Chapter 5 – Great Start to the Day
MIKE
The sound of chirping birds breaks into the most delicious dream I was having. I almost groan out with annoyance and screw my eyes shut trying to go back to sleep and willing my dream to commence so I can finish it.
My groan turns into one of pleasure as I realize I wasn’t dreaming. The tickling of a tongue running up my hard shaft has me clenching my fists with gratification. The warm breath of a mouth fans across the head of my cock, the mouth closing around the tip and sucking me in.
“Fuck,” I grind out, the sensation almost too much. I open my eyes and lift the sheet to see a mass of chestnut hair begin to bob up and down as Jonda sucks my cock like a pro.
“Fuck, my love. This is by far my favorite way to wake up.” I gasp as she takes me deeper and sucks harder and faster. My one hand slides beneath the covers to grasp at her hair. “That’s it, love, let me fuck that mouth.”
Jonda moans and the vibration sends a jolt of tingles to the base of my spine and my balls tighten. I fist her hair and pump my hips upwards fucking her mouth with abandon. “Just like that,” I moan hitting the back of her throat. A few more thrusts and I’m there, ready to shoot my load. “Swallow it all like a good girl,” I growl when I feel my orgasm at the tip of release. A few more pumps into Jonda’s mouth and my hand twists in her hair - I hold her down as she gags on my length.
The closing of her throat grips my cock and I shoot my seed down her throat. She swallows and sucks, lapping up my cum. Once spent, I release her hair and she crawls up from under the covers, hair a mass of mess and wild. Just the way I like her.
“Good morning,” She smiles, straddling my hips. My cock, still hard because apparently, he’s not done yet, brushes between her legs and he jumps as she slides her wet pussy over him.
“It's about to get better,” I promise her with a wink and lift her by the hips to position her over my rock-hard cock that is just begging to be inside her.
Jonda slides down my length, filling herself. She stills for a moment adjusting and relishing in the sensation of me inside her. Her greedy pussy swallows my cock and once firmly seated she begins to rock back and forth.
“You feel so good, Mike,” She moans, arching her back and hair tumbling behind her.
I take over needing more friction. Lifting her up and down as her body becomes lax, her first orgasm building. Her skin flushes to pink and I know she’s close. I draw out each thrust and rock her hips each time I bring her down on me. Her clit rubbed against the base of my cock, and the head of my cock stroked her pussy finding that soft spot and throwing her into a frenzy as she peaked faster.
“Heavens yes!” She screamed out her release, her walls clamping down on me so hard, drawing out my own ending.
I moved her up and down my swollen length faster, my hips lifting to fucker her harder and deeper until she was coming undone again and I was right there with her.
“Fuck yes!” I growled spilling into her as she cried out my name. Our juices mingled, scenting the air with our lust.
We stay in the same position for a few moments, our ragged breaths calming as we came back to reality. I brush my thumbs over her hips, stroking the edges of her flat stomach. My parents only had me, I want as many pups as Jonda can give me. A whole team of warriors.
“Where’s your mind?” Jonda tenderly asks, her dainty fingers brushing away stray hairs from my forehead.
My attention still trained on her stomach, I reply: “I’m just thinking how many pups you will give me once we are officially marked and mated” I answer her truthfully.
She laughs and throws her head back, the motion making my cock that’s still seated inside her stir. Warm wet liquid gushes from between her thighs. The evidence of our lovemaking. “How many do you want?”
“A whole team of warriors,” A smile creeps over my face until it spreads wide with the thought.
“A whole team?” She asks with shock, “That’s like twelve pups Mike!”
I finally manage to pull my gaze from the milky skin that hides her womb and trail them up over her generous tits and find those hazel eyes gleaming down at me with amusement.
“What are you saying? You don’t want pups?” I know that’s not what she means but I can't help but tease her.
“I didn’t say that,” She swats at my chest, “I just don’t think I want twelve. You carry on like that and you will scare me into not wanting any.”
I feign hurt, then in a quick and fluid motion, I roll her onto her back, my cock growing harder inside her. “Don’t threaten me, my love.” I growl “You know I want pups.”
“And don’t threaten me with a good time,” She cocks a brow at me and tips her hips for more pressure from my cock “Either fuck me or get off.” She says with a smile. “We have things to do today.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you.” I laugh at her, kissing the tip of her nose “I’m going to fuck you so good; you will be walking around with bowed legs all day and a wince with every step.”
“Mike!” She begins to warn me but I swallow her protests with a hungry kiss and start to pump my cock in and out of her slowly.
“You were saying something?” I ask breaking the kiss.
“Mike,” I rock into her harder, cutting her off.
“What were you trying to say, my love?” I’m teasing her, and she knows it. And she hates it.
This time when she opens her mouth I pull out and slam back into her “Mike!” My name now leaves her mouth as a sultry moan.
“I’m going to have you screaming my name. Only then will I let you out of bed.” It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.
A few thrusts later and true to my word, Jonda is screaming my name in ecstasy as I plow into her tight pussy over and over.
It's starting out to be a great day indeed.
After one more quickie in the shower and dozens of kisses later, I left Jonda, feeling confident that she would be walking funny for the rest of the day. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get enough of my love, and I had always had a high libido.
My sexual drive was insatiable most of the time, add my wolf Duke into the mix and my sexual drive was sky high. So yeah, Lamia wasn’t far off when she called me a horndog.
Jonda and I had been together for six months now, and I wonder, with the amount of sex we have, why she hadn't fallen pregnant with my pup yet. I know it’s harder to impregnate a female who isn't your mate – a small built-in fail-safe from the moon goddess, but not impossible. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I would have fathered a whole army by now.
Once I have marked Jonda and completed the mating ritual, it would be easier for her to fall pregnant and that’s just one more thing I was looking forward to.
“Good morning!” I say with too much pep and a wide welcoming grin as I step into Kellen’s office.
Tala sits on one of the couches, rubbing circles on her huge belly. I stride over to her, bending down I plant a kiss on her cheek, “How’s the little Prince treating you?” I ask seeing her wince slightly.
“Kicking up a storm this morning. Seems to be excited about something.” She replies, trying to sit up.
I grab her elbows to help pull her up, but I’m shoved out of the way by Kellen. “My mate, my pup. I help them.” He growls at me.
“Well, good morning to you too!” I laugh at his over-the-top protectiveness of his mate and pup.
Stepping back, I watch as Kellen carefully helps Tala up, “He’s probably excited about the coronation. He can feel the vibe of the Kingdom.” I say as she waddles across the room. “You sure you’re up for this Tala?” I question as my eyes linger on our new Queen, watching the way she moves.
I direct my thoughts to Kellen, “You know we can always postpone until after the pup is born.” I suggest only to be met with two pairs of glaring eyes.
“No.” Tala says, “Everything is set, and everyone has worked too hard for us to cancel. The ball is tomorrow, and the coronation is the following day. I will waddle my ass down that aisle, and if it’s the last thing I do I will be crowned.” She says with determination, her teal eyes hard with resolve.
I keep my mouth shut because, in my opinion, I could just see her water breaking as she steps onto the podium. I hold back my laughter as the image conjures in my mind. It’s no laughing matter but… I could just imagine the reactions if she went into labor in the middle of the ceremony.
She kisses Kellen on the lips, “I’m going to waddle my pregnant ass down to the main kitchen, you know, just to make sure they have everything they need.” She gives Kellen a wink.
What Tala really means is she’s going down to raid the fridge. The tiny female, according to Kellen, has been eating for a hundred instead of just two. Although I don’t see it, the only thing big on her is her stomach. Maybe some extra meat in the breast area. Everything else is still in good-looking shape.
Not that I’m checking out my best friend's mate, my Queen, or anything. Some females tend to spread out when carrying pups. Most of them will lose that fat a few weeks after delivery, but some, mostly Omega werewolves, will keep that extra weight.
I suddenly wonder if Jonda will lose the pregnancy weight or if she will stay a little thicker. Not that I mind either way. I love Jonda for who she is, the fact that she has a rocking body, and a great rack is a bonus. A little more junk in her trunk would most definitely be welcomed. More to palm and more to smack.
“You have that look in your eye, Mike. You thinking about my sister again?” Tala questions, bringing me back to the present and killing my visual of Jonda bent over for me this morning.
“Yeah,” I smile, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
“Goddess, you’re an ass.” She laughs.
“Yeah, but I’m your favorite ass,” I wink again.
Tala shakes her head and leaves the office, closing the door behind her. I catch a glimpse of Rogue before it shuts fully. That man takes his duty to her too seriously sometimes.
“The goddess definitely knew what she was doing when she paired you two up,” I say to Kellen taking a seat in a chair opposite him.
Kellen raises his head and cocks an eyebrow at me, “Better than Lamia?”
I rear my head back. Taken back his question and wondered why the fuck he would even wonder if his mate was a better fit than our best friend. Okay, so they had – have something. Kellen and Lamia have always shared this strange connection. To this day, even if both of them are mated, they still feel the slightest pull of a bond.
It baffles me, and if I’m honest with myself I’m jealous as fuck of their bond. Though I don’t think it shocked anyone more than Kellen that they weren’t mated. That their wolves made them reject each other. According to Kellen, their wolves had to reject each other to weaken the strange bond between them.
“I’m not sure what you mean by that?” I question my best friend, my Alpha, my King.
“Just wondering if you think I was better paired with Lamia or my mate.” His tone is casual, and his passive look gives nothing away.
I narrow my eyes, “Tala is your goddess-given mate, not Lamia. Tala is who you are meant to be with.”
Kellen purses his lips, his ocean-blue eyes meet mine from across his desk, “Remember you said that.”
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” I throw my hands up in question. “whatever,” I say not waiting for a reply because I’m not sure I want one.
He dismisses the question thank goodness and diverts to discuss the plans for the next three days. “Rhett called early this morning he should be here mid-afternoon. Hunji left later with Morgan so they should be here by nightfall.” Kellen pauses, rolling his lips, he sits back and pulls his hand down his face. “Tell me everything is going to go off without a hitch.”
I grimace. “Kellen shit never goes as planned. You know this.” I hate being the voice of reason. Usually, that was Kellen’s job. I’m the carefree easy-going Beta to the Pack – scary when I had to be. Kellen Was the more serious hot-headed of the two of us. But these were not usual circumstances, so today it was my job to be that voice of reason. “If it makes you feel better everything is on track. Guests are rolling in, lists have been checked, and Enforcers are coming to help double our security so we're not thin on the ground.”
“And the particulars?” He asks, raising a brow.
“Safe and secure,” I assure him. “The crown is sitting in the inner vault.” Kellen had Tala’s crown specially commissioned.
When having the crown designed, Kellen took diamonds from his Mother's & Grandmother's crowns and had them reset in Tala’s. In addition, he used a few family heirloom jewels. Most of them emeralds but one - the centerpiece of the crown, was a blood-red ruby.
I know the jewel was old. Had been in the Moon family for generations upon generations, but that’s all anyone knew about the precious stone. Not where it came from or who originally owned it. Just that it had been in the Palace vault since the Palace was rebuilt a little over 250 years ago.
My father, who was best friends with Kellen’s father - the late King Alexander, said that Uncle Alex once told him it had been in the Moon family since the day the bloodline had been born.
The stone itself was magnificent. It really made you stop to look at it twice, just to admire it.
“Trust me I have everything handled. All you and Tala have to do - is enjoy the day. You get to crown your princess, and she blossoms from the little princess you brought home six months ago to the Queen of werewolves.” I reassure him that everything will be ok and add a wink with my last sentence. “You guys are celebrities, the most popular royal couple in all the continent!”
“Don’t be stupid, Mike.” Kellen frowns at me, shakes his head, and mumbles something like ‘fucking popular.’
“What you don’t believe me?” I ask sitting up. I know something he doesn’t know. The idea that he hasn’t seen it yet excites me because I know how much this will annoy the shit out of him and his reaction will be classic. “It seems that New Moon has a new reporter in the capital.” I click my fingers trying to remember the guy’s name Jonda told me about. “Pete, Paul… Pierce Pastoll. That’s it. Pierce Pastoll started a newspaper and the headlines this week were ‘who does it better?’ They had a picture of Lam’s and King and one of you and Tala. Readers voted that you and Tala were the most popular couple.” I chuckle as I watch Kellen’s eyes darken and the tips of his ears turn red.
Knowing he hated the idea of anyone pitting him against Lamia or comparing him to King Mathias, coupled with the fact that since his parents died, Kellen has hated to be in the limelight. He was much more serious after coming home from Bhakhil.
I don’t know if it had anything to do with him dying, or just the whole ordeal he went through as a whole. I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I struck while the iron was hot “I hired him for the ball and coronation.” I deadpan.
If looks could kill.
Kellen’s whole face turned a shade just a touch lighter than his boiling blood. “Why the fuck would you hire a gossip reporter?” He spits out with exasperation. “He’s a taleteller, nothing more than a gossip monger that skews the real story.”
I stand up taking it as my cue to leave. I feel just a bit sorry for Tala knowing she will have to hear all about it from him. They are like an old-mated couple already. He moans to her about everything and she listens and just hums her agreement to ease his temper. “I did, he’s good and people love him. Don’t worry so much, exposure is good the people eat this shit up!”
I walk out of Kellen’s office laughing. I love being a total shit to my best friend. We’ve known each other for that long, I’m ashamed to say I know just what buttons to push.
There was a time, not so long ago, I didn’t think I would ever get to rile him up again. I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for losing him that day. Whether he found his fated mate or not, It was my duty to protect him and I failed my job.
It would never happen again. I was one hundred percent sure of that.