Intertwined: her three mates

8. Mate number 2

3rd Person POV

Liv wears a sensual, skin-tight, short sleeveless, wine-coloured dress under her trench coat. She knows she needs to be bold and step up her game. She goes to the Wizard King’s castle, where she had lived for the last two years. Nevertheless, she just saw him there once. He lives in a totally different wing and apparently wasn’t willing to see his mate-to-be AT ALL, in the last two years. 

She makes her way towards his wing of the castle for the very first time. Now that she is his mate, his minions must let her pass through. She knocks on his office door. 

 ~ * ~

Avalon knows his mate is near. He can sense her and smell her sweet vanilla scent. He hears the knock and says with an expectant smile, “You may come in.” She enters his office and smiles at him. “Please take a seat,” he utters. 

“Is that seat taken?” Liv asks, gesturing to his lap. She takes her trench coat off, revealing her body-hugging dress. 

My mate is insanely beautiful, the shape of all her soft and luscious curves exposed to my hungry eyes. She is indeed growing bold and willing, maybe that is the mate pull working, he thought. 

“It is, for you,” he answers with a smirk. 

She walks around his office desk and reaches for him. He moves, making space for her, and she climbs into his lap. Liv wraps her arms around his neck and asks casually, “So, how was your day?” 

He grins at her. “This has been the best part so far.” 

She smiles. He cups her cheeks and brings her face to his, kissing her gently. Then, he bites her lower lip, demanding entrance into her mouth, and she obliges happily. His tongue explores her mouth boldly as the kiss grows in intensity. His other hand goes to the nape of her neck. After some time, she pulls away breathlessly. He strokes her hair and smiles.

Her mouth exposed him to brand new sensations. He feels the sparks and the tingles overtaking him, making his self-control falter. How much he wants his mate. How he wants to have her totally, to be deep inside her. Just the thought made his member hard. He continues kissing her delicious mouth and stroking the soft skin of her cheek. 

Liv feels something grow hard under her and smiles to herself. My plan is indeed working, I just need to be more patient than last time. Well, much more patient! His lips felt so good, different than Elric’s. The Elf King’s kiss was softer, tender, but not lacking passion. And she felt the sparks and tingles again, crawling under her skin and reaching her core.

He wraps his hands around her waist, making her moan into their kiss. He groans in response without ever breaking the kiss. She runs her fingers through his soft hair. Why do I have to have such delicious mates? she wonders again. Well, she could for sure take advantage of her plan and enjoy herself. But not too much, she scolds herself.    

Their kisses grow hungrier. Avalon knows he has to stop before he loses control. He pulls away and asks her, “Baby, are you hungry? Have you already had dinner?” 

“Yeah. I am starving,” she says with a smirk, “and I haven't had dinner.” she adds. 

Oh, this girl! She will drive me crazy, Avalon thinks.  

After having dinner, Liv looks at him innocently, “Let's go to your room.”

“Do you want to go to my room?” he asks, a bit surprised. 

“Maybe I want more kisses,” she replies, biting her bottom lip slightly. It works in the movies, so it should work now. How hard could it be to seduce my own mate? 

He shakes his head. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t say no to that. He has waited so long to have her in his arms. Even if it is just a few kisses, he will take it. He doesn’t answer her with words, only taking her by the hand and leading her to his room instead. 

His room is large, bigger than Elric’s. It is covered in classic vintage decorations, and Art Nouveau paintings decorated the walls. It is tasteful and has a very special elegance, or maybe he just didn't change anything in his room in the last century. A small Art Décor chandelier lit the room dimly, intensifying the mysterious atmosphere. His room had a complacent air, like himself. She looked at the Le Chat Noir poster; it has a chilling beauty. 

They sit on the edge of the canopy bed. She looks at him, smiling. His eyes are darker now, a dark grey. Full of lust. She smiles at him, and he kisses her slowly, savoring her taste and the feeling of the warm and soft skin of her mouth. He bites her lip harshly and she gasps, giving him the wanted access into her mouth. 

She won’t rush things this time, or at least she will try not to. He lifts her onto his lap and holds the nape of her neck to deepen the kiss. After some time, Avalon stops his ministrations and looks at Liv. “It is getting late, we should… You should go to your room, baby.” 

Liv pouts, “Why? It’s so nice here.” She smiles sweetly. 

Avalon exhales sharply in frustration. He has to be alone before his self-control that is hanging by a thread is totally lost. “We need to sleep. It's late.”

“But I could sleep here,” she says, giving at him with an expectant look.

“No, you can't. You have your own room,” he replies, taking his eyes off of her plump lips, swollen and red from their kisses, to gather enough determination.

“But I feel so lonely at night. I bet you feel lonely too. We could just keep each other company, you know?” she says, caressing his arms. 

He exhales deeply. “Fine. Let's sleep.” He moves to turn off the lights. 

Avalon lays down and she does the same next to him. She turns to him, laying on her side, and notices he seems quite tense. Liv smirks to herself. She looks at him intently and asks softly, “Could you hold me?” Then she turns to lay on her other side, waiting for his next move. He exhales deeply but spoons her, pressing his hard chest against her back, and she lets out a soft and almost inaudible moan in response.  

Liv sneakily takes off her dress in the middle of the night and sleeps only in her bra and underwear.

  ~ * ~ 

Liv wakes up with something hard poking her behind. After getting her bearings, she smiles at the way her plan is going. She moves slowly and sits up. Avalon turns to lay on his back but still keeps a possessive arm on her hip. His body knows that she is there, that his mate is near.

She hovers over him and starts to kiss his neck gently. Avalon groans in his sleep and pulls his mate towards his chest. Liv sits up, straddling his abdomen, before leaning her upper body closer to his. Soon, the Wizard King wakes up to the view of his almost naked mate this close to him. He pulls her face towards his and kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing fiercely and caressing each other.

Liv breaks the kiss and says between pants, “Good morning, my King.”

He flashes her a smug, naughty smile that holds true joy. A joy that he shouldn’t be having at this moment. A moment of joy that can have him doomed for the rest of eternity. With this in mind, he stops.

Liv sits up and pulls the hem of his shirt up. She starts moving her core against his exposed abdomen tentatively, while she strokes his strong chest under his grey shirt. Every soft but rhythmic movement makes Avalon groan and takes him to the edge of losing it. She moves her hands to unclip her bra without breaking eye contact.

“Baby, stop or I won’t be able to control myself,” Avalon says, taking her hands in his and preventing her from baring her full breasts.

"You don’t need to control yourself," Liv says, smirking. “You’ve already waited for so long.”

He raises a questioning brow at her.

“I want to be yours only, my King. I belong with you, you alone, as I always have. Claim what’s yours,” Liv utters, taking her hands away from his hold and caressing his chest again.

"If we mate, the bond will break, baby. As much as I want you, we can’t do it." Avalon says, stroking her cheek.

“Why is the bond so important? We can be together without it!” she says impatiently.

"A mate bond is a blissful, magical connection, a glue that joins one with the other part of their soul. It brings a new kind of intimacy, a different level of longing. Every sensation, every feeling is magnified by the bond," he explains, running his fingers over her moistened lips.

She shrugs. “I think it’s overrated... Are you seriously adamant on sharing your mate with two other males, two kings, to not lose the bond?”

Avalon shakes his head. “Baby, you don’t understand the dimension of the bond. There are no mates without a mate bond. If the bond is broken, it’s like you have the other half of your soul in front of you, but you can’t communicate with it. It’s like having what you want, long for, and love most in front of you and you’re not able to reach it.”

Liv sighs in frustration.

“Losing the bond would be somehow losing you. I can’t have that. I can’t have just a small fraction of what we could be.”

“Please, we can break the bond, sever the bond with the other two, and find a way to have ours back. Just you and I, as it should be my King.” she insists, biting her lip seductively. 

He can’t resist and sits up, kissing her lips softly, and she parts them, granting him access. The kiss grows ardent, and she wraps her arms around his neck and nips his lips. He groans and she mewls into their kiss. 

She could get used to having his lips on hers, to taste his mouth and feel his... Focus, Liv! She scolds herself. We have a job here, she thinks. She’s definitely getting crazy talking to herself, let alone using the plural form while she does so. It’s their fault; these hot men are driving her nuts. 

They pull away, panting heavily. 

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for. We should just... slow down a bit and...”

“Please my King... don’t deny me,” she asks with a pout. 

“I’m not denying you, baby. I want all of you, all the connection and intensity that comes with the bond.”

Avalon flips them around and hovers over her. He kisses her mouth, cheeks, forehead, and chin. He drops wet kisses on her jaw and makes his way down to her neck, kissing the sweet spot where his mark will be. Liv grinds her hips against him, pressing her core against his hard-on, drawing a groan from him. 

“Mark me,” she says in a moan.

He curses under his breath. This girl will be the death of him. 

“Liv, you know I can’t,” he says. 

“Take me, my body is aching for you,” she asks breathlessly as she moves her hips against him again. He groans deeply and holds her by her waist to keep her still. There is only so much he can take. She’s making it impossible for him. That vixen. His vixen, Avalon smirks at the thought. 

“Liv stop,” he says in a low growl.

“But I don’t want to,” she replies in a sweet, breathless voice, smirking at him.

“Liv, baby.” He breathes deeply. “It’s not just a fling or whatever you teenagers say.” She looks at him with a frown. He sighs. 

“Maybe you are not mature enough to understand it yet,” Avalon adds. 

She tried to be patient and execute her plan, but she’s had enough. He just called her childish. It doesn’t matter how hot he is, he can’t talk to her like this. Liv, stop, you pe*vert! You’re not here for his hotness, it’s just a bonus, she scolds herself. 

“Did you seriously say that?” she asks with a frown.

“Liv...I...”

“Don’t Liv me! Get off of me!” she says, enraged. He sighs but obliges. She stands up fast. 

“Liv, let’s talk.”

“No! We have nothing to talk about!” She picks up her clothes, puts her trench coat on in a single move, and storms out of the room. 

Avalon sighs and brings his hands to his face, scrubbing it in aggravation. Having a mate is a thousand times harder than he thought. And he had originally thought that waiting for her to come of age would be the hardest part.

Now the King of Hell is her last chance. She will play all her best cards. She will play the fairy wine card. As Cali says, a bit of fairy wine is the best way to get rid of one’s inhibitions and draw one to their desires. She goes to Cali’s house to get some Fairy Wine and get ready to kill any determination or hesitance Laius could have.