The Gold Queen (Prequel)
The Gold Queen – Chapter 47

November 18th, 2000

***Mateo***

A pair of fingers brush up against my shoulders, sparks tingling beneath their touch. Tiny k****s are pecked onto my skin and a shy tongue explores my body’s curves.

“Teo,” Sofia whispers, her voice full of mischief. “Teo, wake up.”

I shake my head, curling up with my pillows and groaning.

“Five more minutes,” I mumble, shutting my eyes tighter.

I feel Sofia climb out of bed and giggle.

“I guess you don’t want your birthday present,” she teases, her seductive voice forcing my eyes wide open.

I sit up in bed to replace Sofia standing at the foot of the bed, lace baby doll lingerie hanging off her perfect body.

Every part of me is awake now and I watch as she prances toward the dresser to collect a tray with breakfast on it.

“See anything you want to eat?” She smiles innocently at me as she presents me with a tray loaded with huevos, frijoles, y salsa.

The answer was too easy.

“You,” I smirk, the delicious scent of her arousal overpowering my nostrils.

I place the tray of food on the nightstand and pull her into me, a laugh bubbling in her belly as she straddles my lap.

I take her lips in mine, kissing her as my need grows stronger. My tongue dips into her mouth, joining hers for an erotic dance while my hands grip her thighs. Brushing my fingertips against the fabric, I slip my hands underneath her dress and make my way to her core.

I’m disappointed when I replace the thin fabric of her thong blocking her entrance and begin to pull her panties down when she stops me.

“No,” she giggles against my lips. “You have to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I growl. “I want you now.”

My wolf whines as she pushes me back a little and climbs off my lap, my body missing hers. She skips over to the stereo and a sexy trumpet breaks the morning quiet. She turns back to me, a seductive smile on her lips as she sways her h**s back and forth. Sofia tiptoes towards me to the beat of the music, leaning close to my face so I could feel her hot breath on my skin. My eyes lock on her lips and I lean forward to steal a k**s, but our lips never meet as she pulls back just before they do. Slowly, she spins around so that her cute a*s is in my face and she bends over, her hands caressing her ankles and sweeping up her body. I reach for a touch but she spins around again, my fingers just barely grazing the lace of her dress. Her messy hair fans her face and her golden eyes darken with l**t and mischief as she looks at me.

My skin flushes with heat as I watch her slowly slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders, her breasts threatening to break through their lace prison. Enjoying that she now had my full and undivided attention, Sofia pulls up the skirt of the dress a little for me to see her tiny thong. I growl at her, wanting her to take it off now, but she just grins, relishing in the power she has over me. I would make her pay dearly for teasing me.

Completely mesmerized, my eyes follow her fingers as they gently tug at the fabric between her breasts, exposing the twin peaks for me to view.

Luis howls with desire for his mate, needing her now more than ever. I lick my lips as I watch her boobs rise and fall with every breath she takes, eager to have them in my mouth. The remainder of the dress falls to the ground around her ankles, Sofia standing before me in just her tiny white thong.

My breath grows ragged as I watch her dance for me. Unable to control the urges any longer, I jump to my feet and lift her into my arms. She giggles excitedly as I toss her on the bed and climb on top of her. I feather k****s on her neck, Sofia moaning with delight as my hands play with the waistband of her thong. I savor the taste of her skin as I make my way down to her navel. I feel her eyes watch me as I bite the fabric of her thong and begin to pull it off with my teeth, showering her thighs and legs with k****s as I work. She lifts her feet up for me and I pull the thong over her heels and past her toes.

I gaze back at her body, memorizing every perfect curve as she blushes.

“Like what you see?” she laughs, spreading her legs out for me.

I climb on top of her again, wedging myself between her thighs and burying my face in her neck.

“Mine!” I growl, nibbling on her mark.

She m***s again, wrapping her legs around mine. I’m busy licking and sucking on her jaw when I’m suddenly flipped on my back, Sofia now on top. An intoxicating power radiates off of her and I decide to let her take control. Her lips descend on mine, devouring me until my lungs burn for air, her hands pinning mine to the bed.

She pulls away, lightly pecking my skin as she makes her way down my chest to my torso. She stops when she reaches my boxers, placing her hand on my hard lump and rubbing it slowly. Anticipating her next move, I push up on my elbows to watch as she pulls back my boxers, my c**k springing up to attention.

Wrapping her fingers around my girth, Sofia gently pulls and twists up and down my shaft, paying special attention to the head. A bit of pre c*m oozes from the slit and I g***n when I feel the tip of her tongue slide across the tiny opening.

Her teasing tongue swipes back and forth around my tip, heat building up in my body. I let out a m**n when I feel her lips wrap around the head, the tightness of her mouth sending tingles down my spine. She pulls me out with a loud slurp and takes me in again, my c**k hitting the back of her throat this time. Tears fill her eyes as she repeats the process, taking me in and pulling me out. My hand flies to the back of her head, guiding her along my shaft until I was practically f*****g her mouth. She took every inch willingly, my body reacting to the flicks of her tongue.

My chest begins to tighten as my climax draws near.

“Just a little more, baby,” I hiss, pushing myself into her at a desperate speed.

My entire body stiffens as I elevate to a higher plane of pleasure, glorious spurts of my seed sliding down her throat. She hungrily drinks me in, licking up my shaft to get every last drop of my cum.

I lay flat on my back, riding out my o****m when I feel Sofia straddle me between her thighs, lining up her weeping folds with my rod. I let out a soft m**n as she impales herself with me, the tightness of her walls unreal and perfect. I could feel every crevice of her core, the pleasure lighting up my body like a fuse. Every bounce draws an incoherent sound of delight from her lips and soon our panting m***s and the slapping of our skin drown out the sultry trumpet still playing in the background.

“Happy birthday, my love,” she m***s, riding me like the s*x goddess she was.

We’re overcome with exhaustion by the time I finish receiving my birthday gift and decide to stay in a little late to recover from our morning workout.

Around noon, Sofia and I hop in the shower for a second round of birthday gifts, Sofia and her tongue working overtime to please me.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, she stands on her tippy toes and reaches for my eyes to cover them with her hands.

“Bend over,” she huffs, her tiny fingers just barely covering my cheeks.

“Yes ma’am,” I laugh, bending slightly for her to reach. “But please, be gentle. I’ve never done this before.”

She smacks me over the head but I see the smirk on her lips.

“Keep playing stupid and I will bend you over,” she whispers.

“Promises, promises,” I reply with a smirk, stealing a k**s from her luscious lips.

“Close your eyes,” she instructs and I do as she says.

She guides me down the hallways and the stops to push open a pair of doors.

“Open them, mi amor,” she murmurs, pecking my cheek.

I open them slowly and smile when I see my family gathered around outside in the garden. The smell of carne asada and burning charcoal fills the air. The garden is decorated with balloons and streamers while a few tables are set up for the meal. There’s a large birthday cake on one of the tables, accompanied by lots of birthday gifts from my aunts and uncles.

“Feliz Cumpleaños!” They shout, Emiliano pulling out a confetti popper.

Confetti rains down on me, little Chavita bursting into tears at the strange and loud sound.

“Ay, Emi!” Karina snaps, smacking her husband.

“Ay ven aqui, chamquito {Aw, come here little one},” I smile at the child, extending my arms out to him.

Fat tears roll down his cheeks as he reaches for me. I wipe his face and k**s his chubby cheeks.

“Qué te hacen? Eh? Te espanto tu papi? {what did they do to you? Did your Daddy scare you?}?” I coo.

Chava pouts as more tears stream down his face and I rock him back and forth to soothe him. I walk over to Emi and smack him over the head, Chava bursting into laughter.

“Malo Papi,” I laugh as I smack Emi again, Chava imitating me. “Bad Daddy. Very bad Daddy.”

Chava giggles as I beat his dad, Emi glaring at me as I enjoy hitting him. Thoroughly pleased with myself, I walk over to the cake, pointing at the candles for Chava to see.

My family begins to sing Happy birthday as I bounce Chava up and down to lift his spirits again. When the song is over, I lean down with the boy towards the cake and blow out my candles.

“Yay, Chava! We did it!” I clap, everyone else clapping with me.

Chava reaches for the cake and I scrape a little frosting on my finger and place it on his nose. His chubby fingers wipe it off his nose and he begins to eat it. Fully entertained, I hand my nephew back to Karina.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mijo,” My mother smiles as she hurries over to hug me.

I’m nearly crushed by my mother as she smothers me with k****s but I’m glad she is here and hug her back. My father, a man of few words and emotions, offers a congratulatory pat on my back. I don’t mind his lack of words. I wouldn’t know how to respond anyways.

Valentina is next to congratulate me but her swollen belly makes it hard for her to reach her arms around my waist.

“I don’t think you can get any bigger, Vale,” I laugh, placing a hand on her stomach, hoping to feel a kick. “You look about ready to pop!”

She glares at me. “Did you just call me fat?”

Suddenly, I feel the life growing inside her kick against my hand, as if defending it’s mother’s honor.

“Woah, quite the kick there,” I smile, happy to see my sister growing up so beautifully.

She was almost 3 months along now and the size of a house. Danny, my beta, was very protective of her and had temporarily stepped back from his role to take care of her. I didn’t mind, though. I was glad Valentina had someone to protect her at a time like this.

We had not heard from Julian and the Estrella del Monte Kingdom since I had him removed from the Alliance, and it was unnerving. Julian did not strike me as a quiet type. He was bound to attack.

“We have a little soccer player in there,” Danny laughs, hugging Valentina from behind and kissing her cheeks. “My Dieguito will make the equipo nacional {National team}, just you wait,” he adds, his chest swelling with pride.

“Diego, huh?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, just like his abuelito,” Danny smirks.

“I like it,” I shrug.

“We weren’t asking,” Valentina huffs, Danny holding her tighter to keep her from gauging my eyes out.

Sofia comes up behind me, taking my hand and leading me down to our seats for lunch. As we sit to eat, Chava once again bursts into tears when Karina refuses to give him more frosting. Determined to be the best uncle in the world, I concentrate on little Chava and gently lift him out of Karina’s arms so that he floats in the air.

Chava immediately stops crying, shocked by the sudden change in height. His eyes look around aimlessly for an explanation and we laugh at his reaction. I slowly bring him to me and he lands in my arms with a giggle. He waves his arms around, wanting to go up again. I toss him up, Karina gasping in the background as he floats in the air and gently glides into my arms.

Now a happy little camper, I sit Chava on my lap and load a spoon with beans and bring it to his mouth. He spills some on his chin but eats nonetheless. I make airplane noises as I feed him and before long the tiny toddler is full.

“Y-you look good with kids,” Sofia whispers under her breath, a slight blush on her cheeks as she picks at her food.

My heart begins to flutter as I stare at my beautiful wife who squirms in her seat.

“Should we make one tonight then?” I ask, her face turning bright red.

Completely speechless, she just stares at me with her golden orbs, her mouth hanging slightly open. I lean over and steal a k**s, her face now competing with a fire truck. Emiliano comes to collect his happy son, and I take my wife out to the dance floor.

“Teo, you know I can’t dance,” she protests as I place my arms around her waist. “And there are people watching!”

A banda starts to play and I begin to guide her through the steps.

“But it’s my birthday,” I pout, spinning her around as the drums pick up speed.

She doesn’t give me any more grief as the makeshift dance floor fills with people. After a few songs, I decide to give her a break. Sofia goes off to play with Chava for a bit to let Emi and Karina have a turn on the dancefloor, while I supervise the grill.

I feel a pat on my shoulder and turn to replace my father standing beside me.

“Twenty four, huh?” he chuckles to himself, flipping over a roasted onion on the grill. “Feel old yet?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, looking over at my wife as she plays with Chava in her lap.

A quiet settles between us as we watch her bounce him up and down, showering his cheeks with k****s.

“She’s afraid isn’t she?” he asks.

I heave a heavy sign and close the grill. “She’s trying not be… and that’s all I need right now.”

“That’s quite mature of you,” he says quietly. “Although I get the sense you’re afraid too.”

I study my shoes for a moment before I respond. “There’s just a lot going on at the moment. We have the vampires who have suddenly gone quiet and there’s rumors Julian has taken over Luna Mayor.” I shake my head as I add it all up in my head. “Maybe it’s just not the right time for us.”

“There is never really a right time for kids,” he sighs. “I was scared shitless the day you came. The War with King Reyes was only just ending and there were so many things I had to take care of. My pack, the business. I wasn’t sure it was the right time to be having kids.”

He falls silent again, bending over to grab two beers from the cooler and popping them open with the tongs.

“But then I looked down at you in your mother’s arms…” he says quietly. “And I knew I wanted nothing more than to be your father.”

Unsure how to respond, I remain quiet.

“My father…was never good with words,” he adds sheepishly. “I guess I never was either…” He turns to look at me, his grey eyes a bit shiny. “But I am proud of the man you have become… I could try to take credit for that… but it would be a lie. You’ve always been so determined, so headstrong. And I could die happy now knowing my son stayed true to himself and didn’t let an old man like me bring him down…. I’m sorry I ever did.”

I wipe the tears that line my eyes, refusing to look at him, and nod. My father and I had never seen eye to eye and for so long I thought he hated me.

“Eres mi orgullo Mateo {You are my pride},” he sighs, taking a drink. “You have never failed me… So don’t fail yourself. Don’t let fear get in the way of your happiness with Sofia.”

As I think up a response, my mother’s favorite song begins to play and she whisks my father off to the dance floor.

I replay his words over and over again for the remainder of the night and as the sky darkens, I search for my wife.

“Teo, what is it?” she asks when I corner her by the fountain.

I crash my lips against hers, pouring my heart and soul into our k**s. Her body instantly relaxes and her fingers bury themselves in my hair.

“What was that for?” she giggles when she pulls away.

“Let’s have a baby,” I pant, taking her lips with mine again.

Much to my annoyance, she presses her hands against my chest. “W-what?”

“Let’s have a baby,” I repeat myself, staring into her eyes so she knows I mean it. “Let’s not wait anymore. I love you and I’m tired of replaceing excuses for why this shouldn’t happen. We’re together, we’re strong, and I will fight with my last breath to keep you safe.”

“Teo-“

“I mean it, Sofia,” I interrupt her. “No more waiting. Just you, me, and every gift the Moon Goddess blesses us with.”

She stares at me, uncertainty lingering in her eyes.

“Teo, we’re leaving,” my mother’s voice interrupted.

I refuse to take my eyes off of Sofia as I wait for her response.

“Teo!” My mom snaps, demanding her goodbye k**s.

I g***n, turning to her and kissing her cheek. “Okay bye.”

“Mateo, you come here and say goodbye properly!” She huffs, stomping her foot.

I roll my eyes but k**s her goodbye again. “Adios mama.”

She smiles, pleased with herself before walking towards my dad and heading for the driveway. I turn my attention back to Sofia, my heart in my throat as I wait for her response.

“Please, Sofia. Let’s do this,” I plead. “Please…”

“Okay,” she breathes, nodding her head.

“Okay?” I ask, my heart on the verge of bursting.

She nods her head, tears filling her eyes and a smile tugging on her perfect lips. Elated, I lift her up and spin her around, shouting with joy.

We’re going to do this! We’re really going to do this! I think to myself.

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion goes off in the distance, followed by screams.