The Gold Queen (Prequel)
The Gold Queen – Chapter 40

Jan 6th, 2000

***Emiliano***

After nearly three weeks of waiting, Karina is finally 18 today and in a few minutes, she would be all mine.

Despite the revelation of our bond, we have yet to mate. I wanted to wait until she was 18 so she could feel the bond too and have no doubts that I belonged to her.

I slept in my own room last night and avoided her like the plague all morning, not wanting to ruin the moment she would realize we belonged to one another. As the sun peeks through the canopy of the jungle, I wait patiently for her to wake and replace the note taped to her door. I had taped a trail of notes and flowers for her to follow, leading her right to me at the mango tree I had picked out. It was a secluded tree where no one would disturb us.

I spent the early hours of the morning decorating the leafless tree with ribbons and photos of us together from our training years. Cassandra put together a picnic basket with breakfast for us and I set up a blanket beside the tree for us to sit on while we eat.

I fidget with my fingers as the minutes crawl by, my anxiousness climbing as I recall Teo’s advice for my first time.

***FLASHBACK***

“Just remember to touch her and to take your time,” he repeats for the third time.“You have to warm up the oven before you stick in your cake-“

“Don’t ruin cake for me,” I warn, shaking my head in slight disgust.

He frowns at me before continuing his lesson. “Anyways…” he says, rolling his eyes. “Touching is important. You won’t get it in if she’s not ready…”

“So where do I…” I glance down at my hands. “you know, touch her?”

“Anywhere she likes,” he shrugs, a smirk on his lips. “But when in doubt, PTA.”

“PTA?”

“p***y. t**s. A*s,” he sighs in annoyance, my face turning bright red from the second hand embarrassment of this conversation. “Emi, there’s no need to be embarrassed. s*x is a normal part of life. It’s a beautiful thing to share with a mate.” He takes a deep breath, leaning back on his chair. “Now, are you familiar with the v****a?”

*** END FLASHBACK***

I hated every second of that lesson, Mateo enjoying watching me squirm in my seat as he detailed the steps to please a girl with just your tongue. I was both fascinated and frightened.

As I think about my next moves, the breeze blows the scent of rosemary through my nostrils, my wolf purring with excitement.

“Mate…” Karina whispers, her eyes filling with tears.

I take in all her beauty. She was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but she was the most beautiful girl my eyes had ever seen.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she rushes into my arms, cupping my cheeks as her lips collide with mine.

“Mine!” She giggles, showering my face in possessive k****s. “Mine! Mine! You’re all mine!” She shouts in excitement.

“I’m all yours,” I laugh, the unmistakable sparks coursing through my body as she k****s me.

I was overjoyed that she now knew what it felt like to have unconditional love for another being. Pure, unadulterated love.

“I’m all yours and you’re all mine,” I sigh, crashing my lips onto hers.

My eager tongue collides with hers as I part my lips to taste her properly. I gently place her on the blanket, her legs bending at the knee as I settle in between them, never once breaking the k**s. My hands have a mind of their own, exploring the curves of her thighs and h**s. Any ounce of fear or nerves disappears as I melt against her, her body shivering beneath my touch. I brush my fingers against her thighs, slowly bringing them to her h**s and lingering at the hem of her shirt. She gasps in delight as I slip my hand under her shirt, tracing patterns on her stomach.

“Make me yours,” She murmurs against my lips.

It was the only confirmation I needed to proceed.

My lips leave hers, traveling down her chin to her collar bones. I feather k****s on her skin, Karina’s body reacting to my every movement. I could smell her arousal growing by the second, her exquisite smell sending Estevan into a frenzy. Karina wore no bra, her pert n*****s poking through her shirt.

p***y. t**s. A*s.

My mouth encloses around the little erect nub screaming for attention, Karina crying out in pleasure as I flick my tongue back and forth over it. I suckle on the peaks, switching between the two to give them both the attention they deserved. Her h**s rock against mine, her cries growing desperate for me. My palm pushes up her shirt as I pull back to help her remove it. I could feel my c**k twitch at the beautiful sight of her perfect bare breasts.

My carnal desires take over and I take her breasts in my hands, holding them up while I lap my tongue around her areolas and suck on her nipples.

“Please…” she whimpers, tugging at my clothes.

She lifts my shirt and I pull it over my head, climbing back on top of her and suckling on her pert little bundles. The sparks feel incredible as our bare skin brushes up against each other. She feels so right beneath me, writhing in pleasure as I continue to tease her breasts. Remembering my training, I move my hand down to her a*s and squeeze her left cheek, a little giggle bubbling in her chest.

When her excitement reaches a climax and my own desires reach their limits, I unbutton her jeans. She helps me, lifting her h**s up as I pull them down. I get on my knees to unbuckle my pants while she finishes removing hers, the fresh scent of her arousal overpowering my senses. She was all I wanted.

I scramble to remove my jeans so that the only fabric on either one of us was our underwear. My eyes travel to her mound, her panties completely soaked in her essence. I was practically salivating, wanting to taste her sweet nectar on my tongue. Her eyes follow the movement of my hands as I brush my fingers against the damp fabric. A tiny whimper escapes her lips as I push her panties to the side.

Mateo had given me an anatomy lesson, the a*****e bringing out an actual biology textbook for my benefit. I had hated him at that moment, but now, I couldn’t be more grateful. As I stare at her oozing slick folds, my fingers trace along the seam of her lips, drawing another m**n from my mate. With careful precision, I push in a finger, replaceing the crevice I wanted with ease. Slipping in another finger, I pump in an out, her ragged breaths matching the tempo of my thrusts. We don’t break eye contact as she whimpers and m***s to the rhythm of my hand. When I feel her walls begin to contract, I slide my fingers up to where I knew her treasure lay. Karina’s head rolls back as I rub her clit, the incoherent sounds that escape her lips driving me close to insanity.

Her hands grip at the blanket, her mouth sucking in a large gulp of air as she grows closer to her climax. Before she cums, however, I cease my movements, climbing on top of her and crashing my lips against hers. Having been robbed of her o****m, she whines into my mouth, grabbing at my hand to finish the job.

“Don’t worry,” I chuckle, moving my lips back to her n*****s. “You’ll c*m soon enough.”

She purrs in ecstasy as I feather k****s between the canyon of her breast, down her abdomen and stop at the top of her pelvis. I carefully remove her panties, her mound oozing with c*m. Our eyes meet as my tongue replaces her weeping slit and plunges into its depth with determination. Karina cries out, my tongue twirling between her folds to lick in her glorious nectar.

My wolf growls in pleasure as her m***s encourage me onward.

“Ahh.. Don’t stop, Emi. Don’t stop!” She pleads, her h**s rocking against my mouth.

I wrap my arms around her thighs to hold her down, my tongue moving in circular motions across her clit before I take the throbbing button in between my lips. A m**n ripples through her body as I nip, suck, and lick her aching bundle with my mouth. Goddess I was ready to explode just watching her lose control of her body.

She trembles as she finally reaches ecstasy, her nails digging into the blanket and her h**s bucking against me. I watch her ride her high, my chest swelling with pride at the beauty of it all. She was so perfect, so beautiful, so entirely mine and mine alone.

I peck her lips as she comes down, her body still vibrating from the aftershocks.

“You okay?” I ask, wiping at the hair matted away to her forehead.

“Yeah…” She sighs in contentment, her fingers pulling at my boxers. “But I think I’m ready for more.”

Her green eyes were dark with l**t as she helps me release my manhood. She stares at the erect rod meant to plunge into her, her eyes widening in concern.

“W-will it fit?” she asks, her voice small and meek as she continues to stare at it.

I peek at her tiny hole and gulp, the confidence I had leaving me on my own.

Would I fit?

“I-I think so…?” I answer timidly, my eyes shifting between my c**k and her p***y.

“O-okay,” she nods. “I-trust you.”

She didn’t know it, but those words meant more to me than anything else at the moment. She trusted me, her Mate.

I settle between her thighs again, crashing my lips against her. She buries her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer, her h**s gyrating in circular motions against my d**k.

Goddess she feels so good.

I grip my girth and line it up with her entrance.

“Ready?” I ask.

She nods, her lips replaceing mine again. Ever so slowly, I push myself between her folds, the walls of her mound gripping my shaft. My mind was on the verge of exploding as I felt my c**k ignite in pleasure at her tightness. Her body suddenly stiffens as I reach a thin barrier.

We both take a deep breath as I push through it, Karina groaning in pain. I stop my movement, kissing her lips.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay,” I reassure her.

I give her a few moments to adjust and move when she gives me permission, pulling out my c**k and pushing it back in. An incredible sensation bursts through me again as I pull myself in in and out of her tiny hole. When I don’t hear Karina anymore though, I stop moving and look up at her.

Her face is beet red as she stares back.

“What is it?” I ask, feeling panic rise in my chest.

Am I doing something wrong? I wonder.

“Emi…” she gulps. “You’re not in me.”

She points down at my c**k and sure enough, it was wedged between the crook of her thigh and her h*p. I had been f*****g her h**s this entire time.

Completely mortified, I am at a loss of words. “I-“

“It’s okay,” she coos, cupping my cheeks in her hands. “You got it right the first time,” she giggles, one of her hands slipping between us.

I hold back a m**n as I feel her fingers wrap around my girth.

“There,” she whispers, lining me up with her entrance again. “Right there.”

I push myself once again between her folds, her walls wrapping around me and coating me in her slick.

“A little higher,” she instructs.

I adjust my body around slightly and begin to thrust, slowly and steadily plunging into her. Her lips part as her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my hair.

A tiny m**n escapes her lips, her back arching in pleasure.

“Oh goddess… Just like that, Emi!” she cries out, writhing beneath me.

I concentrate on my task, gripping her h**s as my pumps increase in speed. Her nails scrape against my back, the mix of pain and pleasure nearly driving me over the edge. My canines ache to pierce her skin, and I finally bury them Into the tender flesh of her neck. She screams in euphoria as her o****m rips through her before sinking her own into my marking spot.

It was too much, my c**k unloading my seed inside her in an instant. We ride our high together, finally belonging to each other in body and soul.

She was all mine and I was all hers…

———

Three weeks later…

She’s been quiet lately, very quiet, and it’s starting to freak me out. Even as I lay in bed beside her, I can feel the anxiousness settle into her muscles.

I don’t like that she thought she would have to deal with whatever she was feeling alone. She had me now. I could help her through it.

I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face in her neck to inhale her scent. It was at that moment that I realized even her scent was different now. She smells of cinnamon.

“What’s wrong, querida?” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. “And don’t lie. I can tell that something is bothering you,” I sigh, nibbling on her ear lobe. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, baby. You’re not alone.”

She hesitates for a moment, her fingers wrapping around one of my wrists and squeezing. She inhales deeply as she nuzzles into my chest.

“I-I’m late,” she murmurs, her heart pounding in her chest.

I don’t understand, but before I can ask for more details, she sits up and reaches for her night stand, pulling out a thin tubular instrument.

I sit up instantly when I see the bright blue letters spelling “pregnancy test” sprawled across the packaging.

“I’m late…” she whimpers, staring at the tube. “I’m late and I’m scared.”

My heart accelerates at the thought of having my own pup. I had given very little thought to being a father, but this new possibility had my mind reeling.

I take the test from her hand and wave it at her. “Take it,” I murmur. “Take it. Whatever the results, we’ll deal with this together. Okay?”

She takes the test back in her hands and nods silently. I walk her to the washroom, squeezing her hand one last time before she disappears behind the door.

The next few minutes are pure torture as we both wait on pins and needles for the results, a million thoughts running through our heads.

When the time is up, neither one of us makes a move towards the door, both equally frozen with fear. Finally, I muster up some courage and take Karina’s hand, guiding her towards the sink where the stick sits.

“You look,” she says, hiding behind me. “I-I can’t.”

I turn to face her, cupping her cheeks.

“Together, baby. We’re in this together.”

She nods again, taking a very deep breath and wiping her eyes. We both turn to face the sink, my heart thumping loudly against the cage of my chest as we peer down at the little screen.

Two lines.

Neither one of us moves or breathes as the news sinks in.

Pregnant. She’s really pregnant…

I collapse onto my knees, my legs no longer able to bear my weight.

“E-Emi?” Karina hiccups, her eyes full of fear. “Emi, please say something.”

Tears line my eyes as I stare up at her.

“Marry me,” I whisper, reaching for her hand and kissing it. “Please…. Please marry me, Karina. Right now. Marry me.”

The fear in her eyes vanishes, replaced by pure joy. She buries her hands in my hair, caressing me as I k**s her flat belly.

“O-okay,” she finally responds, taking my face in her hands so that our eyes meet. “I’ll marry you, Emi.”

Jumping back on my feet, I lift my mate in my arms and spin her around.

“We’re getting married!” I howl. “We’re having a pup!”

———

Feb 27, 2000

***Unknown POV***

The Seer had been quite clever with its riddle but things were slowly starting to make sense.

“Sun of Silver, Not of gold,

Every fourth, they will grow old.

From their mind, their power wreaks

They’re the Savior that you seek…”

As it turns out, the answer was quite simple. Sun of silver was a double entendre. It was a reference to the Moon while also meaning SON of a silver wolf. This wretched child was a one of Moon Goddess’s favored creations.

Once we figured that out, the rest came easy. Silver wolves were far and few, the birth of a new one being big news in the werewolf world. The Sol de Oro Kingdom had but three Silver wolf clans and of them all, only one was expecting a child. As fate would have it, the very Gamma of the Fated Pair would soon have a pup of his own and I was willing to bet the child was a boy.

There was, however, still one piece of the puzzle that we could not figure out

“But be warned, should this child arrive with the leap, the Ivory Twins will soon follow.”

What did this mean? Was this a reference to its possible powers? Could it leap through time and space? Could it soar through the air?

My mind could simply not come to a conclusion. Regardless, one thing was certain: the Child had to die.

I turn to my sister, watching her mix in her ingredients for the potion she was making. She still hadn’t figured out the concoction meant to render the Gold and Silver wolves powerless, but that was of little importance now.

“Is it ready?” I ask, staring at her creation.

She smirks at me, kissing the tips of her fingers in delight.

“Ready,” she purrs, pouring out the potion in a glass. “Long live the Queen.”