Fie Wright's P. O. V

Waking up was another feat I didn't know I had to conquer so soon. The dead-set weight of what I assumed to be my mate draped over me, was enough to make anyone be left starved for oxygen. Oddly enough, the heavy weight felt more of a comfort, a safety, like a child has when they're younger to combat the monsters away that creep in at night. Malleus, my not so little security blanket.

My body desperately whines at me to let out a stretch but a slight shift of a muscle causes my face to flush red as I stop my movement. I don't need to be opening my eyes to take note of the fact that I must have shifted through the night back into my human form; my once soaked clothes now nowhere to be seen since they've shredded to rags and ribbons of mere cloth. The same going for the giant mammoth above me who doesn't seem to waking up any time soon.

Peeling my eyes open slowly, I wince at the bright sunlight that directly penetrates my gaze. The usual splintering of rain no where to be seen or heard as a gentle breeze runs through the air with the sounds of water roaring a few feet away. Alarmingly, a chill runs through me which turns out to be a drastic change from the occurrences of last night when I felt like I'd melt into a puddle of skin and charred flesh. My eyes snap down to my mate, hoping to catch him in his wolf side as one part of me itches to see what his other entity looks like. The one that resides within him. Much to my dismay, the body besides me lacks a bit too much hair to even be considered a mutt with mange as seamless skin replaces fur instead. The disappointment washes away quickly when a wistful smile crosses my lips, my mate sleeping wistfully away with his cheek pressed against my bare stomach as the rest of his body settles between my legs.

A low groan escapes the man intruding my thoughts, the vibrations running throughout the entirety of my body and to one place in particular that has my eyes widening and my stomach clenching, whispers of heat singeing the hair on my body as a flash of delicious torment flows through me. "Fie?" Malleus questions slightly dazed as he blinks, his stronghold tightening against me, the shifting of his body alerting me to another fact.

This fact in particular doing nothing to quell the fire but, instead, adding more fuel to the flame. As all wolves do before shifting, Malleus' clothing also decided to tear itself into shredded nothingness which resulted in him being as naked as the moment he entered this world. My own nudity I could handle even if it meant keeping it away from my mate's gorgeous blue eyes but his own, that was a whole story in its own right that my eyes wanted to lay its feast upon.

"Um." Is all my timidity can let out, ardently watching as the man lets out a resigned sigh. I, myself, pause for a few seconds, letting the situation catch up to my otherwise alert mate. I guess the heat took a look of energy out of him as it did me. Holding your beast back to stop itself from mounting your not so willing mate resigning heavily both mentally and physically. My counting doesn't even reach down to one before the tenseness of muscles is felt all around me. My mate's arms that were wrapped around my waist loosely, now digging into my flesh to an extent that's almost painful to bare. His strong taut shoulders submerged between my bare thighs clench with an unleashed restraint as the wisps of a slow controlled breath is exhaled onto my ticklish stomach.

Don't squirm appears to be my new mantra of the day, especially when Malleus growls lowly once more, the vibrations travelling all through me again which nearly has me throwing my sanity right into the lake besides us.

"Fie," his voice is gruff and filled with an animalistic quality which only further highlights how close he is to losing control.

"Y-yes?" I manage to gasp out, trying my best to hold back the sheer breathlessness in my voice in case it leads his mind down certain pathways which my own mind is already entertaining.

A pregnant pause takes please in between as he physically shudders, his eyes still closed and his jaw clenched tightly as he clamps down on his teeth. "I need you to slide out from under me as slowly as you can. I don't know how long I can restrain myself. I don't want to hurt you." His last words come out in a plea of anguish as I brace myself to make the move. It looks like Malleus is summoning all the strength the world has to offer as he places his palms flat on the ground and lifts his heaving body off of me, eyes clamped shut and the exertion clear as day on his face.

Mimicking his action of his clenched jaw, I try my best not to let my eyes trail down his perfectly sculpted body and to a certain part of his anatomy that I'm sure is hanging closer to the ground then the rest of him. My wolf is a slobbering drooling mess at the back of my mind but thankfully she's too much in a coma induced state to try and force herself forwards.

One second I'm placing my elbows on the ground to slip out from underneath him and the next I'm falling flat back on my bare behind as I strangled gasp leaves me. A once desperate for strength Malleus now peels his eyes open and it's almost as if a switch is flipped. His eyes glance at my face, worry plastered all over his own as he sits up, rigid not with a lack of lust but more so worry for me.

"Fie? What's wrong?" Malleus whispers in an urgent voice, dread filling every inch of his words while I grimace at the uncomfortable feeling coursing throughout my body.

"I-its the remnants of heat," I luckily manage to gasp out, my memory jolting back to a biology class that set out details of the female wolfs heat. The heat itself incredibly difficult to go through, the cramping of your body like that of menstrual cramps on steroids but the aftermath of the entire vexatious circumstances not being that delightful either. My catatonic interlocked limbs now hurting at the joints as my bones struggle to do the simplest tasks of baring my weight let alone moving me about.

The growl that escapes my mate is barely concealed of the disparity he tries to hide. I let out a gentle smile to ease his worried mind which works just a tad as his appealing blue eyes shine just that little bit brighter. Malleus sits up and I don't stop him as he trails his eyes lower. One part of me wanting to stop then and there but the other much wilder side of me, wanting the man to drop his gaze lower. Instead, my gentlemanly King stops at my shoulders as he remembers our prior condition.

"Wh-," I go to speak but clamp my lips shut when he holds a hand up to me, his eyes glazing over as he mind-links with someone unknown to me. A few moments pass before the muted colour returns back to normal, interlocking with mine as a hauntingly beautiful smile mars his face.

"I'm sorry." He rasps out in a deeper than normal voice, the sorrow evident as a despondent sigh parts his lips. Malleus sits up, still in between my legs as he leans back on his knees. I keep my gaze plastered on his face, too focused and worried about the sadness he buries himself in within a split of a second. I make a move to right myself but I halt in place as my joints creak from both pain and strain. Malleus snaps out of his self loathing as he grasps onto my shoulders, stopping me further.

"What are you sorry for, Malleus?" I urge, starting to freak out at the suffocating atmosphere we're delving into. The usually silent man doesn't step out of his comfort zone as he instead grabs me by the waist, sparks erupting where his frenzied touch lays its mark upon my bare skin. My body stops making sounds of protest as I'm placed neatly on his lap, nothing further said as he winds his arms around and burrows his head into the crook of my neck. Every inch of me burns and sparks to life as our naked bodies melt into one another, my chest pressed right up against his while a certain anatomy of his own tries to seek refuge between a crevice created by the two of us.

"I'm sorry." Is all he grunts out once more, fisting my already knotted hair tighter in his grasp, not wanting to let any part of me go. The entirety of the situation catches me off guard since Malleus isn't the most openly expressive man but rather blunt and straightforward with his words. Reaching up, I grasp onto his fist and loosen my strands of hair from his fingers enough so that I can pull my head back. My frown is deep as I lean forward, placing our foreheads together and enjoying how he lets out a deep prolonged sigh.

"I'm alright. None of this is your fault." I mumble slowly, not wasting a second further as I lean back just enough so that our foreheads part and I can press a soft lingering kiss to his temple, much like he's done to me so many times before. It's as if I can feel the anxiety weighing down on him, both him and his wolf not liking the torment I was put through but it's as natural as breathing and there will be more to come if we don't complete the mating bond soon enough.

Arms tighten around me as my mate ventures into the crook of my neck once more, a nearly silent whine ringing throughout the empty area. My lips part as shock consumes me, the great almighty King letting out another whine at his mate's distress.

"Malleus." My own voice comes out in a near whine, both me and my wolf hating the sounds leaving his distressed body. The whine cuts off abruptly and for a second I relax but that goes tumbling out of a window when it's replaced by a threatening growl, the hair on the back of his neck rising as his arms cage me in further, hunching over me. More wolf than man.

The sounds of branches snapping under weight have me raising my hand but Malleus doesn't let me move an inch as he brings my head down. A soft whimper is all I can hear as the growling come to a stop for a few moments just as an unfamiliar scent triggers my senses. There's no cause for alarm, however, since I can already smell it's from a wolf residing in the castle. A lackey of sorts probably here to find the King or leave us our clothes.

"Y-our H-highness. I brought you some clothes." A young boy's voice calls out, the trembling from fright clear in the adolescents tone. Not liking how the boy is so frightened of his King, I land a swift yet light smack to my mate's exposed back who rather comically halts in his threatening growling once more.

"You're scaring the poor boy." I whisper to a disgruntled Malleus who shows no sign of letting me go nor acknowledging the young teen who brought our clothes

"Thank you very much. Just leave them there please." I call out instead, not knowing what the boy looks like nor if he's heard me since Malleus' hand continues to nudge me further into his crevice.

"I-it was n-no problem, My Queen." The boy blurts before scampering off. The sounds of shoes hitting the dirt ground echoing all around us as he hightails it out of there. Not wanting to be in the same vicinity as his slightly unhinged King.

He seems to calm down considerably as he leans back so that our gazes interlock, a frown on his face as he raises a hand to cup my cheek, caressing the soft skin soothingly.

"If anyone dared to slap me, I'd have their neck." Malleus announces, still slightly confused over the scolding he's probably never gotten in the entirety of his life time.

"You come near my neck and I'll bite your fingers off." I joke, mimicking a bitting motion with my mouth, trying my hardest to loosen the situation up. He grants me a small smile before returning my actions of placing a kiss to my forehead. The mere action has me pausing in breath, an all too different fire raging within me. This one coming to life from the same roots as my lust but controlled by my heart and brain rather than nature palling up with my reproductive system.

Malleus leans back, unaware of my trail of thought but getting pulled into it as I reach up to clasp his scruffy jaw in between my palms, my hold unrelenting as my eyes dart down to his plump lips while simultaneously caging my own between my teeth.

Malleus seems to be very vocal today as a pent up groan voices out around us, his arms pulling me in even though there isn't any more room for us to get closer. "Fie. My Queen."

Those two words are enough for the animal within me to let out a rather uncharacteristic purr. My eyes widen in mortification as my wolf purrs further, eager to let our man know just how content he makes us. The wolf that makes me whole not realising that she's not a damned feline getting rubbed the right way. The rumbles leaving the inner of my chest appears to please my mate greatly. Regaining control over myself, I don't let my thoughts sway me like they usually do as I lean even further, close enough till our noses touch. Malleus' lips pull into a tiny smile as he gently nudges my nose in a slow Eskimo kiss, my own mouth parting involuntary at the action.

Thankfully, the man I'm sitting on doesn't need any more invitation as he leans the rest of the way forwards and plants his lips on my own eager ones. A pleased groan slips out of Malleus as I return his kiss with the same amount of vigour. My lips sliding over his own smooth ones, the feel of his scruff against my skin adding to the intensity as my own groan mixes with his. My hands snake around his head to the naps of his neck as I pull at the tendrils of hair there, my mouth parting with increasing ease as his tongue slides in and collides with my own in a frenzy of movement.

I can feel his own arms untangle as they find their way back to my hips, holding them in place firmly as our breath starts to catch. Malleus reluctantly pulls away with my lower lip trapped between his teeth which he nips at lightly for the last time.

My flaming face causes my eyes to remain shut, not wanting to meet his surely amused expression at my lack of experience when it comes to kissing. I know I'll be ultimately crushed knowing someone's had a taste of my mate. The man made solely for me.

Flickering my eyelids open, I'm greeted with what I can only explain as a serene expression. Plump lips swollen and parted, hair a wild disarray as his eyes are glazed over but not due to a sudden mind-link. My gentle caress on his stubbled cheek causes his sight to refocus as his once small smile now brightens to a gentle one. He doesn't waste a single moment as he mimics his previous action of rubbing our noses together. The precious moment causing my heart to swell to double its size as my own lips lift into a smile.

"I hope I wasn't too bad." I joke offhandedly, the comment not entirely being a quip but also a sincere remark just in case I was a complete slobbering mess.

Malleus tilts his head till he's nuzzling my palm, placing a soft kiss to my hand.

"You're the best I've ever had," he murmurs in a gruff voice. Sadly, the compliment isn't as thoughtful as he most probably expected. The thought of any woman laying claim on what is mine causing a growl to build within me which I quell within moments, not wanting him to see the jealous side of me, "You're also the only kiss I've ever had but that's besides the point."

I smile at his words before the meaning of them register in my mind, my eyes turning akin to being bug eyed as I proper myself backwards, nearly falling out of his lap but his embrace cocoons me further into him.

"I'm your first kiss?" I ask astounded, my heart soaring with delight while my wolf howls smugly in the back of my head, nearly blocking out all rational thoughts.

Malleus appears utterly confused now as he furrows his brows and tilts his head to the side, a frown gracing his lips once more.

"Why wouldn't you be?" The question comes out in a tone that insinuates I'm off my rocket for thinking otherwise. I raise my brows and shrug my shoulders in what I hope to be a nonchalant manner.

"You're a King. Alpha of all Alpha's. You know how it goes." Some wolves of our kind don't hold the same values as before as they'd much rather sleep around with other's that aren't their mates. I don't think too much about it since what they do with their lives don't concern me even though I kept myself for my mate. Devoting my prior life to myself and my work, wanting to experience my firsts with my mate. It's usually the Alpha's who are the most eccentric in their exploits, claiming their hormones to be too great to keep at bay so a quick hop in the bed does them a world of good.

The man who I was making out with just a few seconds prior doesn't take too nicely to my words. Seeming to almost look angry with each passing second.

"Am-,"my mate shakes his head as his fingers dig into my hips, "-Am I not your first kiss?" My mouth drops open at his words as I quickly shake my head.

"Of course you are." I mumble almost shyly, scratching the back of my head in an almost sheepish manner. Hoping my lack of experience doesn't deter him in any way. Instead, his tense body goes slack as he placed another gentle kiss to my skin causing my body to hum in appreciation.

"You will be my first for everything. Mates are sacred and there exists no soul without a soulmate. I do not understand how people can even fathom being with someone not meant to be theirs but I would never do that." He swears solemnly, only truth lacing his words as I beam down at him.

"I guess I'll have to stop myself from tearing into every she wolf that's crossed your path." I feign sadness. Malleus finds my joke much more humorous than it is as thunderous laughter escapes him, my own body moving with the force as his eyes squint in a cute manner.

"I wouldn't stop you. It'd be the hottest sight I've laid eyes on." For the second time in the span of a few minutes does Malleus leave me speechless, my jaw unhinging as he makes such an unlike him comment.

"Did I even wake up with the right Malleus?" I mumble mostly to myself. My King seems to slip back into his grumbling, his second skin, as a displeased growl echoes from his chest.

"You're only waking up with this Malleus." He grumbles some more before standing up, still cradling me in his arms as he walks without a care in the world, fully nude. He swiftly strides towards the neat pile of clothes, not letting me down for even a second as he leaned down with me in his arms and grabs our clothes. Instead of letting myself change, he grabs the shirt meant for him and tugs it over my body, the garment like a dress on me as he, rather awkwardly pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants. Myself still placed in his arm like a toddler unable to walk.

"Do you have any plans of letting down?" I question, already knowing the answer.

"Never."

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AN! I updated on time. I'm proud of myself hehe. I sincerely hope that none of you guys are offended by Fie's way of thinking in regards to saving oneself for their mates. The concept of soul mates is obviously different to the situation in this world (sadly they don't exist or do they?) so this isn't me hating on anyone. Just the way a character of mine thinks.

Question: Would you rather be able to read people's mind or make two people fall in love and why?

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