You Rejected Me. Remember?

Astrea

I lay on the bed, my mind quite not on my surroundings. My intuitions were disturbing. If Natasha was indeed Calvin’s ally, that might mean that she might have been causing a lot of damage without our knowledge. And who was the one who helped her escape when she was locked up? Were there any more renegades in the kingdom? Or worse, were they working close to us?

“If so, first, we would have to remove the traitors before taking our next step,” Ash’s substantial statement interrupted my train of thoughts.

I agreed with her. She was right. Our first step should be to find out who let Natasha out of the cell she was put in. I have heard that she wasn’t confined in the dungeon. The warriors locked her up in a special compartment adjacent to their quarters. That was the place suspects were held captive during the investigation before they were sentenced.

The enchanting scent of my mate interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the bathroom Leo just walked out of. He wasn’t dressed. Only a towel covered the lower half of his body. My breathing hitched, as my mind suddenly focused on him. He looked so fresh… and yummy…

Several weeks had passed since Arnold’s demise, and although there had been times we cuddled together, we hadn’t really gotten close like a couple would. His death had shaken us all but now, my appetite for my mate had started to simmer. His abs and toned body were making my mouth water. I yearned to trace my fingers on his well defined body and run them through his soft hair. Perhaps tasting him is also a good idea.

He didn’t seem to be aware that I was staring at him intently. He heaved a deep breath and ruffled his wet hair, tiny droplets of water splattering everywhere. My gaze travelled from his firm chest muscles and his toned abdomen towards his v line that was covered using his towel.

I felt my senses awaken. My emotions started to go haywire and my core tingled with desire.

“Mmmm…”

Ash’s seductive m**n fueled my need. My lips parted as the palpitations my heart rose. He walked towards the mirror without glancing in my direction.

“You know, he would taste so fresh right now. So fresh and good…” Ash m****d. “Imagine how good he would feel. It has been so long.”

I bit my lower l*p, attempting to hold back my g****s. The tingling sensation intensified when Ash started to give me ideas.

Lick his abs, k**s him, taste him everywhere…

Ash continued to push me until I felt some moisture in between my legs.

Wait… did I just…

Suddenly Leo snapped his head at me, his eyes darkened with l**t.

“Mate!”

His growl made me gasp and Ash purr in delight. The next thing I knew was that Leo was lying on top of me, trapping me under his weight, pinning my arms over my head. He seized my lips in a hungry k**s to which I responded with similar energy. My legs wrapped around his waist and he started to grind against my core.

I was still clothed and his towel was still tied to his waist. Yet, the movement was adding fuel to my fire. I m****d against his lips. He didn’t stop. Without breaking the k**s, he started to massage my breast with one hand, pinching my nípples over the thin fabric of my shirt, making me gasp.

His scent, his movements and his gaze was pulling me into a trance.

He broke the k**s. Both of us were gasping for breath as he rested his forehead on mine, our lips barely touching.

“I smelt your arousal. It has been so long. I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” his husky whisper made me shudder as I lay underneath him.

“Then don’t,” I whispered back.

Within a few seconds the clothes that covered my body and his towel were lying on the floor. The feeling of his bare skin on mine was mind blowing. Sparks of our bond exploded as I let him explore every inch of my body.

“So perfect,” he mumbled as he fondled my twins, using his hands and mouth. Each time he flicked his tongue over my n*****s, waves of pleasure coursed through my frame.

“Leo,” arching my back in pleasure, I m****d.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he let his hands and tongue do the talking. He peppered soft k****s down my abdomen until he reached my core.

“Let’s see what my honeypot tastes like,” he muttered.

“What?” I frowned.

Our gazes met. He smirked as he slowly lowered his head between my legs. Eager to see what he was going to do, I propped myself on my elbows. Without breaking eye contact, he kissed my inner thighs and ran his tongue over my skin.

I hissed.

“Look at me,” he commanded when my eyes closed.

Panting, I opened my eyes. His lustful gaze made the palpitations of my heart increase. The movements of his tongue made me crave for more.

Finally, he started to taste me down there.

“s**t! Leo!” I cussed as he flicked his tongue on my folds.

The passion was too much for me. He held my legs, forbidding me from closing them while he devoured what was in between my legs.

“Where… the…f**k did you … learn…”

I was drowning in the sea of l**t and desire. I could barely form coherent words with my emotions going crazy.

I screamed, not caring about who might hear me. I had reached my climax.

“Was that good?”

He snickered as he lay beside me.

Gasping, and squirming, I nodded. “Leo… where… how?”

He chuckled.

“Have you ever heard about the wonders of the internet?”

I blinked. “What?”

Did this mean that he had been watching p**n? Confused, I stared at him, searching for answers. He laughed at my confusion.

“That and some research,” he winked.

I sighed. Research. I smirked when I remembered my conversation with Elena and Sarah earlier. Looking for tips on the internet hadn’t crossed my mind, but my friends had explained a thing or two to me. Perhaps that could be counted as research.

I glanced at his shaft that was literally begging for me to tough it. My lips stretched into a lopsided smile as I reached out for it. But he held my hand, grinning mischievously.

I cócked a brow at him, wondering if he didn’t want me to do the same for him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You didn’t tell me that you needed me. So you can’t touch, yet,” he mumbled.

My lips parted. What in the world…

He laughed, seemingly amused at my reaction.

“f**k you,” determined, I pushed him onto the mattress as I stradled him. My wet core rubbed against his shaft as I grinded on top of him. He stopped laughing. His eyes once again darkened with l**t. His mouth opened, and short gasps escaped his lips.

“Damn it. You feel so good.”

I smirked. I was just rubbing my wetness against his arousal yet it made him feel good.

He g*****d. “I need to be inside of you.”

My smirk widened.

“Well, well. You have been a bad boy so no,” chuckling, I stood up to walk towards the dresser and opened the drawer. The little tin foil Sarah gave me a few days back was lying right there. I took it and waited. I knew he would follow me.

As expected he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

“You can’t do that,” he said as he plunged his finger into my core, making me m**n. “I need you and obviously you also need me.

“Y… yes…” I managed to stutter. “But first.”

I showed him the packet which he hastily tore off using his teeth.

As soon as he was done wearing it, he picked me up, claiming lips and plunging into me in one go. Our support was the wall as he pumped into me like there was no tomorrow.

Unlike the first time, this time was just pure bliss. He hit the right spots at the same time, making me reach my c****x. Waves of pleasure quaked every inch of my body.

I love him. I love him with every beat of my heart.

“Mark him,” Ash g*****d.

My eyes flung open as I eyed his marking spot. My grip on his shoulders tightened as my canines elongated.

A growl escaped my throat as I plunged my canines into his marking spot. He hissed, and then g*****d. I took my time to ensure that our bond was solidified before licking the raw mark clean.

He slowly placed me on my feet, yet my legs were more like jello. So I held onto him while he removed the rubber and discarded it.

We ended up spending the next few hours mating in the shower and in our room. When we were finally satisfied, we lay on the bed, attempting to relieve our exhaustion.

I traced his chest muscles as I rested on his arm and my thoughts once again drifted towards Natasha.

“What are you thinking about?” Leo asked, placing a soft k**s on my hair.

Sighing, ” Natasha,” I told him abruptly.

“She was kept in confinement. She wouldn’t have been able to escape if someone didn’t help. I mean, the cell was adjacent to the warrior’s quarters…”

“That compartment…” Leo mumbled. “Only warriors have access to that place.”

“Exactly. This doesn’t look good. I wonder if they have CCTV camera footage that we could check,” I voiced my thoughts.

He nodded his head in agreement. “I think we can find something. We should meet the Queen.”

After resting for a while we dressed up and went to see her Majesties. Since our parents left as they had to go back to the pack, the royal couple also returned to their work. However, we were able to meet them in the Queen’s office.

“We were wondering if there was CCTV footage we could check. Perhaps we could glimpse someone who tried to help her escape,” I told them.

They exchanged glances and sighed heavily.

“That was the first thing that crossed our minds when Natasha escaped. We checked the footage. But to our surprise, the camera was turned off the night she escaped. Everything was recorded perfectly well until six o’clock that evening. Since then, it was turned off until we noticed it. That night she escaped,” Sir Elliot explained.

My forehead creased. “Then who was on duty at that time?”

Sighing, “Xander,” Sir Elliot said.

The creases on my forehead deepened as my eyes widened in shock. Xander being the crown prince, didn’t have to fulfill such duties. However, he wanted to, hence his parents appointed some responsibilities to him.

Xander would never betray his own parents, but how could we explain the camera being turned off?

“But… ” I ran my tongue over my lips. “He… could it be that there was a fault in the system?”

Shaking his head, “no, it was just turned off,” Sir Elliot said.

“We did question him. He was a hundred percent sure that he didn’t turn it off and no one else went to the security room that night.”

The Queen’s statement added more questions to the situation than answers. If he was so certain that no one came to the security room and that he didn’t turn it off, then what had happened that night?

“Finger prints?” Leo asked hopefully. However, when they shook their heads I knew that it was just another dead end.

“Nothing. There wasn’t even a whiff of a foreign scent. Remember when Allan was poisoned? We couldn’t find even a trace of an intruder, but indeed, someone had entered his room that night,” Sir Elliot reminded us.

My eyes widened. He was right. How could have I forgotten about that?

Sighing, “we are still investigating, but everything leads us to dead ends. Nothing makes sense,” the Queen told us.

I stared at them, my heart racing. All I could think of was just one thing.

Could it all be masked by magic?