, your majesty."
"Fine!"
Theo looks back at me and outstretches his hand. I lay my hand on him and he pulls me towards the deck. As Klevon's leader describes, there is a mage hitting the boat's barrier. He's floating, or rather, he's using a hoverboard to make it look like he's floating.
"What do you want?!" Theo asks.
With a crazed look, the mage points at Theo and says, "Your life! I want your life!"
"What's wrong with that mage?" he asks. "Which kingdom is he affiliated with? Have you found any details about him?"
"Not yet. Harbin is helping to look into it."
"Klevon?" Theo calls. "You like to take care of that?"
Klevon smirks. He takes a broadsword leaning on the side and says, "My pleasure, your majesty. That fucked-up park has made me want to destroy something!"
"Kent, Llyn, will you care to open up a one-way exit for Klevon?"
"Certainly, your majesty."
Then realization dawns on me. "If I am not here, who will you send to fight that mage?" I ask.
I watch Klevon goes outside and then a battle ensues between the two. It's obviously a mage battle. Klevon, aside from his strength, utilizes and maximizes the use of his magic. Is this the talent of an Owusu? No, that's definitely hard work, not just genius on his part.
"Let me see. Maybe I'll go, but because you're here, right now, I don't want to let go of your hand," he says.
I clench my jaws and look at my palm, hoping that my assumptions are wrong. Unlike Nowra and the other adult werewolves on the island, I can use magic. I try to activate it, but it's unsteady. In my fifteen years, it never behaved as wonky as this. That dinner! It's supposed to hinder Theo's use of magic!
"I think someone's trying to hurt you," I whisper.
He cocks his head at me.
"The dinner," I start. "It's preventing my use of magic. But maybe the target is you?"
"How can that be? All the servants are checked."
"I don't know, maybe something else."
Suddenly, a glint in my right appears. I turn around in time to see a servant girl flashes a knife and rams herself towards Theo. I catch the edge just before it hits Theo's spine.
I groan before Klevon's leader hits the girl and forces her to the ground. Theo takes my wounded palm and scowls.
"Take her," Theo says, not taking his eyes from me.
Suddenly, he lifts me. "Wait! I can walk!" I complain.
He didn't respond, rather he hurriedly walk towards our room. He put me down on the bottom of the bed then; he rummages through his cabinet. When finally, he finds what's he looking for; he runs back to me.
"Why the rush?" I ask. Somehow, I am getting dizzy. The boat is shaking. Is this the effect of the battle between that mage and Klevon?
Instead of answering, Theo pours liquid on my hands. It feels good until it ceases to be cold to the touch. Now, it's hot, scalding hot. I pull my hand away but Theo tightens his hold on me.
"Stay," he says.
"That hurts! Let go!"
"It's poison, just as I thought. I am amazed you're still conscious."
"Ah!" My hand tightens on the blanket and sweat appears on my forehead. I droop, and Theo allows me to lean on his shoulders. "It hurts," I say again.
"I know, but let it be, we need the antidote to seep into your skin, to combat the poison inside."
"It's hot," I say.
Theo massages my back while my open palm gets numb with pain. My other hand wraps around Theo's shoulder and I shut my eyes to handle the pain. Lavender. I need to focus on my mate's smell. It's a calming smell. I feel dizzy, and before long, I doze off.


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I wake up the next morning with a heavy arm around me. I look on my right hand and find it bandaged. I turn to my side and find Theo sleeping beside me. I touch his nose with my left hand. He is a good-looking King. When he said he's not married, I almost did not believe him. I'm sure princesses also find him gorgeous.
Then my fingers trail, from his nose towards his cheeks. I want to memorize his face, his stubble, and the way his jaw is shaped. Damn! Until now, I can't understand how mate bonds work. How is it possible to fall for another person in just one glance? Even now, that I am experiencing it firsthand, I still can't understand it. All I know is that I want to treasure this feeling, this warmth and I hope that this will be for the rest of our lives.
Theo opens his eyes and my heart thumps. "Good morning," I whisper. "About the mage who attacked…"
"Handled already."
"Thanks for yesterday," I say instead.
He takes a deep breath and asks, "Be honest with me, why can you handle the poison yesterday?"
"At the park, we are exposed to a certain level of poison. Mostly sedative though, to make us easier to hunt."
Theo scowls, "That fuck!"
I giggle and touch the part between his eyebrows again, making him relax. I discover that this gesture is especially effective for calming him down. Even with a charming personality, he has bouts of anger too, but I don't care. I want to know more about him, his expressions, and the way his mind works.
Suddenly, he purrs and I smile. "You like it?" I ask.
"I love your touch," he whispers.
"And so do I," I admit.
A smile forms on his lips and asks, "Should we continue from yesterday? Only your hands are aching, right?"
I blush, remembering the way he makes me feel, that bout of pleasure is madness. Just the thought alone is making me aroused. Suddenly, Theo moves and pins me on the bed.
He smirks. "Your reactions tell me ‌you want it too."
Then he kisses me, and I close my eyes to accept him. When he parts my legs with his, I didn't fight back, rather I open it wider for him. He groans in between our kisses and his hands travel on the side of my torso, then it freezes.
"Your majesty, breakfast, and bath are here."
"Ugh! Seriously!" Theo complains.
He gets up from the bed and opens the door. I giggle while I cover myself, realizing for the first time that I am on my nightgown. This is the second time. When the servants leave, I sit beside Theo and ask, "Who's changing my clothes?"
"Of course, it's me."
"Not the servants?"
There is a sheepish smile on his face. "Why would I do that? When it's an opportunity for me?"
I glower at him. "Now, my King, don't tell me you are a pervert?"
"Oh, you have no idea," he says and kisses the bridge of my nose. "Now, eat so we can take a bath next."