Freya's POV
The dinner concluded, and Kingsley was left with additional business to discuss with the King. I excused myself and left first. As I walked down the hallway leading out of the hall, a petite, plump woman approached me with a smile.
"Ms. Freya, allow me to show you to your room," she said.
I nodded and followed her up a long flight of stairs. Eventually, we arrived at a large white wooden door. The maid turned to me with a smile.
"This is for you. Let me know if you need anything." I nodded as she finished and turned to leave, bowing her head slightly before walking past me and retracing our steps.
After some time, I changed into something more comfortable and well-fitting. To my surprise, there was a knock on the door.
I opened it to find a tall, dark-haired woman with silver eyes standing in the doorway. Her long hair hung in waves around her face, cascading down over her shoulders. It was none other than Mavis, and at that moment, her eyes held a hint of anger.
"Why did you take the king's advice?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
I froze, unable to speak.
"I'm sorry... What?" I asked with a smile.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Aren't you Kingsley's mate? I really can't believe it. How can you allow yourself to share your mate with another woman?"
Mavis's anger was evident, confirming my suspicions. Unlike her father, she obviously didn't want the humiliation of being a breeder.
I smiled and said, "I'm sorry; I wasn't aware of the position you were questioning me from. But..." I paused, then continued, "I simply made the same choice you did—to give up the useless struggle and accept my fate. After all, as you know, I can't have children, and I have no choice but to accept you as Kingsley's breeder."
When I finished, I sighed, simultaneously fixing my gaze on Mavis.
"How will you ever know if you don't try? You're acting like a coward," Mavis yelled angrily, clearly upset with my decision to give up the fight.
"Yeah, you're right. How can you know how it's going to turn out unless you try?" I looked at Mavis meaningfully.
Mavis froze for a moment, then lowered her head in silence before whispering, "What about your mate, Kingsley? He doesn't seem as willing to accept the King's arrangements as you are."
"Not necessarily, but I think he would be willing," I said, pretending not to care.
Since the Mavis in front of me didn't want to be Kingsley's breeder either, maybe I could try to make her my ally.
"I can speak for myself," suddenly, Kingsley's muffled voice came through. I turned my head and saw Kingsley; he had arrived at some point, and at the moment, he was looking at me with a cold face. However, his gaze still had that dark, lustful glow that made my heart feel like it was going to explode out of my chest.
"I'll come to see you again," Mavis winked at me, then left as quickly as possible.
When my gaze returned to Kingsley, I smiled helplessly, knowing full well that he was still angry about what I had just said at the party. It seemed I still needed to comfort the saddened man.
"Kingsley, I..."
Before I could get another word out, Kingsley stepped forward, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.
"So, tell me, do you really want me to have a breeder?" His deep tone made me catch my breath, and my heart beat wildly as I stared up into his eyes.
"Answer me," he said disgruntled, desperate for my response. I could distinctly feel the whimper of annoyance from his wolf.
"No," I muttered under my breath, attempting to clarify.
"Regardless of your answer, I'm telling you, I don't agree! Freya, I love only you, and I want only you!" He cut me off.
By the time Kingsley uttered the last word, his voice had transformed into a low growl. Then, he kissed me passionately.
His touch clouded my judgment, and the realization that he was closer than I could handle slowly dawned on me. The scent of whiskey on his breath indicated he had been drinking, yet, despite that, I yearned for this moment. For him to come to me and envelop me in the way only he could.
"Alpha…" I whispered as his hands tugged at my clothes. He tossed me onto the bed, and a scream escaped my lips as he pulled me to the edge and pressed his mouth to my core. My legs wrapped around his shoulders, and my back arched in pleasure.
"Kingsley. Call me Kingsley!" he commanded.
I couldn't comprehend what was wrong with him, but his fervent movements made it clear that he wouldn't let me go quietly tonight as he satisfied his deepest hunger.
I grunted softly to prevent herself from losing consciousness and falling into the abyss of desire, but the weak, inaudible refusal hooked Kingsley's desire to conquer.
His hands climbed up my belly and then reached the crest, the gentle caress sending my vernal heart into a frenzy as he gently brushed over them.
I was lost in his intoxicating scent, and could feel the arousal growing within myself. The erect buds of my breasts hardened for him, and I found myself turned on when he noticed. There was a hungry look of lust deep within his eyes.
I felt as if a constant surge of heat underneath me was making me gasp a little, and I gasped as if I wanted more.
My eyes were misty as I looked at Kingsley, who at the moment lay beneath me with a frown on his face. My body became a little shaky under Kingsley's touch, not from fear, but from something else.
Kingsley slowly sat up and picked I up again, his lips trailing down my neck, skimming my collarbone to the top once more. It was a sensation that made me feel a little confused in my head as I tensed my body, toes a little harder, and braced my hands on Kingsley's body, clenching my lips as my body shuddered with excitement.
Immediately afterwards, the wistful climber launched another surprise attack, and a solid sensation flooded into my heights, a fullness I had never felt before wrapped around me, and I bit my lip as I knew what was coming and stifled a soft sigh.
Slowly, Kingsley slid himself further inside me.
Kingsley stopped moving and looked lovingly at me, whose eyes were tightly closed, understanding what this moment meant, but the constant feeling of fullness wrapped around me from below, like a wailing bird with its mouth wide open waiting to be fed.
I took the initiative and hugged Kingsley, climbing up his neck with both hands to fit herself a little closer to him.
As the movements accelerated, a wonderful sensation spread through my body, a pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced before, and as wave after wave hit me, I felt myself moving step by step toward the peak of pleasure.
On instinct, I moved my hips to match his own, and Kingsley noticed when I did because a different expression crossed his face. One of pleasure. The same pleasure I was feeling, and I wanted more.
Then, Kingsley quickly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and spun me around. Once I was on all fours, Kingsley brought my perky ass up into the air, and thrust himself roughly back inside me.
Kingsley's hands were on my waist, then he thrust hard. My body trembled, and at that moment I felt like a boat in the middle of a storm, capsizing again and again with the violent waves.
The fullness was more intense than before, and something strange started happening inside me. A swelling. It caused a cry to leave my lips as I tried to pull away from him.
However, Kingsley's hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, holding me in place as he continued to slam himself inside me.
“Cum for me, Freya... Scream for me.”
His command sent me over, and I sobbed in pleasure as he moaned, spilling his seed within me holding me tight against his body. The jerking pleasure of his member within me caused me to gasp.
He made me cum with pleasure again and again. Soft cries left me and filled the room.
As the knot subsided he climbed on top of me and lay down beside me. His arms wrapped around my waist as I sat up partially against the headboard. He closed his eyes and rested his head on my bare waist.