Her King

Regina’s POV

The feeling of completion is running through my veins, awaking new emotions inside me which I was not even aware of before.

If I thought earlier I could not define my feelings for Atlas, then now it is impossible to voice out the intensity of them.

A smile that is settled on my lips is hard to be removed because the contentment with which my heart is brimming is making it difficult to straighten the curve of my lips.

I continue to trace the mark over Atlas’s chest with my finger while he is still sleeping. His arm is wrapped around my waist protectively and not even once he let go of me.

Lifting my head off his chest, I pull myself slightly up and place a small kiss on his mark. Then again lie down keeping my head on his chest, enjoying the strong beating of his heart.

A laugh threatens to erupt from my mouth when he lightly runs his fingers up and down on my bare back almost tickling me.

“Stop.” I can’t hold my laugh as I move more towards him, trying to keep his hand away from me.

“Stop, what, this?” His chest vibrates with a low chuckle, as he again caresses my back in a feather-light touch with his fingers.

“Atlas.” I try to sound stern, however, I fail badly when I start laughing.

Removing his hand from my waist when I attempt to move away from him, he yanks me back in his arms holding me against his chest.

“Good morning, my Queen.” He whispers and kisses my hair.

“Good Morning, my King,” I reply as a small contented sigh passes through my lips when his lips brush against my mark.

“May I?” He lifts his head from my neck, as the golden ring appears in his eyes as he asks for my permission.

“You may.” I smile, and with my hand, I move all my hair to one side baring my neck to him, “All yours.”

He presses his lips to my forehead in a lingering kiss, a moment later I witness his fangs making an appearance peeking through his upper lips.

Similarly, like last night, he runs his tongue on my mark for a moment or two, and then he swiftly plunges his teeth inside my mark. I hold my breath when his sharp teeth pierce my skin, again it doesn’t hurt but the initial feeling is something which I would define as being really uncomfortable. It continues to feel the same way until the moment he starts taking my blood, after which all I feel is contentment.

Last night, he told me that now he would not need to rely on anyone for blood as only my blood is what he needs for sustenance. Initially, the thirst for my blood will be high in him and he will need my blood more than once throughout the day. However, after some days when his beast will be calmed then a few drops of my blood are enough for him every day.

There would be other situations too when the craving of my blood will be really high in him. Especially, when he is suffering through any dark intense emotion, like anger or distress. Only I can calm his beast in such a situation, he would need me to be with him, otherwise, his beast could go on a rampage.

Running my fingers through his scalp, I relax in his arms, while I can feel the blood being sucked. It is not anything painful, but more like something intimate. The more he takes, the more satisfaction of knowing I am providing him settles inside my heart

Last night, he took my blood a few more times, and each time before taking my blood he would ask for my permission which I find really endearing. He says in his world the act taking blood from your soul is scared. And for him, this means so much more as I am a human, and I don’t rely on him for living, even then I offer my blood to him.

When he again licks my mark, I know he is cleaning the blood and closing my wound.

Bringing his hand near his mouth, he punctures his palm and extends it in my direction.

“I don’t need to drink blood, if you have forgotten let me remind you, between you and me, you are the one with fangs.” I laugh as I place a small kiss on his palm.

“This is will keep you strong, because, with the amount of blood which I am taking from you, I am afraid I will suck you dry soon.” He jokes although I know he never takes more than I can’t handle. I never feel weak or tired, however, after every time I feel myself strengthening more.

“I am not feeling tired.” I shake my head, “Nor I am feeling dizzy.”

“That’s because I feed you a few drops of my blood every time I have taken from you.” He smiles and presses his palm against my lips dropping a few drops of his blood inside my mouth.

“My blood helps your body to quickly make up for the loss of blood and keep you strengthened.” Removing his palm he presses his lips to mine in a kiss a which I would define his way of expressing his gratitude.

“Atlas, I am full.” I turn my face away from the spoon which is already in front of my mouth even before I can swallow the food.

After lazily spending our time in our bed, when my stomach growled Atlas jumped into action to feed me.

Atlas insisted feeding me by his hand, I wanted to protest but he has said if I would not allow him to feed me his beast will feel rejected. Because since I don’t need his blood, so feeding me by his hand will satisfy him that he is fulfilling his responsibility of providing me.

So, now I am sitting in his lap enjoying this delicious meal as he spoon-feeds me.

This is life.

“Just a little more.” He insists, while kissing my temple, “You need to eat more, otherwise, you will feel weak.”

Complying to his wish, I take another spoon of chicken and rice which he prepared for me.

Suddenly a thought pops up in my mind, making my eyebrows raise unintentionally.

“Atlas, do you know a really good cosmetic surgeon?” Turning in his lap I place my arm around his shoulder. “Because I don’t want to be wrinkly when you will remain this handsome and young throughout our life.” I tap his nose while lightly laughing.

“You will always stay as beautiful as you are now.” He smiles, “Your aging has been slow down the moment our bond has been formed just like my kind. The bond not only ties us together, but now you possess most of my traits. My power, my agility, my senses, my healing ability, even you can draw my strength from me if you want. You can't be turned into a vampire like me, but you own all the traits of my kind because you are my soul.”

“In short, I have become a superhuman.” I nod my head grinning, “Can you turn into a bat, Atlas? Then we both can hang upside down in our own cute haunted cave.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes, trying to sound unimpressed.

“Atlas, I want to ask you about something which I am not able to understand.” My eyes land on his mark, as I turn serious, “What does this mark means, and why there is a crown?” I drag my fingers on his mark and feel his muscles twitch under my touch.

“Rose is a part of our family crest, it represents new beginnings, hope, and of course love,” he answers, “Maybe that’s why this mark appeared and if I am not wrong even my father and mother had the rose mark. So even Theo and Felix will bear a rose mark when they will bond with their respective souls in the future. However, their marking will be different as each beast is blessed with a unique marking that defines their relationship with his soul.”

“Interesting.” I nod my head to myself.

“And this crown?” I lift my eyes to him as I point at the crown.

A secretive smile appears on his lips, as he plays with my fingers interlacing our fingers together.

“Have I ever told you about my family history?” He arches an eyebrow.

I shake my head in no as I wait for him to continue.

“My family is not an ordinary family.” There is a hidden pride in his words, pride for his lineage, “We are the direct descendants of the original vampire... the royals.”

I can’t hide my surprise as this new information is revealed to me. And something else clicks in my mind.

“It means Theo and Felix are princes?” I slowly ask.

Amusement dances in his eyes as he watches my bewildered expression, while he slowly nods his head.

“It means that this crown represents your title?” I ask stupidly, even though I have already figured that.

He again silently nods thoroughly enjoying my reaction.

“It means you are a king... like King king?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“It means-”

“It means you are this King’s Queen.” He cuts me off by placing his finger on my lips, silencing me.

No wonder King was so happy when I called him King...because he is actually a freaking King.

“So, you are not just my King.” I make a fake sad pout, teasing him. “And here I was feeling special that I have found my King.”

“No, I am only your King.” He smiles while his voice comes out deeper than usual, within a blink of an eye, his features morph as his beast comes out, “This King is only yours, My Queen.”