Queen, Alpha, Mate

Chapter 12

Diana POV

I cling to Joshua as he walks us into the bathroom and towards the shower. Not even when turning on the shower do I take my lips off his. He puts me down on the tiles as his hands snake under my shirt and caress my skin. He unclamps my bra and takes my top off. He then gets down on his knees and takes off my leggings and underwear, exposing my body. I stand confidently before him. I'm proud of the way I look, my soft curves in all the right places. His touch sets me on fire and I let out an involuntary moan.

Joshua groans and wraps his arms around me. Now it's my turn to bring my hands under his shirt and lift it over his head. The skin on skin contact alone is almost enough to send me over the edge and I relish in it. My love moves his hands down to his pants and takes them off, as well as his own underwear. I look down and like what I see. Jumping back into his arms, he carries me into the shower, littering me with kisses, nipping on my intimate parts, devouring me, utterly devouring me down there until there's nothing left of me beside a shivering bundle of pleasure.

As the water washes the dirt off us, I grab some shampoo and begin to wash his hair. He groans at the sensation of my hands in his hair and I feel him growing beneath me. When I'm done making his hair smell like argan oil and coconut, I take my almond soap and rub it all over his body, not missing a single spot. When I reach his sensitive place, I pay extra attention to cleaning it, of course and his face contorts with pleasure at my touch. Once I'm done washing him, it's my turn to be thoroughly cleaned. He gently massages my scalp with the shampoo and conditioner and rubs my body, but especially my sore back and shoulders with the soap.

When we're both thoroughly cleaned and groomed (believe me, I checked), we get out of the shower and into our towels. While drying ourselves, Joshua keeps nipping at my nose and at my neck. "I want to mark you", he grumbles.

"Patience, my love, we'll have to have the mating ceremony first."

"To hell with ceremonies, you're too delicious not to bite" He says, littering my body with tiny little love bites.

I giggle as he scrapes his teeth over the spot where he will mark me later on. He retracts them though. Kysandra warns me though. 'Don't let him mark you before our first shift. It could kill me.'

At that remark I shoot upright and move my neck away from Joshua.

"What's wrong, baby?" He says.

"Don't bite me yet, Kysandra says it might kill her if you mark me right now."

"Oof." He replies, "Yes, that'll sober a man up from being love drunk really quickly. How do you mean it might kill her?"

"I don't know, she just said that if you mark me before our first shift, it might kill her."

"Okay, baby. We'll wait. I've waited 24 years for you, I can wait a little bit longer. There's plenty of other things I can do to you right now." He says with a sly grin. He pushes me down softly on the bed and moves on top of me. Starting from my face, he places little kisses all over me, going down my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my belly and down down down until I am completely molten. I moan his name as I feel my skin heating up. I feel him smiling into my skin as he moves back up with his face towards mine and kisses me deeply. As he does so, he positions himself in between my legs.

"Can I?" He asks "It might hurt a little bit."

"Yes" I breath as he moves into me, slowly so I can adjust. The pain is intense, but brief and quickly replaced with pleasure. I moan his name and so we continue.

We spend the night exploring each other, making love and talking. Come morning, we wake up entangled and not exactly sure where the pleasure ended and the dreams began.

As wel lay in bed, cuddling, I hear a knock at the door.

"Just a minute!", I call out as I grab a shirt and some pants, so I don't have to walk out of my room naked. I toss a hoodie and some jeans towards Joshua, who quickly puts them on and I open a window to get the smell out of the room. Though I like it, others may describe it as 'It smells like a brothel'.

Still relishing in the feelings from last night, I open the door to find my father's beta standing there.

"Princess", he says, "You're needed in the throne room. Something about the daughter of the DeCie family".

Ugh, Rebecca? Again? What's the matter this time?!

"Sure," I reply, "I'll be right downstairs".

I walk back over to the bed and kiss my mate deeply, not wanting to go downstairs to face the real world. I guess I have to, though. With a sigh, I drag myself out of my bedroom, down the stairs and to the throne room. I can hear the screaming long before I enter the room.