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Alpha Queen Amory's POV

Amory ran.

Ran faster than she ever had.

She knew Romulus was still stationed at the spot beside the deer, earnestly taking her suggestion of giving her a head start—But given with the way she laughed through the clearing, it ultimately gave away her location.

Until she returned properly into the thicket.

It felt like a beacon had gone off in her mind as she felt her mate shift and take off after her. Ignoring the shock running through her stiff muscles, Amory did not dare allow herself to slip, not when he was well behind her, only a few seconds slower due to his stalling.

With another grin, she managed a quick left to dodge his next move, then going right, laughing as she heard his aggravated huff and faulty stumble as he slid on the grass and went down.

He had only fallen for a split second, but it allowed her a bit more distance between them—Given that this was a race over unfamiliar and very uneven terrain.

Soon, she was headed down a hill, in what she could only assume was closer to her summer manor—Given that the creek she had rediscovered had caused memories to flash in her mind, which guided her well when the momentum the hill gave her was easy enough to use against him.

With her arms wailing in the wind had been an awful attempt to give her balance, but she managed with the strike of both luck and power. Though given her mate was well aquatinted with his four sturdy legs, it wasn't too surprising when she took the risk in glancing off behind her, only to spot him just starting to make his way down the hill.

Entering back into the thicket, Amory had needed to take a rest just behind the tree—Wondering if there was any consequence in popping out to scare her mate, given that he had done something similar just an hour ago.

However, after the quick breaths to refill her lungs properly, she held still, wanting to see if she could hear him. Yet with the lack of any noise surrounding her, her heart began to beat quicker.

There hadn't even been a friendly cricket nearby to give her some comfort, but it did give her an answer as to whether he was approaching her—And just as she was about to peek out from the tree, arms managed to grab her around her middle and she let out a panicked shriek as she buckled in Romulus' hold.

With ease, Romulus managed to drag her back against his chest and trap her there—Even going to lift her off the ground walking them both to the clearing before pinning her into the grass, electing a winning grin as he stared down with a blackened gaze to see his prize.

Yet Amory had surprised him with a damning kick.

He growled loudly into her ear, the sound itself was a mere promise of what was in store for her after the trick she had just enacted. Yet the way it rumbled through her body made the hairs stand straight on the back of her neck.

Teeth had set on the base of her neck, teasing and nipping as Romulus growled again, trailing right through back to her cunt.

Kneeling properly in the grass, he took her down with him, placing her properly in the way that he wanted. Bracing her on all fours with a gentle shove—Which Amory had caught before her cheek met the dirt.

Just as she was about to speak, hands started to move and caress her body, and the sound of ripping fabric caused her to gasp, as it exposed her to the cool air.

With such an easy tug on Romulus' part, he inhaled the erotic smell of his mate's sex, adoring the way he had her positioned—His wolf nearly wanting to take charge once more, to allow for another chase to ensure his victory.

As she continued to fidget and wiggle to get out of his hold.
"No." He warned, placing a firm hand in between her shoulder blades to push her back down, wanting her to keep the position.

Even when she tried to move, he had kept his hold in place.

Soon, a shiver ran through her body as she took in all that had happened, and even with her heart beating eased after her sprint. It did not stop the fluttering in response to Romulus' dominance.

With a quick movement, she prepared her cheek on her folded hands as she sank easily into the position. Sticking her backend up in the air for him, as a sense of submission and acceptance.

Another growl had filled the woods, one that acted as a warning before feeling a blunt and firm nudge between her wet slick. Amory hadn't been surprised to feel the need coursing back through her entire body, and so desperate for another touch, she wiggled herself in an attempt to plead with him.

Only for him to move his hand from her shoulders to grip tightly to her arse. "Mate..." He growled, but it was not a warning, not when his own hips buckled as he repeated the movement yet again. Allowing his cock to familiarize itself with the entrance of his mate.

"Rom—Romulus, please." Was that what he was looking for? Permission? For her to beg? Amory truly couldn't think any more than what was now laying before her, and with only a bite from the offered heart, she couldn't feel anything but hunger.

A different sort of hunger.

With a quick push forward, Romulus slammed himself into Amory with one demanding thrust of his hips. Stretching her entirely, forcing her to take him without so much as a warning or their usual licks and teases.

Romulus had nearly pulled back entirely, as he was almost free of her, only to sink himself to the brink again, grinding into her with such dominance that Amory rocked forward on her knees. Ultimately setting an unbeatable pace as he fucked her into the ground, the very spot he had caught her in.

With her heat clenching around him, Amory moaned loudly, pronouncing her pleasure to any woodland critters to hear, taking all that her King was giving her.

And somehow, her body was begging for more.

"Yes, female...Take me. Take all of me!" He said through gritted teeth, fucking her harder and faster as he tried to get the praises out.

Yet Amory couldn't hear his words, not when his cock was such a blessing, his sack slapping against her swollen slit.

The Queen shuddered, her walls pulsing against him now, forcing him to groan at the new feeling of being inside her. So deep, filling her so well—It only urged him to continue onward.

Obsessing over framing his cock into his precious mate as deep as he could manage.

Amory, growing limp with ecstasy, hardly had the strength to take a steady grip on the earth beneath her. Her grasp on the strains of grass did nothing as she continued to meet each of his thrusts with an eager roll of her hips.

Another sigh of pleasure had croaked out, and Romulus responded with his own feral grunt. But he wanted to hear her louder, and thus he leaned over—Taking hold of her free arm and pinning it on the curve of her back.

With a small glance behind her, she whimpered in satisfaction at the sight of him bending over her, catching sight of his fangs as he snarled—As if he was fighting his own beast yet again.

Romulus' grip on her arm tightened, and he lost his rhythm by wanting to reach for her other hand but opted for the underside of her stomach to hold her firmly in place. Making each thrust meet her as he now controlled the rocking of her knees with every pound.

Amory's words were lost in the never-ending breathless gasps, yet all she could truly feel was how his body towered over her, and the way his cock managed to make it seem that nothing else in the world mattered.

Her mind was completely blank from everything else, her entire focus started and ended with them.

Feeling the love and devotion he was pouring into her, even as he began to nuzzle her shoulder, huffing in reply to another pant.

The Queen had accepted him in all ways, both he and his beastly instincts. Enjoying the way he knew how to climb her to her peak.

There was no need for any more dirty words. Only gasps, moans and grunts, and the occasional snarl as Romulus took her in the empty field like the wild wolf that he is.

He climaxed with a roar, his cock pulsating as the King flooded his Queen with all that he was worth.

And the moment his body stilled, Amory had relaxed her shoulders as she endured his final thrust before he fell forward—Or partially, as his hand had caught him just in time.

The sound of their combined breathing was all that filled the forest, and Romulus smirked to see the lulling eyes of his mate's adoring gaze accept the patch of grass as the perfect pillow to rest on.

But that would not do. They might have rutted like animals, but he would not allow her to sleep in this position. Instead, Romulus tugged her up on her knees as he leaned her back, once again flush against his front. With one arm wrapped around her middle, it gave him the perfect angle to set his teeth to her neck and give a gentle reminder of his claim as to what he's promised.

There had been one final pulse as Amory flinched through another climax. And somehow, she managed to find the strength to hold him in return, twisting her neck to smile kindly up to him.

As the pleasure washed through her, she truly couldn't feel bothered by being tied to her mate, instead, she nuzzled into his bare chest before laying a kiss. "My mate..." Romulus growled, returning her action with his own, pressing a kiss to her temple as he watched the bite heal right before his very eyes.

And it elected a twitch of her lips. "Did I do it right?"

"It was perfect. I wasn't expecting you to run."
"I didn't either, but that was...That was everything." She whispered, truly no description as to what had overcome them both. But he chuckled as he reach over and attempted to hold her torn dress back over her chest.

"My beautiful, fiery Alpha Queen. My mate, I love you."

And I love you, my beastly Alpha King.

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Date: 07/27/23

Time: 8:49

Words: 1789

Author's Note:

Writing sex scenes is just as hard as writing a fighting scene, I swear.
I must have rewrote this at least four times😬✨