**EMILY'S POV**
It's just sharing a room no biggie, right?
I mean it's not like I'm a female on the verge of going into heat, I will survive, right?
"Keep telling yourself that." Mia said with a laugh. "Did you just laugh? Are you finding my misery to your amusement?" I asked her. "My darling Emily, I'm not the one who kissed our mate causing us to take a step closer to our heat." "You really know how to hold a grudge huh?"
I heard someone clear their throat pulling me out of my conversation with Mia. "Are you two having a mind link conversation or something?" Roman asked, that's when I realized that both Nicholas and I spaced out. Why the fuck is he spacing out, it's not like he has a mate pull to worry about.
Wait why did they choose me, a servant to act queen? No wonder Simon has been giving me death glares, he is the only sensible one here. They've known me for just two weeks, and they already trust me enough to let me sleep in the same room as their Alpha?
What if I was here to kill him?
"Wait, why did you choose me of all people? I mean I'm just a servant here, why would you ask me to play queen?" I voiced out my question. "Elizabeth suggested you, she's the princess so we believe she knows what she's doing." Roman said. Of which still didn't make sense, why would they do it just because Elizabeth said it?
Okay I will not waste my time pondering on unimportant things.
My hand subconsciously touched my necklace, then I looked at Nicholas. 'Do you think it's fair to leave him in the dark?' I asked Mia. 'Ignore that thought, it's the mate bond talking.' was her only reply.
When I went back to my room, I found the pack's designer, Cloe, waiting for me. "Alpha said you need new dresses fit for a queen so I will need your measurements." She said didn't wait for me to say anything, she just went ahead and got my measurements then left. Okay, that was not rude at all.
"Well, would you look at that? A servant, I will have to bow to a servant. What a joke." I heard an unfamiliar voice. I turned to look at the owner of the voice.
She was a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that I didn't recognize. From the dress she wore and her hair style, I know she most probably comes from a ranked family. "And you are?" I asked without paying much attention to her. "You don't know who I am?" She asked with exaggerated shock.
How I hate drama queens. "Lady, do you think I'd be asking if I knew who you were?" My response seemed to have angered her but hell! I don't give a shit. I have a mate bond to worry about rather than wasting my time on an attention seeker.
"I am Samantha, daughter of the former Gamma, Simon's sister and also best friends with the future Luna." She proudly announced, but what caught my ear was her last sentence. "Future Luna? Of which pack?" I asked. "The blood moon pack of course." She said like everyone knew that.
But wait, I'm the Alpha's mate and this girl here isn't my best friend. Who the fuck is claiming the Luna position. "This pack has a Luna? Then why the fuck do they need me to act queen?" I asked her harsher than intended.
I'm pissed off that I have to deal with the mate bond for two weeks of sharing a room with the Alpha and also, the idea of some bitch claiming my mate is so not sitting well with me.
They looked at me shocked. "They forced you to do it." One of her lap dogs asked. That's when I noticed she had two of them. Their dresses also screamed wealth so I'm guessing they are from rich families. "I don't have time for this." I said then walked out of the room to Nicholas' room.
I reached Nicholas' room and knocked. Well, this is it. Nicholas opened the door.
He was with Cloe and Simon who looked upset. What's his problem? "Oh good, you're here. Cloe brought some dresses that fit your measurements, see if you like them." He said. Well that was fast.
I looked at them, they were all beautiful so I didn't need to do any selections. "I like them all." I said. "Alpha." I heard Simon say. "Not now Simon." He responded. What were they talking about? "We'll take our leave Alpha." Cloe and Simon said then left.
Looking at his room now, it was a mixture of only three colours. Everything was either black, grey or white. It had grey curtains, his beddings were a mix of white and black, a white headboard, the walls were grey, there was a white couch right across the bed and a black fluffy carpet on the floor.
Even the portraits in the room where in black and white. "You can change anything you don't like." His deep voice pulled me out of my room inspection. "No everything is fine, I love it." I told him.
I really did love it. I've never been a fun of bright colors.
He was staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. What's with him. Coming to think of it, this is the first time we have been left alone after that kiss. 'Stop thinking about it.' Mia said.
We were practically in a staring contest until he cleared his throat. "I'll take a bath." He said then walked to the bathroom. "And I'll pack my new dresses." I said to no one and walked towards the wardrobe sat and started packing.
I was too engrossed in packing that I didn't even notice that Nicholas had already finished his bath and was standing right next to me with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "I forgot to get me clothes." He said.
Is it just me, or is his voice deeper? Voice aside, gash his body…. I had his entire upper body full to my display. He had a sexy broad chest, tight abs, his V shape… The water droplets on his body and his wet hair, gosh I want to eat this man.
I looked up to meet his eyes, only to find they've darkened. That's when I realized that my hand had been tracing patterns on his abs, those traitorous things.
I loved the feel of him on my palm, the sound of his quickened heartbeat, his ragged breath. I stood up, my eyes not leaving his, my hand still on his body. I wanted, to touch him to feel him.
'Mine.' Mia whispered in my head. 'Ours.' I whispered back.
My hand moved up, caressing his chest, then moved to pinch his left nipple. "Emily..." he groaned, his voice a husky whisper. I could feel myself getting wet. I licked my lips that suddenly felt dry. "Mm?" I hummed in response.
His eyes darkened even more. I could tell that it took everything in him to refrain himself from doing what I badly wanted him to. I know that I should stop, my mind is telling me to stop but it's like my body is immune to my mind's control.
My eyes moved to his lips and suddenly I missed the feel of his lips on mine. My free hand moved to his face, caressed his jawline then went to rub his lower lip. "Em…" he started.
Fuck the damned mate bond!
My hand went to his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He was quick to respond, kissing me back with the same vigor as mine.
He pushed me back till my back hit the wardrobe door. His half naked body pressed against mine, his hands gripped my waist. I could feel his hard irrection against my stomach, he was so hard for me. I pulled back when we were both out of breath, I wanted to feel him.
My hand slipped inside his towel causing it to drop, I looked at him, I looked for anything telling to stop but nothing did, his eyes had completely darkened with lust. I grabbed his d*** in my hand, goddess his big, huge even.
I started teasing his tip with my thumb, smearing his pre-cum around it. "Emily please." He groaned as if in pain, his voice huskier. He put his hand on the wardrobe above my head and buried his head in the crook of my neck. With my free hand, I pulled him from my neck then in for a kiss. I kissed his jaw, then went to his ear and sucked on his earlobe. "An Alpha should never beg. Alpha." I whispered in his ear.
His eyes darkened even more and I knew that his wolf was about to surface. I pulled him in for another deep kiss, my hand on his cock moving up and down stroking him. He pulled back and buried his head in the crook of my neck, groaning.
His grip on my waist tightened, "Emily I'm close…" he groaned. I sped up my movements. I loved the feel of him in my hand, he was so big, so thick and so hard.
Fuck I am so aroused right now, I want him now and I want him hard, but I know I shouldn't let it reach that far. I'm already risking at this stage. "Fuck…" he cursed then shot his load on my hand.
His face buried in my neck, one hand on my waist and the other above my head, breathing heavily. We stayed like that for a while then he crushed his lips on mine, in all dominance letting me know that this time he was in control.
He kissed me hard sucking on my lower lip, I parted my lips allowing him entrance and he slipped his tongue in. I moaned into his mouth. He then moved to my neck, kissing and sucking on it. He licked the part that he was supposed to mark, making me weak in my knees. I was now dripping wet. All logic went out the window. All I wanted was his massive d*** buried deep inside my dripping p****. I moaned again.
Just as he was about to rip the top of my dress, we were cut off by a knock. Nicholas growled. And just like that, it was as though someone had poured a bucket of ice on my head bringing back the logic that run out the window.
Now I am so screwed, what the fuck did that damned mate bond make me do?