Southern Reign

Chapter 3: If It Isn’t Love

King John

I stood on the opposite side of the room, watching my mate take in the decor. She was a little feisty and I liked that a lot. It was entertaining. I had changed out of my slacks and into a pair of basketball shorts. She cleared her throat and asked again,

“Who are you? You have 3 seconds.”

I turned to look at her. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. She was so beautiful.

“If you wanted to leave, you would have teleported by now. After all, you are a witch.” I winked. She just glared at me and sighed. When she stood, I noted that she was barefoot and had pretty feet. Another plus.

“Let’s try this. I’m Bree. And you are?”

I smiled. “Bree. I like that.”

I could tell she was a little aroused. I could smell her. It made me want to take her right then and there. She was staring at me; patiently waiting for me to respond.

“I’m John. King John of the South.” I watched her furrow her brows in confusion before her eyes widened and she shook her head. She blinked a few times and then sat back down on the bed.

“No.” was all she said.

I chuckled. “I’m afraid so.”

“Oh my …” She stood again and stared at me, obviously speechless.

“John … I mean, King … I- oh no. I’m sorry. I mean, I didn’t-“

“It’s OK.” I cut her off. She seemed nervous and I thought it was sweet how she went from feisty to flustered so quickly.

“Just pretend I’m not a king.” I gave her another wink.

“But you are!”

I moved toward the bed and she quickly stood.

“I have to go! I’m sorry.” She started to leave, but I lightly grabbed her arm.

“Please stay.” I could smell her arousal growing. She nodded. I lifted her and placed her back onto the bed. Her soft skin and sweet scent made my erection grow.

“Bree.” I whispered against her neck and kissed her lightly. She let out a breathy moan.

My mate was irresistible. I needed her desperately.

I lowered my hand to the anticipation between her thighs and gently moved my fingers along her c******s before diving into her wetness. She gasped when my middle finger entered her. She moaned as it was joined by my index finger. Her eyes were closed and her love face was making me hot. I leaned in and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She kissed me back, moaning against my lips as I continued to finger f**k her tight, moist v****a. I suddenly broke the kiss and slowly kissed her down her body until my lips met the sweet nectar that was beginning to drip onto the bedsheets. She moaned again. I paused. She guided my head down in between her legs and begged me to keep going.

“I want you.”

That was all I needed to hear. I buried my tongue deep into her core. Her body's reaction to the pleasure was marvelous.

“Oh, f**k! Uhh!” She moaned loudly, lightly pulling my hair as I ate her pretty p***y.

I licked her down until she began to come.

“John! That feels so good! Uh!” Her voice was motivational. The love sounds made me want her more.

I kept going.

“Oh, f**k! Yes, right there! I’m coming!”

She came hard and before I knew it, she was creaming all over the sheets.

“John!” I could feel her body shaking. I gripped her thighs, wanting to taste every last drop of this woman. I gave her p***y a light kiss after I was satisfied with making her scream my name. Afterward, I stood up straight and dropped my shorts. She gasped when she saw my erect d**k.

“I-“

“Shhh.” I bit my lip and smirked at the expression on her face.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

She nodded. I placed my hand around her neck, careful not to press too hard as I established my dominance. I could see her becoming more aroused by the minute. I teased her with just the tip and gradually gave her inch by inch. Her face had passion written on it. I knew she had to feel everything that I felt. Finally, I pushed myself deep inside of her. She dug her nails into my arms and moaned loudly. There was a knock at the door. I ignored it. My mate looked at me with her eyebrows raised.

“Should we get the door?” She was still trying to catch her breath.

“No. It can wait.”

I began to stroke her deep and slowly. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I wasn’t the type of Lycan who slept around. Even as a bachelor, I preferred more meaningful relationships. I had only dated two women; the first was a Lycan girl I attended school with. We were inseparable. She was sure we would be mates. When she found her true mate, she wanted to reject him to be with me. I talked her out of it because I knew once I found my mate, I planned to be with her. The second I had recently broken up with. She hadn’t found her mate either. Over the past few months, she had hinted at wanting to settle down and have a pup. That wasn’t how I imagined my life. She still hasn’t gotten over being dumped and was very angry. But I can’t dwell on that type of thing. I was honest about wanting to be with my intended mate. That was always understood, or so I thought. I tried to keep a healthy distance between us to avoid her catching feelings, but she still fell. Of course, I felt bad. However, I was honest with her from the very beginning.

I was grateful I held out. My mate was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t get over that. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t pair me with someone if she didn’t think they would be the best for me. That is why I was instantly ready to accept Bree, my witch mate. She was the one. And it had to be for good reason.

“How does it feel?” I growled.

“It feels so good! Don’t stop. Please.” She moaned. Her voice was like music.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Bree.” She inhaled deeply and smiled as I stroked her until her body started to convulse.

“I’m coming!” I could feel her walls tighten around my d**k. She grabbed onto the sheets and arched her back slightly against the bed. I let out a growl as my seed filled her. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. I was lying atop the most beautiful woman in the world when she sighed and said out loud,

“I love you.”