Fabio returned from his morning run that same day feeling partly refreshed and partly restless, as he had been since yesterday.
The morning was bright and the air was cool, but the feeling deep in his bones just wasn't right. Fabio was no fool—he knew exactly what he felt.
Even while he sprinted through the palace grounds in wolf form, he couldn't turn his mind off from it. The lust he felt. Just pure, wild, unadulterated lust for a certain fiery-haired woman who usurped the place of his true wife. Not matter how fast he ran, trying to clear his mind, he just couldn't forget how tight and pliant she felt when he held her open and fucked her. How her green eyes, wide and innocent, had stared into his, trusting and hoping he wouldn't stop going. How her moans reverberated throughout the quiet room, reaching a feverish pitch as he pounded into her over and over…
Fabio burst into his room and ripped off his sweat-soaked shirt, tossing it in a nearby basket.
This woman was fucking with his mind. Yes, that had to be the only answer because why else would he be thinking about someone else who wasn't the love of his life? It had to be the bond. Or the sex. Or both.
Fabio paced the room restlessly, hands running through wild, shoulder-length raven hair. He'd taken a few steps back and forth when he looked down and realized he was sporting a painful hard-on.
Fuck, Fabio thought, this is highly inconvenient.
Nonetheless, he stripped completely and walked into the bathroom, turning one of the many shower nozzles to its coldest ice bath settings. He stood there for minutes, leaning against the glass walls and letting the cold water run down his face and hair.
And if he stroked himself, coming mere seconds later to the memory of Giselle's moans, that was between him and his judgemental wolf.
***
Much later that afternoon, after a tedious meeting with the Captain General and the Financial Treasurer, Fabio was worn out. When he rose to become the 7th King in the Castille 200-year dynasty, he knew he had big shoes to fill, particularly with his father's death on his 16th birthday.
Fabio had always known he would someday ascend the throne but it always seemed like sometime in the far future. With one tragic accident, reality struck much sooner than he'd ever imagined and now his daily routine is now reduced to meetings with members of the Court, councilmen, village heads and the likes of them.
After a few words with Adrian, his advisor, he'd officially finished duties for the day and headed back to his chambers for some much needed rest until dinner.
He couldn't help but look at the door at the opposite end of the hallway.
It was still surreal to him; he was now well and truly married and his actual wife was in there.
What did she do today?
What was she doing right now?
Fabio was moving down the hallway before he even knew it, stopping at the door to give the quietest knock.
"Come in." He barely heard her say it before he pushed the door open.
She was sitting on the plush four poster bed with silk canopy drapings strewn over it. Her usually tied up hair was left wild and long over her shoulders and she was wearing a simple cotton dress. In other words, she looked like sin. At least in Fabio's eyes.
His core pulsed with desire but he pushed away that traitorous want.
She rose to her feet, put down the book she was holding and nodded respectfully, her eyes fixated on the carpet.
"Good evening, your Majesty."
Fabio gave a curt nod, "How was etiquette class? Did you at least show up?"
Giselle blinked, but her face didn't give away much, "Yes, my King."
"Hmm." He moved across the room in slow, deliberate steps, stopping at the open window, "You seem sensible enough. Almost enough to convince any weak mind." he mumbled, but loud enough for her to hear.
"I did promise to do my best as your queen."
Fabio almost laughed aloud, "As my 'queen'. Is that why you keep enticing me with the bond?"
The red-haired woman cocked her, perplexed.
"I-I'm not sure I understa–"
"Oh, you understand just fine, dear wife." Fabio looked at the peaceful evening sky outside, a contrast to the war boiling inside of him, "You keep pulling on this accursed bond, forcing me to come to you…"
Even from across the room, looking outside the window, he could sense her innocent confusion, could even feel her forehead wrinkle if he concentrate. Gods, why did it have to be her? The pull of the bond has been driving him crazy all day. It was foolish of him to enter the lion's den so to speak, but now here he was—inadvertently alone with her in a room reeking with her delicious scent.
Fuck.
Fabio took one last gulp of air, enough to fill his lungs with her honeysuckle essence for days then marched across the room. He stopped in front of the foot of her bed where she stood, staring up at him. He was a good three feet and a half taller than her, even dwarfing her in size and sheer muscle.
Every ounce of his mind, wolf and soul begged him to pounce on her. Just once, they said.
He already did, last night to be exact.
But he wouldn't mind doing so twice.
They were, after all, well and truly married.
It was their marital duty as wife and husband, wasn't it?
Besides, if he tried it again, it may open his eyes to how vile she truly was and this maddening want would vanish into thin air. Right?
His hands wandered to her hair where it pooled over one almost bare shoulder, tracing its wavy lines and stopping just shy of her breasts.
She sucked in a shaky breath, her eyes never once leaving his. He could hear every breathy inhale and exhale; it felt like the room was engulfed in flames and they were right there in the middle of it all. They wordlessly stared at each other for a moment, holding each other's gaze with Fabio's being particularly piercing—he was practically penetrating her with his eyes.
Giselle blinked and looked down the carpet again. The King could see the rising flush of redness on her cheeks and neck. A feeling of triumph rushed through him, his wolf gleeful that they managed to do that.
"M-my King–why are–"
"Get on the bed."
Her eyes shot up.
"P-pardon?"
Fabio's darkened gaze promised danger and other inappropriate things Giselle couldn't say out loud. The way his eyes fluttered to her chest told her exactly what he meant. Wetness trickled down her pussy, soaking her panties as she squeezed her legs together, trying to keep it in. But it was already too late. Fabio's nose flared as he sniffed up her arousal heavy in the air. A glance down at her tightly folded legs told him everything he needed to know.
He let out a low, rumbling growl that made her leak even more.
"On the bed." He grunted. "Now."
Giselle scrambled to obey, her legs kicking up the plush mattress but he didn't let her get far, holding her hips in place until she was firmly stationed with her backside perfectly lined up with his hardening member.
"Hips up." He ordered, pressing down on her spine. His fingers dug into her waist as he helped Giselle tilt all the way up until her front was completely plastered onto the bed and her bottom was in the air. He then pushed her dress up and peeled off her underwear, leaving her exposed, waiting for him.
When he was done with his handiwork, he took a step back to admire it, cursing under his breath. It was a sight to behold; she was glistening, dripping with slick and completely at his mercy.
Fabio fondled the voluptuous flesh, spreading her butt apart to create more room for his finger to trail through. He could hear her breath hitch as he did so and, as much as he wanted to pretend she wasn't there, his mouth couldn't help but water everytime she canted her hips back to push into his fingers.
"So fucking desperate."
She whimpered, her fingers squeezing around the duvet.
Her pussy was shining wet, just begging him to slobber and suck into it like a damned dog.
And that's exactly what he did.
Fabio closed his eyes and latched on to her pussy, at first gently coaxing her open with his tongue. It tasted like heaven on earth; as tempted as he was by the bond, even he had to admit how fucking good she tasted. He nibbled on her clit, ignoring her muffled cries as he buried his face further into her pussy.
"F-fabio…please, please, 's too much.. I'm gonna–ahh!"
Fabio opened his eyes just in time to see her small fists curl into the pillow and her other hand desperately crushing his fingers on her hip.
She came just like that, grinding back into his eagerly open mouth while grasping at his hand. With his tongue against her, he could feel her clit pulsate with every pleasurable wave of her orgasm and sucked on it, taking it firmly between his lips.
"Oh-ohh!"
She went wild—screaming her head off as he coaxed yet another orgasm out her. Slick squirted onto his face, her pelvis jutting up and down at the sensation yet he kept his tongue firmly pressed in her hole, lapping up her fluids and grunting for more.
Fuck, he just couldn't get enough. It wasn't even enough anymore to just bury his tongue in her heat. He wanted to take he just like this, on and on and on just as he wished until her voice went raw from screaming his name.
"Turn around." He growled, barely a whisper. "On your knees."
Giselle fell to the carpet, biting back another moan as he bunched up her long hair in one hand and pulled her head back to gaze up at him.
In one quick movement, he undid his belt buckle and his cock was freed from its confines with a wet slap on his abdomen.
He moved quickly, stroking in hastened, desperate motions with heavy breaths. Dark long hair fell around his face, damp with sweat but for some reason his eyes never left her face, never imagined another. Her eyes were glazed over, teary but stayed focused on him, only him. And, gods, those soft luscious red lips. He'd sworn to only kiss the lips of the woman he loved but hers truly tempted him. He could only imagine how sweet they would taste if he dared to kiss them, how tight they would feel against his cock…
"Shit…shit…shit!"
Fabio came with a hiss, his hips lurching with each wave of pleasure as he came all over her face. His muscles seized up and all tension seemed to roll through his body and into what felt like the longest orgasm ever.
Just the sight of her on her knees, staring up at him with those glassy green eyes made his legs quiver.
When his senses finally returned to him, he was still towering over her, his arms on either side of her face as he leaned into the bed. She was staring at the carpet, though, not at him. Whatever pleasure he'd felt earlier had completely washed away and replaced with repulsion at himself for letting it happen.
Again.
With a groan, he turned away to redo his pants and grab a rag from a nearby basket.
"Here." He tossed the rag at her without another look, "Clean yourself up."
He didn't look to see if she did so, if she wanted his cum sitting all over her face that was her problem not his.
"Tomorrow, you will meet my sister, the Grand Princess Leandra and her husband, Javier," He informed coldly, "You will do your part to look presentable as my… supposed queen and then shortly after, you will be officially introduced to the Court."
He looked back to the floor where he'd expected her to be kneeling but she was now sitting on her bed, an unreadable expression on her face.
Fabio wanted to figure it out for some reason. He wanted to understand it all, piece her together like a puzzle to solve then pull her apart again.
He let out a tired exhale, pushing stray hair from his face.
"Also, there will be a Grand ball in about a fortnight from now. At the celebration I will announce you as…my queen–" his voice cracked at the end of the sentence to which he sighed again.
Giselle had the grace to look remorseful. Fabio wondered if she truly regreted all that her and her family had done. Of course not, he thought. A leopard cannot change its spots overnight after all. If someone had told him a few months ago that he'd be standing here trapped by marriage and soulmate bond to the wrong twin while his true love eloped with a stableboy, he would have laughed at the thought of it. Yet here he was, living the grim reality.
"–but don't worry, I will still keep to my promise. Although you will remain a useless figurehead in Montegnera, your family will get to keep their titles and lands. And you..you can get everything you wanted."
Her face fell at his words, "B-but that's not what—Fabio, I'm truly sorry for–"
The apology died in her throat when she met Fabio's intense glare.
"Your words mean nothing to me, omega." He spat. "I do not wish to hear them."
With that, Fabio turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Giselle's crestfallen face was engraved in his mind but try as might, he couldn't purge it and even worse, a part of him wanted to care.
He had gone into her room to fuck her bewitching hold on him out of his soul and left feeling worse than he had been before.