The morning dawned with a hushed, gentle light filtering through the heavy drapes of the royal chamber, casting the room in shades of soft gold and grey. Amelia woke slowly, stirring not because of an alarm, but because of the deep, satisfying warmth surrounding her.
She was nestled against a wall of hard, muscled flesh. Kian’s body was spooned tightly around hers, his heavy arm draped possessively over her waist, anchoring her to him. The scent of him—woodsmoke, mountain air, and the rich musk of their mating—was intoxicating, the most comforting aroma she had ever known. Amelia admired the handsomeness of Kian.
Kian was the first to open his eyes, his gaze dropping immediately to Amelia's face, a slow, deep smile spreading across his lips. He was silent for a moment, simply basking in the reality of her presence. Then, his eyes drifted over the sheets.
Where their hips had met, a small, dark stain bloomed on the crisp white linen, a few drops of blood—the final, undeniable sign of her lost maidenhead and the physical consummation of their sacred bond. Kian’s chest swelled with a profound, primitive pride. This was concrete proof. His claim was sealed in blood and spirit.
He lowered his head and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the back of Amelia’s neck, the movement waking her fully.
“Good morning, my Luna,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep and satisfaction. “Did you sleep well, my Queen?” Kian kissed her forehead. He is surprised by himself for being gentle and romantic like this.
Amelia stretched tentatively, letting out a small, satisfied sound before a sharp twinge made her wince. “I slept… deeply,” she admitted, a flush rising on her cheeks as the memories of the night flooded back—the intensity, the screams, the glorious, terrifying feeling of being overwhelmed by him. “But my body is loudly complaining about the price of that sleep.”
She tried to shift to sit up, but the protest from her lower body was immediate and forceful. “I need the washroom, but I genuinely think I’ve forgotten how to move my own legs. Did you break me, Alpha?” she teased, though the complaint was half-serious.
Kian chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through her spine. He shifted, pulling her closer and kissing her shoulder blade.
“Broken, no. Thoroughly claimed and well-loved? Absolutely,” he corrected, his voice full of proud adoration. He ran a gentle hand down her hip. “That soreness is the mark of a True Mate bond settling in, love. It is a source of great pride for your King.”
He didn’t release her. Instead, Kian effortlessly scooped her up, strong arms sliding beneath her back and knees.
“Where are we going?” Amelia asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, grateful not to have to test her muscles just yet.
“We are going to ease that delightful soreness,” he declared, carrying her across the room with effortless grace. He nudged open the bathroom door with his foot, and the glorious sight of the spacious, marble-tiled bath came into view.
He set her gently on the padded bench, turning on the water to begin filling the massive tub. Steam immediately began to rise, carrying the calming scent of essential oils Kian had added.
“Warm water will soothe your muscles and help the bruising fade faster,” he explained, kneeling before her to peel back the sheets covering her. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the slight red marks scattered across her inner thighs—the signs of his passionate possession.
Amelia’s cheeks burned, but she met his gaze. “It’s impossible to be demure around you, King. You make me feel savage.”
“Good,” he smiled, that possessive, feral look returning. “Because I am obsessed with your savagery, Luna. You were magnificent.”
Once the tub was nearly full, Kian stepped in first, sinking into the water with a sigh. He then reached out, drawing Amelia in carefully, positioning her between his legs, her back resting against his chest. The heat of the water instantly wrapped around her, bringing blessed relief.
“Oh, that is… heaven,” she sighed, leaning back into his familiar warmth.
Kian’s hands began to stroke the water over her skin, his touch tender, almost reverent. “You are exquisite, Amelia. Every part of you.”
His ministrations quickly turned from soothing to seductive. The heat of the water and the closeness of their bodies reignited the flame that had defined their night. Kian tilted her head back and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, his hand leaving her shoulder to gently explore the curve of her waist. Amelia was responding quickly; she isn’t shy anymore like last night. She needs her Alpha more than anything right now.
It was impossible to resist the primal pull of the True Mate bond now fully active in her veins. She turned in his arms, straddling his lap in the warm water.
This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. The water provided a silky, frictionless intimacy, and the fully awakened nerves in her body responded instantly to his entry. While kissing Amelia, Kian started to play with her nipples. She moans, and Kian amirked after sensing her arousal.
“You are making this difficult, my Luna. You want me to take you in the bathtub?“
“I need you right now, my Alpha, please take me,“ She whispered to Kian.
The cries that came from Amelia were no longer confused or panicked; they were the pure, undeniable sounds of pleasure, primal and free. Kian, driven mad by the open, desperate hunger in her eyes, set a rhythm that was purely for her satisfaction, claiming her mouth with crushing kisses every time she arched her back.
“Aaahh, oh my god, Kian, please don’t stop. I n… need you to fuck me harder“
Wave after wave hit her. She cried out his name until her throat was raw, each climax feeling more profound and complete than the last. He watched her shatter, over and over, until the fierce, feral satisfaction in his golden eyes was almost as potent as the pleasure she felt.
Finally, Amelia collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, truly spent but gloriously whole.
Kian held her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. “That is my Luna,” he whispered, his voice thick with triumph. “Do you see now? We are everything to each other. We are unbreakable.”