Taken by the Dark Elf King : Monstrous Mates Book One (Monstrous Mates Series 1)

RETURNING TO MY CHAMBERS AFTER a morning training session to find a naked Elvie asleep in my bed is something I could get used to.

Her silver hair is fanned out on one of my pillows, her body still curled toward my side of the bed. Exactly as I left her a few hours ago. The Lysan sun has restored her glow. That and the countless orgasms I’ve given her.

The fact that she has chosen to stay here with me…I say another prayer to the gods. It was a risk telling her the truth. But keeping her here, knowing that whatever feelings she may grow to have for me were built on a lie was something even I couldn’t stomach.

I trust her. I can’t believe it, but it’s true. Perhaps we have a real chance at something.

She twitches in her sleep and I don’t want to miss this opportunity. I change out of my sweaty clothes and washing as quickly as I can. As I slip back into bed beside her, she lets out a soft moan and rolls to her other side, the soft curve of her ass pressing against my cock.

I smile and curl myself around her, molding her spine to my front.

“I don’t have to be king for another hour this morning,” I whisper, before kissing the delicate point of her ear. She peeks open one sleepy, silver eye and smiles, stretching her arms out in front of her.

“Really?” She hums in her throat. “What a lucky day for me.” I bury my face in her neck and inhale her floral scent. Gripping my cock and gently lifting one of her legs, I drag myself through her wetness.

“Already wet and waiting for me, little elf?” I whisper and she nods enthusiastically. We groan as I push myself all the way inside of her. The perfect tightness of her cunt grips me like a fist. I roll my hips forward in a shallow thrusts. Her fingers dig into the sheets as I slip a hand around her to play with her nipples.

Her moans are the sweetest sound. I groan in time with her as I continue to punch my hips forward. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

“I was made for you,” She says, biting softly on her pillow. I freeze and she huffs, pushing back against me to try and get some friction.

“Say that again,” I demand. She remains quiet, trying to pump her hips to no avail. I grip her ass to still her. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” she challenges and I am all too happy to oblige. Pulling out of her, I roll her onto her back, gripping both her delicate wrists in one of my clawed hands and circling her throat with my other. My touch is light but she knows she’s not going anywhere.

“Say it again.” As I begin to move setting a furious pace that she matches, raising her hips to meet mine. The sound of our flesh slapping together drives me wild.

“I was made for you!” she cries and I feel her cunt start to tighten. She’s close. Good.

I fuck her mercilessly, the headboard slaps against the wall in time with my thrusts. Pleasure zips down my spine and tingles at the base. I’m close and I want her to come with me. I let go of her throat to use a claw to circle her clit and that does it. Her cunt clamps down on me so tightly as she screams my name. I pour my seed into her, continuing to fuck it into her. So much comes out that it squelches between us and soaks the sheets below.

I pull out of her gently and retreat to the bathroom to grab a damp cloth to clean up between her legs. She sighs at the warmth and I kiss the inside of both of her knees before tossing the cloth aside and gathering her to my side.

“Did you mean what you said?” I whisper as she burrows down into my chest.

“Which time?” she asks before a yawn sneaks up on her.

“The part about being made for me.” I try not to let my optimism seep into my tone. Plenty of things are said at the height of pleasure. I would not fault her if she didn’t mean it.

“It would certainly seem that way, wouldn’t you say? Even now, knowing I’ll barely be able to walk when I rise from this bed, I want you again.” She giggles. “The gods are laughing themselves silly giving me a lover with a cock your size.”

I grow quiet.

“Is that all we are? Lovers?” She goes quiet and I think she may have fallen asleep but then she answers.

“Well, soon we will be husband and wife. Why? Is there something wrong with being my lover?” Her snippy tone makes me smile and pull her closer to me.

“Of course not, I just wonder if there could be more.”

“Like mates?” I still at the mention of that word. It’s not possible, and yet…

“Arkain…” She turns in my arms and grips my chin so I am forced to look at her.

“Don’t you wonder who your mate is? If he’s out there searching for you?” The thought of another male having a claim on her, desiring what is mine makes my beast bares his teeth at the idea. She is ours, soon she will carry our scent, bear our children…I shake myself from that dangerous line of thought.

“It’s different for light elves. My parents were never mated and I’ve never seen two elves more in love.” She sighs again, resting her head on my chest. “And you? By being with me are you worried you’re forsaking your own mate?”

“No, I think—”

There’s a furious pounding on my door. A warning growl leaves me but Elvie swats at my chest.

“Your Majesty, sorry for the disturbance but there is a pressing issue that requires you immediately.”

“So much for an hour before you had to be king,” Elvie giggles and I smack her ass before moving to dress. Once I’m in my courtly attire, I lean down to kiss her and tell her to take it easy today before exiting my chambers.

Seeing the guard who summoned me wipes the smile off my face. Especially when I see the royal jeweler holding my crown.

“What’s going on?” I ask, taking my crown, already feeling the metal dig into my temples.

“Your Majesty, a light elf is here and he demands an audience with you immediately.”

“And who is this light elf to think he can make any demands of me? Much less enter my kingdom uninvited.”

“He wouldn’t say sir,” the guard states as we march towards the throne room. “He said he would not leave until he spoke to you directly.”

The throne room is empty as I take my seat up on the throne.

“Where is this guest?” I ask.

“Being held in the meeting room, sir.”

“Well bring him in,” I say. “He will pay for interrupting my morning.” My beast agrees. If not for this intrusion I could’ve had Elvie at least one more time. At least licked her sweet pussy before I had to meet with my council this morning.

The guards nod and depart to retrieve our visitor. It is not long before two lean blonde male light elves are put in front of me, both of them with matching gold eyes. They could be brothers, but then all light elves look the same to me.

Except Elvie. She is pure perfection.

“I hear you have demands you wish to make,” I say. The one on the left steps forward. His tunic and pants are adorned with golden thread and jewels. He is clearly some sort of noble’s son. There is a bag slung across his chest. He is probably large by light elf standard but to me he would barely reach my chin.

“Where is she? Where are you keeping her?” he shouts. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, the beast inside me rising again, ready to strike. My claws elongate and I bare my fangs.

“Where is who?” I ask darkly. Both light elves at least have enough wisdom to flinch at my tone. But still the one on the left speaks up, looking at me with disgust on his face.

“Princess Elveena. Where are you keeping her? I demand you release her at once.”

“And who are you to make demands of me? Especially regarding the princess,” I boom, rising from my throne. He sneers at me with his golden eyes, lips curling up in a snarl.

“Because she is my betrothed and I have come to collect her.”