The Ivory Throne

5. Smiles Part I

***Aurora***

“There’s gotta be something in those old books of his,” Lorena sighs, gathering her things to leave.

I have a choice to make as the two say their goodbyes and I choose to follow Lorena. Something tells me, she knows more than she lets on.

She climbs into the elevator, pulling out her phone from her purse when the door closes behind us. I breathe as quietly as possible, making sure to stay as far away as possible from her.

“Rata {Rat}, I need a team assembled immediately,” she says into the phone. “I want you to follow some guests staying in the VIP suites. They have white hair and look like Sofia Reyes. Yes, the one in the hall. I don’t have the full names but Aurora Reyes is one of them. Yes, I want to know exactly what they’re doing here and where they’re headed to. No, not yet. Let’s see what they’re after,” she sighs. “And, my son. I want you to watch him also. He’s keeping his guard up and I don’t like it one bit.” She’s about to hang up when she thinks of something else. “One more thing, Rata: I want the pictures in the hall taken down. I asked you guys weeks ago and they’re still there. Get rid of them. Burn them if you have to but I don’t want to see them again after today. Renovations start next week and I don’t want any remnants of that f*****g family left. We’re starting over from scratch. New name, new look. Yes. Okay, bye,” she says, hanging up as the elevator comes to a stop.

If she thinks she can erase us so easily, she’s got another thing coming, Reyna snarls.

The doors slide open, Valentina and Danny waiting patiently to climb in.

Uh oh, I think to myself, knowing s**t is about to go down.

Lorena’s face pales when her eyes meet Valentina but she quickly tries to hide her surprise with a nonchalant smile.

“Lorena?” Valentina asks in Spanish. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, do I know you?” Lorena asks, putting away her phone.

“Really?” Valentina scoffs. “No te hagas la estupida {Don’t play dumb}. You know who I am.”

Lorena still feigns innocence, staring at Valentina as she tries to come up with a cover.

“Ah, yes. Mateo’s sister,” she finally says through a tight smile. “Forgive me. It’s been a few decades.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Valentina snaps. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh well, not that it’s any of your business, but I’m here for work,” Lorena snaps. “I had a business meeting with a few colleagues and now I’m leaving.”

Interesting, I mutter to myself. She’s not going to rub owning the hotel in her face?

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late to visit an old friend,” she adds, stepping around Valentina and Danny, her heels clicking as she hurries away.

I contemplate following Lorena, but I know better than to leave on my own without backup, especially now that I’m pregnant. Instead, I climb off the elevator towards the bathroom, opening up a portal to my room in one of the stalls.

“We’re down at the bar on the beach,” Celina mind-links. “Did you get any intel?”

“Yes, I’ll tell you when I get there,” I reply, slipping on a little white sundress and heels.

I stare at the pair of panties in my hand, and against my better judgment, let Reyna convince me that I don’t need them. It seems she’s in a playful mood to tease Oliver and I’m not about to stop her. As I get ready to leave, there’s a knock at my door, Valentina and Danny wanting to check in.

“Mija, are you okay? Are you still mad at your sister?” Valentina asks, her voice full of concern.

“I just needed a break. I’m okay now,” I shout back.

“Okay, well, Danny and I are going to the restaurant to eat. Would you like to come?”

“No, thank you. I’ll eat with Oliver later,” I shout, Valentina replying with an ‘okay’.

I feel bad for lying to her but we’re on a mission and she’ll only try to stop us.

Waiting until the coast is clear, I venture out into the hall and make my way down to the hotel lobby, my eyes and ears on full alert for the men Lorena sent to watch us. I notice a few wolves lingering nearby but they only watch and listen from afar, never approaching me or getting in my way. I decide for now, they pose no threat.

Outside at the beach bar, Celina laughs and cheers, announcing to the whole bar that the next round of drinks are on her. Evan and Mia dance on the dance floor, Evan as usual becoming the center of attention as he moves to the rhythm of his own beat without a care while Mia giggles at him. Celina, who’s not usually much of a dancer, swings back a shot of tequila and joins in on the fun, several men eager to take her out for a spin. My eyes skim the beach club in search of my grump, only to find him sitting at the bar while a group of girls in tiny bikinis twirl their hair around their fingers and flirt with him.

Reyna is up in arms almost instantly, but I do my best to remain unfazed as I approach them, recognizing one of the girls as Belen, Jadiel’s little sister. My composure disintegrates when she grabs Oliver’s hand, playfully pulling at him to drag him onto the dancefloor. Even more infuriating though is the fact that the bastard finds it all amusing, the corners of his lips turned upward in a small smile.

Oliver doesn’t smile, so what in the f**k is he smiling about? I snap, storming over to the bar.

His amusement only deepens when I push past the girls and plop myself on his lap, draping my arms around his neck. I pull him in for a kiss, devouring his lips possessively and staking my claim on my mate in front of all the girls ogling him.

“Me vas a invitar a bailar o qué? {You gonna ask me to dance or what?}” I murmur when I pull away, smiling innocently as I watch all the girls but Belen disperse. “Se te perdio algo, niña? {Did you lose something, girl?}” I ask when she doesn’t leave, Oliver holding back his laughter.

“No,” she says, forcing a smile as she replies in Spanish. “But I had already asked him to dance, so maybe try waiting your turn instead of acting like a whore.”

Oliver is on his feet in an instant, gently setting me down on the bar counter before turning to the she-wolf and growling at her.

“What did you call my wife?” he snarls, towering over the girl menacingly.

Her eyes glaze over as she calls for backup, the little smile on her face disappearing entirely now that she’s awakened Oliver’s beast.

“W-wife?” she stutters, her gaze shifting between Oliver and I.

I notice a beach bag lying on the floor and concentrate on it, telekinetically moving it behind her as she takes a step back.

“Wife,” I smile, hopping off the counter. “Of three years,” I add, standing in front of my mate so he doesn’t accidentally start a war. “So I guess… that makes you the w***e, right?”

Before she can answer, Belen trips on the beach bag, colliding with a server walking past us who spills a margarita on her head. She stares at me in shock as I hold out my hand to help her up.

“Cuidado. Te caes {Careful, you’ll fall},” I say, Belen slapping away my hand. “Pues chingate {f**k off},” I mutter, pressing my lips tightly together in a frown as Belen gets up and storms off in the direction of her friends.

Without another word, I push past the dancing crowd of people and head in the direction of the hotel, Oliver hot on my heels.

“You were too easy on her,” he mutters.

“And what were you going to do?” I retort. “Hit her? That would have caused more problems with Estrella del Monte than we already have. You and Celina are just two hotheads ready to burn bridges at the drop of a hat, but we can’t always be impulsive.”

He says nothing, sensing my growing irritation as we climb into the elevator. Refusing to look at the traitor, I choose to keep my back to him and face the buttons so he can be alone with his thoughts. My silence makes him uneasy, so he taps on my shoulder to check in.

“Nena.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, shrugging off his hand. “Why don’t you go sit at the bar again and find another Nena.”

Realizing what I’m truly upset about, I hear him chuckle.

The audacity of this man!

“Estas selosa, Nena? {Are you jealous, cutie?}” He says, leaning over my shoulder so that his breath brushes up against my neck. “Do you like me that much?” he teases, kissing my temples.

“Of course, I like you, you i***t!” I mutter, turning away to face the elevator buttons so he doesn’t see how hard I’m blushing. “But I see you’d rather kiss one of the other girls you were smiling at.”

“Smiling? When did I smile at someone else that wasn’t you?” He teases me.

“No te hagas pendejo, {Don’t play dumb},” I snap, the elevator opening to our floor. “You were smiling at your little fan club,” I mumble, storming down the hall to our room.

A soft rumble ripples through his throat as he laughs. “It wasn’t a happy smile. I was annoyed they wouldn’t leave,” he chuckles, taking out his keycard and opening the door for me. “I like seeing you jealous, though. It’s cute.”

Cute? Reyna huffs. Oh, I’ll show him cute!

I step inside the room, listening for the door to slam shut before rushing at my mate and slamming him against the door. Normally, he’d be the one in control, but today, I feel the need to put him in his place. He bursts into laughter when I struggle to pin his arms above his head and have to settle with pinning them at his sides.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckles, his amusement only infuriating me even more.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” I whisper, Oliver looking down at me challengingly.

I look down at his crotch, the smile on his face disappearing as he anticipates my next move.

“Oh f**k,” he moans as I concentrate on all the little nerve endings in his c**k, igniting them all up in pure pleasure from his tip to his balls. “f*****g hell, Aurora,” he breathes, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to take it all in.

“Still wanna smile at your little fan club?” I murmur, watching him slowly spiral out of control as I make him feel every bit of pleasure without touching him. “Will they make your d**k throb as good as me?” I ask, his lips turning up in a grin.

I pull him off the door, using all my strength to push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. He tries to regain control, but I imagine a force grabbing onto his wrists and ankles, slamming him back against the mattress so he’s trapped and completely at my mercy. At the same time, I continue manipulating the nerves on his c**k so that the pleasure pulsates all the way down to his toes.

I kick off my sandals and remove my medallion, tossing my things on the floor before slowly undoing his belt buckle and unbuttoning his jeans, a massive bulge forming in his crotch as I pull down the zipper with my teeth. Every time I see his delicious c**k, I fear it won’t fit, but Goddess knows every inch of this man is made just for me and my gods, is he perfect.

“Who’s your good little slut, Alpha?” I ask, rubbing his bulge teasingly, Oliver breathing heavily as my fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers and pull them down to his knees to release his perfect c**k for me to play with.

My hands slide up and down his thick, glorious thighs, feeling every rippling muscle beneath my fingertips. I can’t wait to be crushed by them.

“You’re my good little slut. My perfect little slut,” he whispers through gritted teeth, the sound of desire in his voice making my p***y tingle with anticipation.

“That’s right, Alpha,” I grin, wrapping my fingers around the base of his c**k. “And I’m the only little slut you’ll ever need,” I snarl, a bead of pre-c*m oozes from the swollen tip as I lick the underside of his shaft, Oliver cursing under his breath. “No one else will ever touch you like this.”

“No, just you, my little slut,” Oliver groans as I tilt my head to the side innocently, swirling my tongue around the tip of his c**k.

Breathing in through my nose, I take him all the way in until he hits the back of my throat, gagging a little on his girth. He moans as I slide him out of my mouth, making a popping sound as I pull away and admire his c**k glistening with my saliva.

“You’re in so much trouble, baby. Just you wait,” he laughs between moans. “I’m gonna f**k that little mouth of yours just how I want.”

I grin at the challenge, pressing a small kiss on his tip before unzipping his luggage telekinetically, his bag of pleasure floating to me. He watches as I pull out two scarves from the bag and tie each of his wrists to the headboard, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

So he still thinks this is funny? I’ll have to fix that, I think to myself, straddling his stomach as I unbutton his shirt, working my way from the top down to the last button.

“Keep laughing,” I whisper, plunging my tongue down his throat as I kiss him. “Your mine to f**k whenever I want,” I snarl when I pull away, pinching his chin.

He moans when I crash my lips against his again, kissing me back with such need, it’s almost intoxicating as I pull his shirt open. I leave a trail of open mouth kisses down his jaw to his throat, flicking my tongue over my mark where his neck meets his shoulder.

Oliver pulls against his restraints, but I press my hands against his wrists and shake my head. “Not yet, baby. You haven’t earned it,” I purr, Oliver growling in frustration.

I nibble on my mark, working Oliver into a frenzy as I once again play with the nerves in his c**k. The sound of his ragged breath does little to satisfy my insatiable hunger for him, every inch of me craving his touch. He rocks his hips against me, but he finds no relief as I slide off his stomach and onto the bed, peppering more kisses along his chest.

My tongue flicks over each of his n*****s, a smile spreading across my lips when I hear him curse under his breath to hide his moan.

“Couldn’t hear you, Love,” I whisper, biting down on one of his n*****s. “Did you say something?”

He sucks in a sharp breath as I roll the sensitive bud between my teeth, and sighs when I kiss them gently to soothe the pain I caused.

“Your ass is gonna hurt when I get out of these,” he growls, fighting against his restraints.

“Promises, promises,” I giggle. “Are you hungry?” I ask, Oliver biting on his lower lip as he groans a 'yes'. I lift up my dress past my hips to show him my bare p***y, his eyes filling with lust when he smells my growing arousal. “Beg for it.”

His eyes flicker between silver and blue but he refuses to give in so easily.

“No,” He growls defiantly. “I don’t beg. I take what I want!”

“We’ll see about that,” I murmur, crawling towards the edge of the bed and reaching for the play bag.

I pull out a bright pink rabbit vibrator from within, switching it on and crawling back towards him. The little toy hums happily in my hand as I drag it across his chest and down his abdomen, circling it around his pelvis. Just barely grazing his skin, I slide it down his shaft, Oliver drawing in a ragged breath.

“All you have to do is beg and I’m yours,” I murmur, Oliver clenching his jaw and shaking his head. “Too bad,” I sigh, crawling to the foot of the bed. “I want to cum.”

“You wouldn’t dare touch yourself without my permission,” he warns, shaking his arms against the scarves when I settle into a comfortable position and spread my legs apart.

I slide the straps of my dress off, exposing my bare breasts for him before placing the vibrator against my n*****s, the gentle hum sending tiny ripples of pleasure down to my cunt.

“Aurora!” he snaps, as I slide my hand down between my legs, coating my fingers with my own juices as my excitement grows.

Once upon a time, touching myself in front of him would have been mortifying, but now, I love teasing him, letting his frustration build up while I pleasure myself.

Sliding my fingers in between my folds, I draw a sharp breath when I touch my clit, circling the little bundle of nerves to drive myself insane.

“I want you inside me, but I don’t think you want it bad enough yet,” I murmur, my need reaching its peak.

I move the vibrator down to my p***y, the chandelier hanging on the ceiling making my p***y gleam as my juices spill from my slit. A soft moan leaves my lips as I insert the larger arm of the vibrator inside me, the toy immediately sending me soaring in search of my high. At the same time, the little arm buzzes over my clit, gently humming me into a frenzy.

I cry out in pleasure from the double stimulation, Oliver watching in furious envy as my hips gyrate against the toy, my body growing greedier and demanding to c*m. My knees tremble the closer I get to my orgasm, and for a short moment, I lose focus of my powers as my eyes fill with tears.

Taking advantage of my weakness, Oliver finally breaks free from his restraints and pounces on me, pulling out my vibrator and wrapping his arms around my thighs.

“You’re mine now,” he growls, burying his nose in my cunt.

“Oliver!” I moan, throwing my head back as his tongue expertly flicks over my clit and down my pussy

“Thought you could c*m without me?” he snarls, lapping his tongue over my folds until I can’t take it any more and beg.

“Please Alpha, please f**k me. f**k me, baby. f**k me,” I beg, so close to shattering for him.

He pulls away and sits on his knees, sliding on his pants and buttoning them up again.

“You have one minute,” he snaps, tucking my breasts back into my dress and adjusting the straps on my shoulders. “You better run fast, baby,” he breathes, removing his belt and binding my wrists together. He helps me off the bed and leans into my ear, growling menacingly. “Because once I have you, I won’t stop. I’m gonna f**k you until you’re all used up and then I’ll f**k you some more. One minute. Go.”

I don’t wait for further instructions, breaking into a sprint and opening a portal back to River Moon, leaving it open for Oliver to run through it. My lungs fill with fresh air as I rush through the forest, hopping over rocks and broken tree branches as I search for a place to hide.

There’s nothing more exhilarating than having my mate want me so badly, he’s willing to hunt me through an entire forest just for a taste of me. My scent alone makes him go feral with desire, and he’ll stop at nothing until he claims me as his.

It took a little over a year to get to this level of comfort with each other, and lots of reassurance on each other’s part. Oliver was terrified of scaring me at first, a part of him still fearing his wolf and what he’s capable of, but I love him and want him to know every part of him is safe with me. I, on the other hand, was afraid of being a disappointing catch, too small and insignificant to be worthy of a hunt. But my mate washes all the worry away, making it his mission to catch me and let his most primal instincts take over so I know I am the object of his greatest desires, his greatest conquest, and his most prized possession. I am his to love, his to f**k, his to please. Just his.

And when it’s all over, I’ll be tucked away in his arms and worshiped like a goddess.

I run down a small hill, feeling my wetness drip down my inner thigh when a gust of wind blows from behind me, carrying the scent of apples and honey along with it.

***A/N: Part two will continue the scene so please be aware we have more kinky s*x on the way. This is after all rated 18+. I unfortunately exceeded Dreame’s word limit, so I have to split the chapter, but we will see Oliver’s POV next. Oli and Aurora have been married for over 3 years, so they are extremely comfortable with each other and Aurora feels very safe partaking in this type of play. I’ve been wanting to write a primal scene for a while and Aurora and Oliver’s personalities seemed to fit the bill the best. Hope you enjoy.