The Alpha's Wanted Queen

Chapter 2 - Relaxing my Mate

Elijah POV 

I wake up to the view of my naked wife sprawled out on her stomach all wrapped in the sheets, her long silver hair a mess of curls on her bare back. I think back to our activities last night and bite back a groan. I can't think about that when we have this meeting to be focusing on. Apollo whimpers, he knows this meeting has been stressing Bella out; talking about the impending war always does. 

The sheets rustle and I watch as she shifts in her sleep, one leg popping out from under the covers. I trail my gaze over her exposed skin but all lust leaves me when I spot the red and black mark on her inner thigh that looks eerily similar to teeth. I narrow my gaze and lean in closer. It's a bite mark. 

“She’s half vampire, she shouldn’t have marks. She heals instantly now.” Apollo mimics my own thoughts. 

I look at the arm that she broke sparring with Jeremy yesterday and find that it too has a faint yellow bruise marring her skin. What the hell? Before I can think more of it, she stirs and opens her gorgeous blue eyes to me. 

“Good morning,” she mumbles sleepily. 

“Good morning, flower.” I lean down and peck her on the lips. She sits herself up against the headboard, not bothering to bring the sheet up so her bare chest is exposed to me, her n*****s pebbling in the cool air. She glances down at her legs, her eyes narrowing on the bite mark. A look of confusion crosses her face but is quickly wiped away when her eyes shift back to mine and she smiles at me. 

“So she is just going to ignore the bruise she shouldn’t have?” Apollo growls. 

“We can let her have her way for now. We’ll watch her and see if it keeps happening and if it does we will talk to her about it.” I assure him. He huffs but doesn’t say anything more. 

“How long until the meeting?” she asks, snapping my attention back to her. One blonde eyebrow is raised in question but I'm not sure if it's about my conversation with my wolf or about the actual question she asks. 

“After the pack breakfast so we’ll probably start around ten.” We both glance at the flashing white numbers of the clock displaying the time 8:36. 

“I should probably shower then. I reek.” I watch in rapt attention as her naked body rolls out of bed and heads towards the bathroom, her hips swinging side to side. 

“‘reek’ is not the word I would use to describe how you smell right now,” I tell her while automatically getting up to follow. 

“Of course you wouldn’t. I smell like s*x and you,” she huffs. 

“And the problem?” I whisper in her ear kicking the door shut behind us. I watch her eyes roll all the way around dramatically. I swear our kids get their eye-rolling habits from this woman. I quirk an eyebrow when our gazes meet in the mirror. 

“Not everyone in this meeting needs to know what we were doing all night,” she says, turning around and flipping the water on. I chuckle. 

“Babe, they're gunna know.” I step into the water after her. 

“You don’t know that,” she retorts stubbornly. 

“You can't wash your mate’s scent off of you. You know this,” I deadpan, watching her breasts move up and down while she shampoos her hair. “Plus we have four kids, it's not like they think we've never had sex.” I tease. Her cheeks flush red. It amazes me how after eighteen years and having four of my children, this topic can still make her blush. She doesn’t respond so we continue to shower in a comfortable silence. 

I never appreciated the size and openness of my shower until she came along and we started showering together frequently. Not that we really need a big shower; we usually keep a pretty close distance anyways and they all tend to end up with one of us down on our knees. I'm suddenly wishing this hot water was colder as I contemplate that particular thought. 

“I'm worried about this meeting,” Bella says quietly, pulling me away from my thoughts. I gaze at her: her head hanging low with her arms wrapped around her body, hands gripping tight like it's needed to stay together. I pry her fingers loose and replace her hands with mine, rubbing gentle circles on her skin. 

“You don’t need to be,” I start but she interrupts. 

“I should have more answers for them. What if they think I'm not doing well enough as Luna or Queen?” she asks frantically. 

“No one thinks that and I'll kill anyone who does,” I growl. 

“Eli, I'm serious!” 

“So am I.” I shrug and press a lingering kiss to her mark. She shudders. “Everything will be okay,” I whisper then bite at the shell of her ear eliciting a small sigh from her. I lick the sensitive skin behind her ear and drag my tongue back down her neck before digging my teeth into her mark prompting a moan this time. “Just relax for now.” I order after extracting my teeth. 

I drop to my knees and waste no time as I start pleasuring my wife. I keep my gaze focused on her, watching as her eyes flutter closed, her head tilts back, and her shoulders finally relax. Pride and satisfaction fill me knowing I can so easily relax my constantly tense mate. 

I relish in the feeling of her nails digging into my scalp while I lick and suck her sensitive flesh. The light, breathy moan that escapes her lips just feeds the beast inside of me that wants nothing more than to take care of what's mine. Her legs start shaking and her hips move back and forth on my tongue, bringing herself closer to her own release. 

“Eli, it's time to go,” Nick links me but I ignore him. No way in hell I'm stopping now, not when she's so close to the edge. Her breaths come faster. Her nails dig in harder. 

Then someone pounds loudly on our bedroom door and Bella starts tensing back up. Apollo growls at the interruption of us pleasuring our mate. The growl vibrates her body and she relaxes once more with a low moan. I grip the soft skin of her ass and move my tongue faster against her sensitive mound until she comes apart, her whole body trembling in my grasp as I hold her up. 

I trail kisses back up her stomach to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. 

“I needed that,” she sighs into my mouth. I smirk. 

“I know.” I press another quick kiss to her lips. 

“Eli!” Nick yells, pounding on the door again. I walk out of the bathroom just as he barges into the bedroom. “Put some damn clothes on man! We’re late.” Apollo growls and shoves his way to the surface. Best friend or not, my Alpha wolf refuses to be ordered around by anyone but his mate. 

“They can wait. I was busy taking care of my mate,” he growls, our alpha aura demanding submission. He bows his head to me until Apollo calms down. 

“Sorry Nick, we’ll be right out,” Bella says now standing beside me. Nick switches his gaze to her pulling Apollo back out a second time seeing as Bella is standing in front of him in nothing but her towel. He yanks her behind us, growling again at our friend. 

“Mine!” Nick throws both hands up, palms facing us in a placating manner, taking a step back. 

“Apollo,” Bella chastises behind me. I force the wolf down, relaxing at her touch. 

“Sorry, man,” I mumble at Nick who smirks at my half-assed apology. 

“We’ll get dressed real quick and be out in two,” Bella says. He nods and walks back out the door. I turn to find her standing with one hand on her hip and the other holding the towel between her breasts. 

“What?” I ask. She rolls those damn gorgeous eyes again and turns to the closet without answering. I just shrug at her back happy that the tension is still gone from her shoulders for the time being.