Blood Of Two Kingdoms

Chapter Eight- Mated

The celebration lasted long into the early morning hours. For the first time since arriving in Blackwood, Becs saw genuine hope on the faces of the wolves and vampires gathered together. The Southern territory pledged their support, and the vampire covens had answered Seraphina’s call. This time, the Rogue King would face one kingdom, but a united front.

As music drifted through the fortress halls, Becs stood on a balcony overlooking the main hall below. The cool night air brushed against her skin, strong arms wrapped around her waist. Killian, she smiled immediately. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder.

“You should be celebrating.”

Becs laughed softly

“I was.”

His arms tightened slightly

“Out there?”

She turned in his embrace

“No.”

Silver eyes met hers. The same eyes that had come to her aid bleeding and broken in the forest, and the same eyes that never looked at her with pity. Only love, devotion and certainty. Their bond pulsed, steady and strong. Home. For a long moment they simply looked at one another. No words, expectations, no pressure. Just two people who had survived impossible things, two people who had found each other.

Killian lifted a hand to her cheek, gentle and careful. As though she were something precious.

“You changed my life,” he whispered.

Emotion tightened her throat.

“So did you.”

His forehead rested against hers, a small smile appeared as Becs kissed him. Not because fate demanded it, not because of the mate bond, but because she wanted to. The kiss deepened slowly, tender, patient and full of affection. Months of longing and growing trust settled between them, for the first time since arriving in Blackwood, Becs allowed herself to imagine her future.

Killian took Becs’s hand and led her back to their suite, Becs was ready. She knew Killian would take care of her and she knew it was time to take this next step.

The suite was quiet except for the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Killian shut the door, he picked Becs up and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down and covered her body with his.

The vulnerability in her eyes made his chest tighten. They’d been mates for week now– the bond humming between them like a living thing– but they hadn’t taken this final step. Hadn’t sealed what fate had already decided.

“I’m scared,” she whispered

He wasn’t sure if she was talking about the coming war or this moment between them.

“I know.”

He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones.

“But I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

When their lips met, it was different from every other kiss they’d shared. This one held promise. Permanence. Shadow surged beneath his skin, recognizing his mate, demanding completion of their bond.

Becs melted beneath him, her fingers curling into his shirt. She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

“I want this, I want to be completely yours. I’m ready”

“You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you on the forest floor.” Killian growled

But he understood what she meant. The mating bond was sacred, unbreakable. Once they marked each other, their souls would be intertwined forever. He kissed her again, deeper this time.

“We can wait,” he said.

Though it would cost him, his wolf was clawing at his control. Desperate to claim their mate.

“No”

Her voice firm, despite the nervousness he could scent on her.

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said hovering over her. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will.” She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for another kiss, “I trust you”

Those three words undid him. He kissed her like he was drowning and she was air, his hands roaming her body, learning every curve. When he pulled back to remove her shirt, she helped him, lifting her arms. The firelight painted her skin gold, and Killian had never seen anything more beautiful.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing kisses along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. She gasped when his mouth closed over one n***le through the lace of her bra, her back arching off the bed.

He took his time, worshiping every inch of exposed skin, building her pleasure slowly. When he finally unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, she didn’t try to cover herself instead, she watched him with dark, hungry eyes that made his c**k throb.

“Killian,” she breathed as his mouth found her breast again, this time without the barrier of fabric. He sucked and licked, his hand kneading her other breast, until she was writhing beneath him.

His wolf was howling now, demanding he;

Claim her

Mark her

Make her theirs in every way possible. But Killian forced himself to go slow. This was her first time, and he would make it good for her if it killed him.

He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. She giggled, the sound turning into a moan when he reached the waistband of her pants. He looked up at her, asking silent permission, and she nodded.

Killian unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely bare before him. The scent of her arousal hit him like a physical blow, and he groaned.

“You smell incredible,” he said, spreading her thighs. “Like honey and rain. Completely mine.”

Before she could respond, he lowered his mouth to her p***y, dragging his tongue through her folds. SHe cried out, her hands flying to his hair. He licked and sucked, learning what made her gasp, what made her hips buck against his face. When he found her c**t and circled it with his tongue, she nearly came off the bed.

“Oh god, Killian, that’s –I can’t –”

He slid one finger inside her, feeling how tight she was, how wet. His c**k was painfully hard, straining against his pants, but he ignored it. This was about her. About making her ready for him, He added a second finger, pumping slowly while his tongue worked her c**t. She was panting now, her thighs trembling around his head. He could feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Let go,” he commanded against her sensitive skin. “Come for me, Becs.”

She shattered with a cry, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. Killian worked her through it, gentling his touch as she came down from her high. When he crawled back on top of her, she pulled him into a fierce kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “That was…” She trailed off, unable to find words.

“Just the beginning,” he promised. She reached between them, palming his erection through his pants. “Your turn.”

He ground, his hips jerking into her touch. “Becs–”

“I want to see you,” she said, already working his belt buckle. “All of you.” He helped her, stripping off his remaining clothes until he was as naked as she was. Her eyes widened when she saw his c**k, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.

“Will it… Will you fit?” she asked, a hint of nervousness creeping back into her voice.

“You’ll stretch, I’ll go slow, I promise.” He settled between her thighs, his c**k pressing against her entrance. The head slipped through her wetness, and they both groaned at the contact. His wolf was going insane, demanding he thrust forward and claim what was his, but Killian held himself in check.

“Ready?” he asked, searching her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Make me yours, Killian”

He pushed forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of pain. She was so tight, her body resisting the intrusion, but she was wet enough that he slid in inch by inch. When he felt the barrier of her virginity, he pushed.

“This part is going to hurt.” He warned.

“Okay.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Just do it.” He thrust forward in one smooth motion, breaking through her barrier and seating himself fully inside her. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. “Breathe,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her face, her neck, anywhere he could reach. “Just breathe, baby”

Gradually he felt her relax around him, the pain fading from her expression. She shifted her hips experimentally, and they both moaned at the sensation. “Okay.” She said. “You can move.” Killian pulled back slowly and thrust forward again, setting a gentle rhythm. It felt incredible– she felt incredible – hot and tight and perfect around him. His wolf was howling in triumph, recognizing that they were finally claiming their mate.

“More,” Becs gasped, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. “Killian, I need more.” He gave her what she wanted, increasing his pace, driving deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps. Killian could feel his control slipping, Shadow rising to the surface.

“Becs,” he growled, his voice rougher now, more animal than man. “The marking– it’s going to happen soon. When we both come, the bond will complete.”

She couldn’t form words to respond so she just nodded. Her eyes were flashing between gold and crimson, “I want it, I want your mark.” He shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She was close again, he could feel it in the way her p***y clenched around him, in the desperate sounds she was making.

“Touch yourself.” he commanded. “Make yourself come on my c**k.” She obeyed, her hand sliding between their dobies to find her c**t. The sight of her touching herself while he f***ed her nearly sent him over the edge.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “So f***ing beautiful. My mate. Mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her fingers moving faster. “Killian, I’m going to– oh god–”

She came with a scream, her whole body going rigid as pleasure tore through her. Her p***y clamped down on him like a vice, and Killian couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust deep one last time and came with a roar, spilling his seed inside her. As their orgasms peaked, Killian felt a burning sensation on his left arm. He looked down and watched in awe as silver markings began to appear on his skin, starting at his wrist and winding up his forearm like delicate vines. They glowed with an otherworldly light.

Beautiful and permanent.

Becs gasped, and he saw the same markings appearing on her left arm, a perfect mirror of his own. The vines twisted and curled, intricate and unique, marking them as mated for all to see. The bond snapped into place fully, and suddenly Killian could feel everything she felt– the lingering pleasure, the slight soreness, the overwhelming love and contentment. It was intoxicating, this connection between them.

“We’re mated,” Becs whispered, tears streaming down her face as she stared at the silver vines on her arm. “Really truly mated.”

“Forever,” Killian agreed, kissing her tenderly. He was still inside her, neither of them wanting to break the connection yet. “No matter what happens, no matter what we face, we’re bound together. Nothing can change that.”

She touched his arm, tracing the silver markings with her fingertips. They were warm beneath her touch, pulsing with the magic of their bond. “They’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he corrected, brushing her hair back from her face. “How do you feel?”

“Sore,” she admitted with a small laugh. “But happy. Complete. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”

“Me too.” He carefully pulled out of her, both of them wincing at the loss of connection. He could see blood mixed with his seed on her thighs. His wolf preened with possessive satisfaction. He grabbed a cloth from the bathroom, wet it and gently cleaned her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh when she hissed at the sensitivity. “I’ve got you,” he murmured.

When he was done, he pulled her into his arms, tucking her against his chest. She fit perfectly there, like she was made for him. Because she was. Fate had chosen them for each other, and now they bore the marks to prove it. Becs traced the silver vines on his arm again, marveling at how they seemed to shimmer in the firelight. “Do you think they’ll always glow like this?”

“I don’t know,” Killian admitted. “But I hope so. I want everyone to see that you’re mine.”

“Possessive alpha,” she teased, but there was no heat in it. She understood the instinct, felt it herself now that they were fully bonded. They lay in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other, feeling the new depth of their connection. Killian could sense her emotions through the bond– contentment, love, and lingering nervousness about the unknown.

“We are going to survive this, and everything else that comes our way.” he said firmly

“Promise me,” Becs whispered, her voice small. “Promise me you’ll always come back to me.”

“I promise,” he said, even though they both knew it was a promise he might not be able to keep. “And you promise me the same”

“I promise.” He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent– now mixed with his own, marking her as his mate in yet another way. “Get some rest. We have a long day ahead.”