Her King

Regina’s POV

My eyes open when warms rays of the sun touch my skin making me slightly groan. I am not a grumpy person in the mornings, but I don’t like waking up like this.

Turning to my right, I place my hands under my cheek as I contemplate installing automated blinds in this room, just like I have one in my room back home.

I will ask Atlas then I will get them installed.

Patting the Atlas’s side of the bed I realize it is cold so it is obvious he has been up for a while. Sighing, I grab Atlas’s pillow and cover it on my face and inhale his scent.

The door to the room opens and my nose registers the smell of coffee.

Resting on my back, I stretch my arms above my head as Atlas saunters towards the bed carrying a large mug of coffee just the way I like.

A lazy smile settles on my lips when he leans down and presses his lips against mine while keeping the mug on the nightstand.

Now, this is how I prefer waking up.

“Good morning, my love.” He smiles at me when he slips beside me.

“Morning,” I mumble back while sitting up as I grab the coffee and rest my head against his shoulder.

“Careful,” He says when I take a small sip of the coffee.

I hide my smile behind the mug. He is always so caring, like even when he feeds me anything which is hot he will first blow on it to let it cool so it wouldn’t burn me.

I love this man to death.

The mark on my neck slightly itches and I notice the golden ring flickering in Atlas’s eyes, also the tips of his fangs are peeking from his upper lip. However, I also realize he is not looking at me, as he is busy playing with my fingers of my free hand, trying to hide his urge from me.

Biting my lip, I stop myself from smiling because this big scary guy is one of the most caring and affectionate people I have known. He is suppressing his needs and keeping my needs first.

My heart aches beautifully because of how much I love him. And I am not even ashamed to admit it, I am insanely in love with him.

“Atlas.” Putting the mug down, I look at him with an arched eyebrow. “You need to feed.” Pulling the collar of my shirt I expose my mark.

“No, I am okay.” He shakes his head in no and drops a kiss on my hand, “I can control it, but you need to have some food first.”

I know he will not listen to me until I will eat something because he is stubborn. So, instead of wasting the time by arguing with him, I thought that I should grab something to eat.

“Okay, then let’s have some breakfast.” Throwing the covers off me, I jump out of the bed and walks towards the door while tying my hair up in a bun.

Grabbing a bowl, I pour milk and cereal into it as I take a seat on the chair.

Picking me up, he makes me sit in his lap as he rests his chin in the crook on my neck while frowning at the choice of my breakfast.

Filling the spoon with some cereal, I bring it near his mouth. He eats it because he never denies anything which I feed him even if I accidentally feed him something which he doesn’t like. He once told me that if he denies then it will mean that he is disrespecting me as it is considered a sign of disrespect in his world to turn down the food which ones other halves offer them. So even if they take a small bite of the food, but they should.

“It is not that good, but it isn’t bad either,” he comments after swallowing, “But I don’t think it is healthy as we don’t know how it is made.”

Looking heavenward, I shake my head because he insists on eating homemade food where he knows what goes into the food. And I will not be surprised if he starts making cereal at home too if I ask him.

“Well, I am having my breakfast, why don’t you have your breakfast as well?” Slightly twisting my body, I glance at him and touch the tips of his fang with my finger.

Shaking his head, he presses his nose against the side of my neck and inhales deeply. And I know that there is no use of trying to convince him on this as no matter what he will not take my blood until he is satisfied that I am properly fed.

“You are stubborn, you know that?” I grumble as I shove down cereal without much chewing. “But still I love you.” Turning my head, holding his jaw, I plant an angry kiss on his cheek.

Yes, I do have an angry kiss. Atlas made fun of me when he found out about it, but I don’t care.

Settling his face back in the crook of my neck, he smiles against my skin but doesn’t say anything.

His finger draws lazy circles on my mark, which is driving me crazy because now all I want him to take what is his from me. I feel that not only my heart or my soul but even every drop of my blood belongs to him. Honestly, I would happily give him even the last drop of blood of mine if he needs it.

Holding the back of his head, I turn my face to the side as I bring his head down on my mark silently giving him permission.

Closing my eyes, I wait to feel the connection that I feel every time he takes my blood. I feel him kissing the mark, then his tongue swirls against my skin as my heart races in anticipation.

I hold on my breath, waiting for the pain to die when his teeth puncture my skin. Slowly, I release my breath and lean my head back against his shoulder as the pain subdues and my body hums with the warmth which is becoming my addiction.

Just like always, a whimper of protest leaves my lips when he retracts his teeth feeling dejected at the loss of the warmth which accompanies his bite.

Cupping my face gently in his hand, he captures my lips in a blissful kiss which makes me sigh in the kiss.

He keeps on holding me silently and I can feel his worry. But what he doesn’t know that he shouldn’t be worried at all, as I am already taking care of things from my end without letting him know. He is worried about those two vampires and their families because he knows the chances of getting them back safely are very slim.

However, if it comes down to that, I will make sure we will not be the only ones to lose our people.