The Gold Queen (Prequel)

***Julian***

My head feels as though it was about to implode, my fight with the Mutt of a King still replaying in my head. My wounds had healed but my pride and reputation were still bleeding.

Sofia and I were having such a great time before he came along and ruined it. But no matter, that son of a b***h would get what’s coming to him.

“Rodrigo!” I snap, tossing my luggage to a servant at the door.

Rodrigo, my beta, comes running down the hall, greeting me with a bow. I roll my eyes as I walk up the stairs to my bedroom chambers.

“Where’s Lorena?” I growl as he walks behind me.

“She’s with her sister visiting her former pack,” he replies. “She said she’ll be back-“

“I don’t care,” I cut him off. “Bring me the girls,” I sigh, rolling back my sore shoulders.

Rodrigo excuses himself before returning moments later with the harem, the girls looking down at their feet. They knew better than to look me in the eye without permission.

They wore only robes to cover their bodies, some teasing me by letting the fabric slip down their shoulders, exposing their bare breasts to me. I could smell their arousal penetrate my room but it angered me that none smell as sweet as Sofia.

They whores were all sterilized when they joined my harem, Lorena the only female I f****d capable of giving me pups. My wife wasn’t pleased with this arrangement but I didn’t f*****g care. She could hardly please me in bed, anyways .

My need was insatiable today so I knew I would need at least three to finish what Sofia started. I examine my sluts, all of them eager to show me a good time, until I come across one I had never seen before. I knew my whores head to toe but this one.. this one was exquisite. She was not someone you could easily forget.

Her hair was as black as night, running down the length of her back like silk curtains. She had a tiny waist and a nice a*s to match. Intrigued by this creature, I place a finger on her chin and force her to look up at me. My breath hitches when I see a pair of gold orbs look back at me. She has an innocent smile on her plump lips as she looks up at me.

I give her a once over, noting her glowing bronze skin that I was dying to taste. She was truly a spitting image of her…. and she was going to be mine.

“You,” I whisper, looking up at Rodrigo. “Get them out, I have my pick.”

The girls glare at my prize as they pick up their robes and shuffle out of my room quickly.

My pick stands in the middle of the room, unmoving, waiting for my instructions.

“Take off your robe and get on the bed,” I order, removing my shirt and unbuckling my pants as she hurries to comply with my demands.

“Yes master,” she replies, climbing into my bed and laying flat on her back.

Once nude, I rummage through my draws for the ring. I wanted this moment to be perfect and the ring would tie it all together. Sofia had mailed it back to me and I could not bring myself to give it to Lorena.

I climb on top of the girl, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them over her head, slowly slipping the ring on her finger. She was absolutely perfect now. I was practically salivating as I spread her legs with my knees.

“Your name is Sofia, got it?” I growl, pinching her jaw and forcing her to look at me.

“Y-yes master,” she whispers, nodding her head in agreement.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled pleasant but nothing like Sofia. It didn’t matter though, I could still feel my c**k harden in anticipation at the thought of having her.

Tonight, I will be fulfilling my greatest fantasy. From the moment I lay eyes on Sofia, I wanted her in my bed. I wanted her to scream my name, to make her body writhe in pleasure beneath me. I wanted to mark her as mine so that no other man would dare touch her. She would be mine and mine alone… She objected of course, but that only made the hunt that much more fun. The more she denied me, the greater my desire became. No other woman had ever refused me before and the more she did it, the more I craved her. She was my forbidden fruit tempting me with ungodly pleasure and I just had to have a bite.

When I walked into her bedroom, her hands in her folds as she pleasured herself, I could deny myself this pleasure no longer. She was everything I imagined her to be, absolutely perfect in her nude splendor. The way she m****d had me on the verge of cuming and the taste of her nectar was unlike any other.

I run my tongue along the substitute’s perfect skin and she shivers beneath me. Eager for more, I pepper k****s down her collarbone and make my way to one of her breasts. My tongue circles her areola and my teeth graze her tiny peaks. She lets out a m**n as I tease her buds until I feel the slick pool between her thighs. I bite down on her breast, causing her to scream. It was her punishment for enjoying this too much. I didn’t like her eagerness, I wanted her to fight … like Sofia.

“I want you to struggle against me,” I order, looking into her golden eyes. “Don’t let me have you too easily.”

She nods her head, placing her hands on my chest and pushing against me as I devour every inch of her body until I feel myself about to burst with need. I grab my d**k in my hand, stroking the seam of her juicy p***y. Slowly, I push my way through her folds, feeling her walls tighten around me and savoring the pure ecstasy of her cunt.

“f**k Sofia,” I g***n, pulling my c**k out and pushing it back in.

She whimpers in pleasure, taking my d**k like the good little b***h she was. But my fantasy wasn’t complete. I needed more.

“Master!” she m***s, digging her nails into my back. “Oh yes! Master!”

“Julian,” I growl, pinching her n****e. “I want to hear you scream my name!”

“Ah, Julian! Oh goddess, f**k,” She cries out as I pump with fervor into her.

I bury my face in the canyon of her breasts, craving to touch, k**s, lick and suck every inch of her. She struggles against me as I graze her n****e with my teeth, pulling and pinching the other with my hands until it is purple.

“Who is your King?” I grunt, gripping the side of her neck and squeezing it tightly.

She begins to gasp for air, her walls clenching down on me as she nears her release.

“WHO IS YOUR KING!” I growl, slapping her a*s as punishment.

“You,” she whimpers, clawing at my arm. “You, King Julian. My King.”

She trembles as she cums, coating my c**k in her juices. I was on the verge of exploding, pumping into her as my need crescendos. I bite down on her breast, tasting the b***d in my mouth as I break the skin and she screams.

“SOFIA!” I m**n, my chest tightening as spurts of my seed fill her to the brim.

Goddess, she was like a drug, the high sending me soaring to a place of euphoria. No one would ever take me here again.

When I’m finished, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her towards me, crashing my lips onto hers. She m***s again, greedily accepting my tongue in her mouth.

“Tell me you want me,” I command, my lips brushing up against hers with every word I spoke. “Tell me you want me and not him.”

“I want you, Julian,” She replies, her orgasmic haze still lingering in her eyes. “Just you.'”

Without a second thought, I roll her over on her knees and push myself into her again, gripping her h**s as I pumped. She yelps with every spank I give her, her bottom turning bright red for me. I lift her up in my arms and press her up against the wall, never stopping my thrusts. I have her cuming for the remainder of the night, living out my little fantasy with Sofia.

By the time I’m finished, the Doppelganger is covered in bites and bruises, a testament of my desperation for her.

Satisfied, I toss the girl her robe and sit up on the edge of the bed with my back to her.

“Get out,” I sigh, wiping my face in exhaustion.

I wait for a moment, expecting to hear her shuffle out of bed but instead hear nothing but silence.

Must I repeat myself, I g***n in annoyance.

“I said ‘Get out!'” I snap, turning to face her, hoping my anger would scare her into action.

I, however, am shocked to see the girl morph into a completely different person, a smirk hanging on her lips as I watch in horror.

Her jet black hair lightens to brown and her deep skin becomes porcelain. Her eyes of honey turn blue like the ocean waters of the gulf coast.

“Hello… master,” she whispers, her once sweet voice now sultry and seductive.

She brushes her fingers against her supple breasts, enticing me to look at her body. She was beautiful but nothing compared to Sofia. I scramble to my feet, my palms lighting up in flames.

“Who the f**k are you?” I demand, aiming my hands at her.

“Why, I’m Sofia, master,” she purrs, getting on her knees and batting her eyelashes at me.

“Don’t play games with me,” I growl, throwing a fireball at the b***h.

To my shock, the fire stops in front of her, mere inches from her face. She smirks as she sends the fire racing back towards me. I duck just in time before being roasted alive and growl at the b***h.

“Who the f**k are you!” I snarl.

“You know, everyone always asks the wrong question,” she sighs, examining her fingernails. “It matters not who I am but what I am and what I can do for you and your little obsession with the Queen.”

I eye the girl, sizing her up. She was clearly powerful and to shape shift as she had, she could only be one thing. A witch.

Get her out of our bed, my wolf Hector growls. I do not trust her!

“You’re a witch,” I snarl, ignoring my wolf.

“Oh the dumb wolf does have a brain,” she laughs.

I growl at her, making her laugh even harder. “Keep it up and I won’t help you,” She sings, grabbing the robe and draping it around her body.

I glare at her, unable to discern whether or not she was just bluffing or was actually of value to me.

“And how exactly do you plan on helping me?” I ask. “And most importantly, why would you help me?”

She shrugs her shoulders, the robe slipping off her shoulder a bit, her breasts coming into view.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” she smirks. “You want the King dead. So do I. Why not help each other achieve this goal?”

Do not trust her! Hector growls.

I wanted that mutt dead and if this little witch could help me achieve that, then so be it. I would just have to be careful and play my cards right so as not to get burned.

“And why do you want the King dead?”

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. It seems I was asking too many questions for her liking.

“He gets in the way,” she sighs. “Are we done with the questions?” She adds with a g***n.

“Not quite,” I grunt, determined to find out exactly who I was dealing with. “If I’m to get into bed with a mortal enemy-“

“You already have,” She smirks, massaging her sore n*****s and wiping the b***d from her breast.

I rush at her, pinning her down on the bed with my hand on her throat. A little m**n escapes her lips and she smiles innocently at me, morphing back into the doppelganger.

“Are we going again, master?” she grins, her arousal filling my nostrils.

“Enough of your little games,” I snap, yanking her by the hair. “Tell me exactly what you’re planning and I’ll decide if it’s worth the trouble or not.”

She leans forward, her lips grazing my own as she speaks. “Relax, my king,” she giggles, sticking out her tongue to lick the side of my cheek.

My c**k hardens as she showers k****s down my chin and throat.

“All in good time.”

—-

September 2000

The guards open the door for me, inspecting me for weapons and I enter the board room, Tais on my arm. A long table sits in the middle of the room, a group of men and women gathered around silently waiting for me.

The man at the head of the table looks up at me, his cold black eyes sending a chill down my spine. He was Osiel Cardenas, the leader of the Gulf Cartel. To his right sat the notorious Arturo Guzman, an ex-Mexican special armed forces soldier who specialized in explosives and had training from both the US Special Forces and the Israel Defense forces. If Arturo wanted you dead, you had your days numbered. Also at the table was his majesty, King Jorge Dominguez of the Luna Mayor pack as well as Antonio Bustamante, the Kingpin of the Panuco River. King Jorge looked anything but pleased to see me. I had been his enemy for years, my soldiers killing his during my time as a Sol de Oro ally.

Mr. Cardenas gestures to a seat at the far end of the table and Tais and I settle down together.

“Senior Bolivar,” Mr. Cardenas says, a cold smile on his lips. “As you well know,” he sighs. “We already have a werewolf ally to the West.” He gestures to King Jorge. “What makes you think I need you?”

“You don’t,” King Jorge snarls. “This mutt is just running with his tail between his legs because his relationship with Sol de Oro fell.”

You better shut him up, Hector sneers. Or I swear I’ll kill him!

I keep my composure despite the anger burning inside me.

“Jorge has failed to get you what you want,” I shrug, earning me a snarl from the king.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” King Jorge sneers.

“Sol de Oro’s territories,” I smirk. “Jorge here has fought against the Sol de Oro for five years and has failed miserably to bring down that family.”

“And you think you can do better?” Mr. Cardenas inquires.

I scoff at his doubt, Tais pinching me under the table to not be disrespectful.

“I was an ally of theirs for 5 years. I know how they work. How they train, their schedules, their deals. Everything.”

“So what is it you want from me then?”

“I want in,” I smile. “Help me take control of Sol de Oro and I will give you all the access you want to the best market in all of Tamaulipas; Tampico. Tourists, beaches, hotels, clubs, all of which are currently under the control of Sol de Oro and its packs.”

Mr. Cardenas seems intrigued but glances at his associates for their thoughts. Some look interested, others don’t.

“Your kingdom is smaller than Luna Mayor and Sol de Oro, not to mention the powerful silver wolves they have,” He asks. “How exactly do you plan on attacking their Kingdom?”

“You give me access to your Zetas and I will have that kingdom under my command soon enough.”

King Jorge jumps from his seat. “Look at this i***t!” he snarls. “He doesn’t even have a plan!” he laughs as turns to Mr. Cardenas. “He has nothing to support his value. No land, no soldiers. He’s worthless in this business!”

I feel Tais’s hand on my knee, something cold and metallic in her grip. I grasp the gun, my index finger settling on the trigger. In a split second, I’m on my feet, aiming the gun at the King. The silver bullet flies through the air, hitting its target at the back of his skull and exploding on the other side of his face.

The men and women are on their feet as the body hits the floor. Several guns are soon aimed at me, but I remain calm and composed.

“Looks like I just acquired 1,500 soldiers and the Luna Mayor lands,” I shrug, handing the gun to Tais. “So, Senor Cardenas… Am I still worthless to you?”