The Royal Mark-Chapter 68: Not Jealous

[Warning: Very matured scenes from this point.]

"Your smell is so addicting, I can’t help but go to you," were Chris’ parting words to Elsa just before he sealed their lips together.

Elsa did not object to his vehement kisses and she instead gave back a fervid response. She seized his head and sensually ran her tongue along his lower lip before gently sucking on it. A contented smile crossed Chris’ lips as he deftly bent his knees, lifting Elsa’s thigh and wrapping her legs around his waist, before carrying her to the god knows what surface it was. He didn’t see but it was just the perfect height and sturdy enough to place her comfortably.

Nestled between her legs, he whispered, "Princess..."

Elsa caught the words Chris spoke just before the sound of fabric tearing filled the room, leaving her entirely exposed in front of him. Her eyes widened as she gazed at Chris, who returned her gaze with a mischievous smile.

"Don’t worry about it," Chris reassured her, as his lips began to trace a path along her neck, leaving tender, gentle kisses in their wake, moving gradually towards her ear.

"It’s not what I am worried abou– aw!" Elsa exclaimed but Chris only chuckled at her after he pulled and pinched her nipple.

"So cute," Chris whispered into her ear and then sucked her earlobe as he gripped her left breast with his left hand.

He kneaded and squeezed her mound while licking and sucking her neck. He could smell Elsa’s arousal between her legs and that alone already gave him a go signal to proceed further. He started to make his move downwards kissing and sucking gently every inch of her skin in his track until he reached her twin mound.

His teeth gently grazed her nipple while his eyes fixed on her face and he was not disappointed as Elsa was also looking at him.

"Don’t you dare bite me," she warned, making Chris laugh.

He ran his tongue over her crown before sucking it hard. Elsa bit her lower lip and rolled back her head, while her hands caressed his back and shoulders.

Chris enjoyed each of her breast sucking and clasping them. He is so hard down there and Yakobo is going crazy inside him, trying to take over.

He kissed Elsa’s lips once more but more aggressively this time. He placed both his hands on her behind to pull her closer to him rubbing his hardness between her legs. Elsa was doing the same as she pressed hard her chest against his and embraced him tighter.

Even though they are already so close to each other, he still can’t get enough of her. He wanted more, he wanted all of her.

’Fuck! I’m on my limit,’ he thought as he made his tongue skim against her soft lips.

[Yes! Fuck her! Fuck her now! Go go go!] Yakobo exclaimed.

He paused in his kissing, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, causing her to wonder what was amiss.

"What’s the matter? Are you feeling dizzy? Just how much did you drink?" Elsa asked with concern.

"I’m fine, princess," Chris reassured her. "My drunkenness vanished the moment I caught your scent. It’s just that if we continue, I might lose control," he admitted before his hands began to explore her body once more.

"It’s so hard to resist you, princess. Especially when I can smell that you like what am I doing to you. It just makes me want to be inside you, pound you hard, and mark you. Make you mine for everyone to see, forever." Chris said before lifting his head and looking straight into Elsa’s eyes.

On the other hand, Elsa was so overwhelmed and affected by what she had just heard that she found herself utterly without words. Chris, noticing her silence, continued to explain.

"For werewolves, there’s no need for a formal marriage ceremony. Marking our mates is the marriage itself. If it weren’t for your status, I would have already claimed you as my own. I can’t stand seeing other men cast their eyes upon you. Earlier, I noticed how the other men were looking at you, and I had the urge to protect what’s mine. I wanted to rip their chests and take their hearts out." he confessed.

Elsa couldn’t hold back her response, "You’re telling me all of this, claiming I’m your mate, yet you allowed other women to touch you."

She averted her gaze from Chris, prompting him to chuckle. "So that’s what happened. Now I understand," Chris quickly leaned down and planted a brief kiss on her cheek.

Elsa turned her head back, puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

Elsa turned her head back and Chris, frowning, "What are you talking about?"

"The whole fire thing, the way the flames surged in the bonfire and your hands blazing with it. You were jealous," Chris beamed with delight. He had finally said it, and he was thrilled that even though Elsa didn’t openly express her feelings, she was definitely showing them.

Elsa dropped her jaw and raised an eyebrow. "I’m not jealous!"

Chris wrapped his arms around her and replied, "I’m ecstatic to know you’re jealous. It only means you like me too."

Rolling her eyes, Elsa pushed Chris away, freeing herself from his embrace. "I am not jealous! Dream on!"

Elsa managed to put some distance between herself and Chris, picking up her torn dress to cover herself. However, Chris reached out, catching her by the waist from behind. He whispered, "Then why were you on fire earlier when you saw those women throwing themselves at me?" He playfully poked his tongue into her ear, eliciting a chuckle from her.

"Hey, stop that! It’s tickling! And for your information, the flames weren’t because of jealousy. I just don’t know how to control them," Elsa declared as she ran away from Chris, retreating to the opposite side of the room.

"Aha! So you were emotional, and that emotion was stirred by something strong... like jealousy," Chris remarked as he closed in on Elsa, who continued to step back from him.

"I’m not jealous! Ahh!" Elsa exclaimed when Chris once again caught her, and both of them tumbled onto the bed.

Chris gently took the torn dress from her. "Give me this. Why are you hiding what’s mine? I’m delighted that you want to own me, princess."

Elsa gulped as she gazed into his eyes. She was at a loss for words, unsure of how to express her feelings, even if she wanted to. With Chris, she found comfort in the fact that he could sense what she couldn’t directly say, even before she spoke.

"You’re so quiet. What are you thinking?" Chris inquired, noting Elsa’s contemplative gaze.

"I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. But I hate seeing other women flocking around you and you letting their filthy hands touch you," she bravely stated, her voice quivering.

Chris smirked and gently brushed away the strands of hair that framed her face. "I promise that won’t happen again. I won’t let other women touch me. I am yours, forever, princess."

Elsa touched Chris’ face and smiled at him.

And with that simple gesture, Chris completely lost it, "Fuck this!"