PREQUEL: Royal Ancestors
Chapter 9

Arlo took her all the way to the third floor and into his bedroom. If he was going to make and mate with his beloved, it would be in the bed that they would share for the rest of their lives. He carefully set her down and both of them stopped laughing as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Arlo stroked Beatrice’s face, leaning his forehead against hers as they both breathed deeply.

“I love you, Arlo.” Beatrice said, reaching up onto her tippy toes to peck her lips against Arlo’s.

“As I love you, Beatrice.” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and smirked at the reaction he enticed from her body.

Arlo placed his hands on Beatrice’s shoulders and carefully turned her around so her back was to him. He ran his hands down her body, stopping at the base of the ribbon that was criss crossing over her gown to keep it closed. He tugged at the ribbon until the bow came free, then he worked his way up the corset, loosening the string. He returned to her shoulders and slowly slid the dress down her arms, watching as it fell down her body in a rippling wave of fabric.

Beatrice gasped as his hand made contact with her newly bare skin. His hands skillfully moved down her silk slip, teasing the hem before he pulled it over her head. Now all that remained was her underwear, panty hoes, and corset.

“Bloody hell, must you wear so many layers.” Arlo grumbled in frustration which only caused Beatrice to laugh.

The beautiful sound of her giggles filled the room, encouraging Arlo forwards. His hands were clumsy as he fought with the much tougher strings of the corset. He finally wrestled the knot free and yanked out the strings, forcing the corset open. He wrapped his arms around Beatrice as he slid the corset from her body. She began to tremble as her chest was left exposed to a man.

Arlo paused in addressing his mate and turned her in his arms, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he held her face. He pressed his warm lips against hers and his hands began to wonder. They moved down her arms and landed on her waist, the pads of his fingers grazing over her bare stomach. She shivered as goosebumps began to overtake her skin. Arlo moved his mouth down to her neck and began sucking on her marking spot.

Beatrice was eager to see more of her mate so she tugged off his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. Blindly, she started unbuttoning his dress shirt, groaning at the amount of fasteners on the shirt. Arlo chuckled against her neck, sensing her frustration. When she finally got the shirt open, she tugged it off his arms, forcing the fabric over his biceps. Beatrice looked over his chiseled chest, running her fingers over his abdomen and pecs.

Arlo growled at the skin to skin contact from his mate, yanking her towards him so her breasts were pressed against his chest. He pressed the palms of his hands against her bare back and moved her towards the bed. Her legs hit the baseboard of the bed and her knees gave out, causing her to crash onto the bed. She gasped and Arlo released her mouth.

He stepped back and looked over his mate with desire. He trailed his hand from her face and down her neck, dragging it between her breasts and to her stomach. He pushed against her and she laid back against the mattress, her wide hazel eyes locked on his. Arlo’s hands moved to her waist and he started to unroll her panty hoes. He kneeled in front of her as he pulled the sheer tights from her legs.

He picked up her leg and sat her foot on his shoulder, running his hands up Beatrice’s smooth leg. She threw her head back against the mattress and moaned as Arlo’s mouth began to plant kisses up her leg. Once he was satisfied with her right leg, he moved on to the left one. When his mouth reached her knee, he stood up between her legs and crawled on top of her. He braced himself on his elbows as he hovered over his mate’s precious body.

“You are the most beautiful, stunning, and sexy woman to have ever been created.” He purred before kissing Beatrice.

Beatrice gasped as his mouth found its way down to her breasts, leaving love bites on her mounds. She moaned when he began to suck on her nipples, fisting the bedsheets in her hands as she forced her body to lay still.

Arlo continued to worship her body, moving his mouth down to her stomach and across her belly button until he was, once again, settled between her legs. He chuckled at Beatrice’s expression when he threw her legs over his shoulder.

“Relax, my love.” He whispered before covering her sex with his mouth.

Beatrice cried out in pleasure as his tongue began to move in and out of her sweet spot. She started to wither under him and he had to grip her hips to keep her still. As she chased her high, her hips started rocking against his face and his tongue moved faster inside of her.

“Arlo!” She cried out his name as she finished and blushed when he looked up at her with a smug expression.

He undid his belt and kicked out of his pants and undergarments before crawling back on top of his mate’s body. Her hooded eyes lustfully trailed over him, settling on his member. Beatrice gasped and felt her eyes widen as she looked at him intimately. Arlo laughed as he covered her body with his, kissing her swollen lips again. Beatrice felt as his excitement rubbed against her thigh.

“Tell me that I can make you mine, my Queen?” Arlo whispered, nibbling on Beatrice’s earlobe.

“Y…yes, my King.” She trembled.

Arlo moved his hand between her legs and started rubbing her sex. He smiled as his mate withered and moaned under him. Arlo put his hand on Beatrice’s knee and spread her legs apart for him while he positioned himself at her entrance.

“This is going to hurt for a moment, my love.” He told and she nodded, biting her bottom lip.

There was worry in her eyes but she trusted her mate with her life.

“Are you ready?” He asked and she nodded again, “I need you to stay the words, Beatrice.”

“I’m ready, Arlo.” She whispered.

In one swift motion he entered her and she gasped, pinching her eyes closed in pain and gripping his biceps. Arlo froze to allow Beatrice time to adjust to his size.

Arlo leaned forward to kiss her and felt her flinch at the friction. He kissed away her tears and cupped her face,

“Do you want to stop?” He asked and her eyes snapped open. She shook her head,

“No, I’m okay.” She smiled at him and started wiggling her hips.

Arlo hissed at her movements and felt like he was already about to finish. She giggled at his reaction and he smirked.

“Oh, my dear.” He teased her, nipping at her bottom lip.

He started to slowly move in and out of her, waiting until her winces turned into moans of pleasure before he picked up the pace. In no time at all, she was moving her hips in time with his and they were both nearing their release.

Beatrice gasped as she finished, her walls clenching around Arlo’s member. Arlo’s eyes turned black and his canines extended before he buried them into her marking spot. She cried out again and this time Arlo released himself inside of his mate.

Arlo pulled out of his mate and rolled over so he was laying beside her on the bed. They were both breathing deeply and Beatrice’s eyes were growing heavy. Arlo wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, her head resting on his chest.

“I love you, my dear.” Arlo said, kissing the top of her head.

“I love you.” Beatrice mumbled, sleep already overtaking her body.

A few hours later, Arlo stirred in his sleep and awoke to replace his mate still sprawled out on his chest. He smiled down at her and began running his fingers through her hair. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found such a strong and beautiful mate, one that exhumed grace and power. He was truly blessed.

Beatrice’s face scrunched up and she mumbled in her sleep. Arlo reached down to kiss her forehead before carefully slipping out of bed. He went into the bathroom to begin cleaning up for the celebration that was about to begin. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was combing out his hair when he heard movement from inside his room. He walked out of the bathroom just in time to see Beatrice’s naked body emerge from the bed.

She blushed as soon as she saw Arlo and scrambled for the quilt, wrapping it around herself.

“I imagine that Helena will come knocking soon.” Arlo chuckled at her, “It’s soon time for the party.”

“Is it?” She gasped, glancing towards the window. Her eyes widened when she realized that the sun was beginning to set.

“Come here.” Arlo ordered with a playful tone, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her against him.

He tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled, ducking his head to plant a warm and passionate kiss upon her lips.

“I love you so much, my dear.” He purred in her ear.

“I love you.” Beatrice agreed, shivering as his nose grazed against her new mark.

“I shall see you soon, yes?” Arlo asked, moving back so he could look into her eyes.

“Of course, where else would I be?” Beatrice giggled.

“I am just hoping that my Queen does not try to make a run for it.” Arlo smirked and Beatrice shook her head at him.

“I am stuck here now, aren’t I?” She teased, showing him her mark.

“You wound me, mate.” Arlo put his hand over his heart like he was in pain.

“Oh, my strong king, I think you’ll survive.” She laughed before wiggling out of his grip and scurrying towards the door before he could recover.

Beatrice knew that now she had no choice but to ascend to the second floor in nothing but the king’s quilt. She cursed herself for being so stupid and running out of the room with her dress. She hurried down the steps and prayed that no one was wandering the second story corridors. Of course, she had no luck.

“Oh my, my, my. Look at our dear Queen.” Maddy was grinning at Beatrice, holding back a laugh.

Steffy on the other hand was doubled over with laughter.

“Oh enough you two.” Roxie rolled her eyes and smirked at me, “Nice quilt. Do you plan on wearing it to the celebration?”

“No.” Beatrice grumbled.

“Then I suggest you get your royal behind into that room so we can get you dressed. You have no time at all now.”

Beatrice sighed and sulked off to her guest room like she had just been scolded by a parent. She yanked open the door and saw that Helena was already inside with the party gown ready to go.