Forbidden Mate

Chapter 17

After leaving Alaric at the hotel and heading back into Paris to the hotel we left Oscar at I have a new spring in my step. Its going to kill me not being able to be with him all the time now. I already feel like part of me is missing. Once back in the suit I head to my room and start to pack my bags 

"Knock knock" Oscar says whilst knocking on my door. " How was your day yesterday?" 

"Uh yes it was good, what about yours?" 

"Well I hit up a few clubs and had a good time. Don't really want to go back home if I'm honest" he shrugs. 

"Well I'm sure you will get to come back again, have you packed? I'm done" 

"Nope not yet, Alarics not back yet so his isn't either" 

"Right get started on yours and I will start on Alaric's I don't fancy being late for our flight even if it is off the private air strip" I turn on my heels and head straight to Alaric's room. There isn't much to pack as he hadn't exactly unpacked to begin with. 

My eyes snap to the door as his scent invades the suite. I can't contain the smile on my face. As he appears at the door I fight every urge to jump into his arms. 

"Princess what are you doing?"  He raises his eyebrows. 

"Just packing so we don't miss our flight back home" 

"Eager to get home are you" I can't quite read what he means by that. 

"Not at all, you know I hate lateness" which he knows is true. 

"Well thank you" he winks. Damn the moisture spreads between my legs I know he can smell my arousal as his eyes darken and his whole body tenses. I ran past him, grabbed my stuff and jumped into the lift. Damn this could make our flight home awkward. 

Thankfully Oscar managed to distract me and soon caused all arousal to leave me. As much as I hate the tool he shaw came in handy right now. The flight back was rather uneventful other than Alaric undressing me with his eyes the entire time. Which did make me squirm in my seat a little but Oscar would soon open his mouth and put a dampener on my mood. 

As we collected our luggage I went outside to find the royal car but it wasn't there. I let out a frustrated groan and huff. 

"Princess you are riding with me. I have a meeting with your father" Alaric gestures towards his personal car as the valet hands the keys over to him.  

I roll my eyes and climb in. Well this could be interesting. He pulls out and starts the drive to the Palace.

"Mon amour I need you" he breaths out in a low husky tone. "I don't know how long I can go without you" 

"I know I feel the same" I whisper playing with my fingers " I mean,  just the thought of not seeing you all the time is killing me" 

" mon amour" he places his finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. " Listen to me, I will do everything I can so we can be together. We will do this together" he assures me. "Even if I have to give up my seat on the throne" 

"I can't ask you to do that for me" 

"You didn't ask and I'm telling" he corrects me. 

Just hearing him say that starts a heat spreading across my body. Out of the corner of my eye I see him tense. Just seeing that causes me to become more aroused. "Mon amour you are killing me here your arousal is intoxicating" he says through gritted teeth as we start the drive up the Palace driveway. It's nice to be home but the thought of not feeling Alaric next to me, not have his hands on me, feel his …   wow wow wow. Let's stop these thoughts. I'm already aroused enough. 

As soon as Alaric stops the car I run out of the car and straight to my room. I need space and a cold shower. I hear my mother call after me but I can't let them catch the scent of me. 

As I hit the top set I hear Alarix say something about me needing the bathroom. Damn he's good. 

I jump into the shower and put it on cold. Only downside is I can't turn this feeling off. I lower my hand to my core and gently touch my sensitive bud. Damn it feels good. I let the thoughts of Alaric consume me as I deal with myself. Once I find my release I wash up making sure I wash my hair as well. 

As I walk back out my mother is sitting at my dresser with a hairbrush. Oh god she does this whenever she wants to probe into my personal life.  

"Come sit. Let's talk" she coos. 

"Really mum?" 

"Oh yes. So did you find your mate in the french Prince?" 

"Oh god no. He is a moron" 

"Aria!" She scolds. 

"No seriously moron is actually too polite to describe him" she just looks at my brows furrowed. "Ugh, fine you want to know how bad he is don't you?" She gives me a stiff nod. "Okay but you won't like what I have to say" I warn. 

"He's rude, obnoxious, thinks he is better than everyone. Told me I was good for a one time thing and then when king Alaric showed up called me his blood cow" I take a quick pause and my mother is stunned "then I went all crazy and would have killed him had king Alaric not stopped me. You should have seen his face when he realised who I was. So then 8 told his father about the incident at the reception before the meeting. Let's just say he was not a happy chappy" 

"Well he really does sound like a moron" my mother agrees as she brushes through my hair.