Fated Love: A Royal Connection

Chapter 5

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Gregory and Gwendolyn stared at each other. Gwendolyn trembled as the strong scent of leather and vanilla filled her senses, making her mouth water.

She felt the irresistible pull as she stared up at Gregory, her wolf dancing happily around her mind.

Mate! Mate! Mate!

Gregory’s hands seemed to move of their own accord, resting on Gwendolyn’s hips and pulling her close to him. His huge hands grasped at her hips. He leaned in close, suddenly burying his head in her hair and inhaling deeply, animalistically.

“f**k!” he moaned gutturally. “My mate.”

Gwendolyn wound her arms around him, leaning up as her lips already begged for his. He met her mouth, kissing her. It was obvious to her that he was holding back, trying to be gentle with her. Gwendolyn growled, insatiable for his taste. She kissed him savagely, willing him to match her energy.

Soon, his hands slid possessively onto her bottom, and he allowed the kiss to deepen. His tongue twisted with hers, and the taste of heat and whiskey filled her mouth. She hooked her legs around his waist, her body craving the hardness that strained against his trousers and pressed up against her.

He groaned into her mouth, the sound of it vibrating in her throat. Gently, he eased her legs down from around him, panting slightly as he lightened their kiss. She whimpered, her wolf aching to be as close to his as possible.

“Let’s get you to bed, Princess.” he breathed. “Soon, I promise, I’ll claim you. In every possible way. But I want to take my time with it. With you.” He kissed her gently.

Gwendolyn nodded, pouting slightly. She hated waiting. Normally, if she wanted something, she got it. Instantly.

Gregory chuckled at the expression on her face, resting his forehead on hers. The thought of him leaving was too much for her to bear.

“Will you stay with me?” she asked shyly. “Please?”

“As you wish, Princess.” He kissed her once more, deeply, before opening the door behind her and gently nudging her inside.

He kissed her deeply once more before gently pushing her away.

“Get ready for bed now, darlin’. I’ll be right here.”

As Gwendolyn changed into her nightdress, she didn’t dare to look at him. She worried about the disappointment she might see in his eyes. She wasn’t slender, by any means. She was plump, and her frame wasn’t exactly delicate. Her shoulders were a little broader than the women in court, and her legs were thick and strong. Hamish often joked that she was built like a farmhand.

However, when she turned back to him once she was dressed, he was watching her raptly, sitting in a chair by her bed. He held his arms out, and she nervously approached him.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her so that she was straddling his lap, kissing her fiercely.

“You are so f*****g perfect.” He said hoarsely, his hands sliding up her dress to rest on her bottom. She felt his bulge pressing against her, and longed to feel it inside her.

As they kissed, she found herself grinding against him.

Gregory broke the kiss with a ragged breath, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Goddess, Gwendolyn… I can’t stop wanting you.” His voice was low, nearly a growl, his hands gripping her hips as though to anchor himself.

Her wolf purred, urging her to move, to take, to claim. She ground against him again, desperate, and his jaw tightened.

“Easy,” he rasped. “Your first shift comes at dawn. You’ll need every ounce of strength you have. And if I don’t stop now…” His eyes blazed, dark and wild. “I won’t be able to.”

She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

He kissed her again, hard, biting her lower lip before pulling back just enough to whisper against her mouth, “And maybe I want our first time to be more than stolen breaths before the world comes crashing in.”

Her wolf howled in protest, but she knew he was right. She let her forehead fall against his chest, breathing in the rich scent of leather, smoke, and him. Gregory held her there, one broad hand stroking slowly down her back.

“Sleep now, Princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I’ll be right here when you wake. When the sun rises, we’ll face it together.”

And for the first time since she’d learned of mates, Gwendolyn felt her fear ease. Her wolf whispered one final word before sleep claimed her: Ours.