The Hybrid Fairy King's Lost Mate

10 The Past: Claiming his mate (2)

Kalan crawled up her body as he kissed her stomach, the valley between her breasts, and then flicked his tongue over each n****e. She arched into him, hissing into his pillow. He stared up at her, wanting to see the pleasure in her eyes.

“Look at me,” he demanded, taking hold of her chin. She turned and looked at him. Her eyes were blown. She blinked slowly as she stared at him. “You look so beautiful,” he said, leaning down to take her lips. She moaned as he devoured her.

Kalan’s body vibrated with an uncontrollable need he was keeping locked inside. His muscles trembled from his efforts, his c**k throbbed in his pants. Everything he felt was sharp and intense – animalistic almost. He knew it was him, driving this moment – pushing him to claim their mate in the most primal way. But he couldn’t let him take hold. Kalan held him back because he was afraid of hurting her. This was her first time, and he wanted her to remember this moment for the rest of their lives.

He took slow deep breaths, calming the beast that lived inside him.

He slowed things down as he kissed her deeply, flicking his tongue against hers. She moaned his name against his lips. He couldn’t wait to make her his princess, to introduce her to his father and his people.

He pulled back and stared at her again. His eyes were drawn to the curve of her neck. He was going to leave his mark on her. Claim her for the world to see that she belonged to only him. That thought pleased him. He pushed off the bed, and took off his clothes. Her eyes went wide as they took in his body. His c**k jerked as they settled on it. A burning desire rushed through his veins, and it felt like he was going to come as soon as he was inside her. Kalan closed his fingers around his c**k. He squeezed the head, needing to take the pressure off.

Mystic’s eyes were fixated on his hand and c**k. She licked her lips, making him imagine that tongue on his c**k as he pushed into her mouth. The image of him f*****g her mouth filled his mind. He groaned as sparks exploded on his skin. f**k. She was driving him insane.

“Kalan,” she said with a whine.

He climbed back on the bed and settled between her legs. “If only you knew the filthy things I want to do to you,” he said as he spread her thighs wide. His c**k grazed her p***y and they both moaned from the pleasure that little friction caused. Kalan took her lips as he pushed inside her. She arched into him, whimpering as he went deeper.

“Wait,” she said, her body becoming tense. Kalan stopped, and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed tight. The blissed-out look she had before was replaced with one of pain. He smoothed his hand up and down her thighs, as he kissed her face, giving her a moment to get used to him. After a few minutes, she relaxed and leaned into every kiss he placed on her cheeks and lips. She moaned as he moved his hips in measured thrusts. Pleasure cascaded down his spine, spurring him to thrust harder and deeper into her.

Not yet, he told himself as he moved languidly against her, not giving into the torturous need inside him. He waited until her body demanded him to, and before long he could feel the demands of her body as she widened her thighs, opening herself to him. Her arms flew around him, pulling him closer. He grunted as her p***y spasmed around his c**k, tightening in a way that made him see stars.

“f**k,” he groaned, increasing the pace. He f****d into her hard and fast. She arched into him, taking everything he had to give. Kalan kissed down her neck, as the need to mark her, to claim her as his own filled him. He licked the space between her neck and shoulder. Fairies didn’t do this. It was the wolf part of him that demanded this. He had to claim her, to see his mark on her. His teeth sharpened as his canines lengthened. He bit into her skin. Her blood flooded his mouth. He swallowed, taking that part of her into him. Mystic’s scream filled the room as she came hard. Sharp claws scraped his back as she clutched him close. Kalan stared down at her and he could see the bright blue of her wolf’s eyes. She was staring back at him. He shivered, as his monster pushed through him too to meet his mate.

Now? he frowned.

“Mine,” Mystic whispered, dragging him down to her. Without even thinking about it, Kalan exposed his neck to her. He felt her breath hitting the soft part of his neck as she leaned closer. Her teeth were sharp as they sank into his neck. Pain and pleasure mingled in his body. He arched his back, thrusting deep inside her. Time seemed to stop, and he came so hard. He roared at the top of his lungs. He didn’t even care that someone might hear them. He was claiming his mate.

He collapsed on top of her. His body felt drained of everything. For a while they stayed like that, until Kalan thought he might be too heavy for her. He dropped on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She moaned as she lay on his chest.

“That was…” he began, but trailed off when he couldn’t think of the words to describe what they'd just shared.

“I know,” Mystic said. She pulled back, and stared at his neck where she bit him. A possessive look entered her eyes, and Kalan shivered all over again.

“I saw your wolf,” he said, touching her cheek.

“I saw Ruhuikar too,” she said. They stared at each other feeling like something monumental had just happened between them. It was strange the way it just happened like that. Kalan didn’t know whether it was because he was a hybrid or if that's how it was. Whatever it was, it felt amazing and special. Mystic lay back down on his chest. Kalan closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her.

He must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up again he was alone and the sun was filtering through the gap in the curtains. He stared at the space where Mystic lay all night long, right there beside him. He hated that it was empty. Hated that he couldn’t wake up with her in his arms, the way it should be.

Fuck.

Kalan reached for the pillow she had used and brought it to his nose. He sighed as her scent filled his nose. She should be there with him, he thought, as he dropped the pillow on the bed. He sat up and got out of bed. He reached for the covers and pulled the sheets from the bed. As much as he wanted everyone to know that she was his, the need to protect her was still there. He'd reveal their relationship the minute he took her away from there, and not a minute sooner. He washed the sheets in the bathroom. He went to his room, and erased every scent and trace of her ever being there with him. He hated it, because he loved her scent around him, but he knew it was for the best for now.

Soon, they won’t have to hide, because he’ll take her home with him, and make her his princess. Kalan smiled to himself as joy filled him. He couldn’t wait.

He got ready for his long dreadful day with Lanarrie. His lessons were boring. Kalan didn’t know why his father insisted on him coming there. He wasn’t learning anything he couldn’t read on his own. There should be a way of making the information that Lanarrie so coveted in the library back home. He'd have to look into it, Kalan thought as he walked into the sitting area. Oren was already there waiting for him. He stared at him for a few uncomfortable seconds.

“What?” he asked.

“You won’t be able to hide it. The glow is on you. Everyone is going to notice,” he said, giving him one last look. He narrowed his eyes on his neck too. Kalan pulled the collar of his robe, but it didn’t completely cover the mark Mystic had left on him. He pulled his hair to the front to cover the mark slightly. “She marked you too. This is going to complicate everything.”

Kalan shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with claiming one’s mate. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. But others might not think so.”

“I don’t care what anyone thinks,” Kalan said. He walked to the door and walked out of the house. He made his way to the main house. Mystic wasn’t there like the last time. Kalan worried a little, but he got the feeling that she didn’t like spending time in Lanarrie’s house. He walked to the dining room. Oren followed behind him. All eyes turned to him as he entered the room. He noted the minute Lanarrie’s eyes went wide.

Fuck, like Oren said ‘everyone is going to notice.’

Even Lanarrie’s wife, who hardly had any reaction, reacted to his mate-glow. But she had the decency not to stare for too long. Aria wasn’t that shy. She stared at him as if she'd never seen him before. Kalan ignored them and sat down. They ate in silence. And when they were done they walked to Lanarrie’s library as usual. He studied for the whole day, reading through the fairy laws that seemed to put the fairy nobles above the king. They made the laws and decided on them. Kalan shook his head. He didn’t like that. If he was to be king, he wanted to be in control of his own kingdom, not have others tell him what to do. But in all the books he read, the nobles made important decisions that the king followed. He clenched his jaw as he thought about how they affected his life too. He grew up without a mother because of them. His mother left because the fairy nobles didn’t want a werewolf slave as their queen.

Kalan’s fingers tightened around the book. He pushed the pain away like he always did. There was no reason to hold on to it. It was all in the past.

“I think we should end our lesson here,” Lanarrie said after four hours. Kalan turned to him, grateful. Though he didn’t show it. He closed the huge book and got to his feet. “I hope there’s nothing wrong,” he said, even though he didn’t exactly care. This meant he could spend more time with his mate. And he already missed her like crazy.

“No. Nothing is wrong. I have an urgent matter that I need to attend to. It’s a matter I cannot set aside. And I will be gone for the coming few days. I apologise for the inconvenience, your Highness. You can take a break until I come back to resume our lessons,” he said, getting to his feet too.

“No problem,” he said as he walked to the door. He opened it and walked out. He made his way out of the house, and headed to the one place he knew his mate would be. He walked to the line of trees and went through the meadow. And just as he thought, Mystic sat in the middle of the field of flowers. Her sister stood over her weaving flowers in her hair. Mae turned and looked at him. She smiled. Mystic looked up, and she shyly looked away.

Kalan’s heart pounded in his chest as he took her in. She was breath-taking. And he couldn’t believe she was all his.

My mate, he thought as he walked to her.