Risky adventure

It was worthwhile back at Ronald's house. He took a great sleep last night and was energized for the rest of the week. He helped his parents at the fields at the early hours, surprising them with his sudden visit in the morning. (They didn't know he came home last night and was sleeping away in his room)

And now, he was all ready and set to go back to the palace, the time scheduled hammered and nailed into his mind.

Today, is the day when he has to appear for a stupid physical test.

And that only meant he will be meeting that damned cousin of hers.

Oh, and not to forget. He has to confront her today and talk to her.

He didn't know talking to a fellow wolf would be this terrifying until now. Especially if your mate is glaring at you from across the room and stabbing the fork repeatedly, furiously even, on the poor potato.

He winced visibly when the stab went deeper this time, finally urging him to look up at those sweet eyes which held nothing but sweetness and love, even if she was loathing and writhing him in her senses.

"...And then is the aptitude test. Hey, are you listening to me??" Gerald waved his hand in front of Ronald's face, effectively cutting the stare off competition between the couple opposite to each other.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I'm here. IQ and aptitude. Got it." He said in broken sentences, looking elsewhere making the king at the head of the table rumble in laughter.

"That's a lot of damage, my son. The sequence is entirely wrong. It's EQ, IQ, decision making and aptitude test in kingship and ruling. Later, after the week you have a royalty test. It's simply the nobleman's checking your Royal poise and manners. And that, is something which is not in my hands."

....right.

His cheeks flush hues of pink and red in embarrassment as he looks down at his lap, playing with the beans and peas on his plate unknowingly.

"I get it now, your majesty."

"Its just us. Call me dad."

"Okay, dad." The conversation cuts short, the atmosphere getting thick very quickly.

His leg endures a painful kick and a stomp of a ridiculously thin pencil type heel, and he couldn't help but yelp in pain. His hand flew up to his hand but the damage was already done.

"What's wro— honey? Where are you going Jane?" The king's direction of words quickly change as he calls for his oh so beloved, satanic daughter.

"It's my fault, father. I'll...I'll go now." He bows respectfully, limping out of the dining room and finally catching up to Jane with long strides.

"Hey shorty wait!"

Oops.

She takes a sharp u-turn, her eyes blaring death and fire which makes him halt instantly, making him take a few steps back even.

"Who the hell is shorty, huh!? Huh!?!" She advances like a beast, earning a squeak from an elemental alpha like himself because what he is seeing right in front of him, is purely beasty.

Her hands clutch around his collar and before he could perceive what was going on, soft lips land on his own, knocking him out of breath in an instant. He visibly relaxes in her touch, hands limp initially by his sides but slowly make it around her figure.

Who was he even kidding?

He could not have survived one day without having her by his side. Or at least, he couldn't stop thinking and imagining stuff about her for a second.

So when the opportunity knocked right at his door and entered blissfully, he took it and kissed her back with an equal fervor.

In the blink of an eye, the were both collapsing on her bed in her princess quarters, him atop her as they kissed the daylights off of each other.

"Good god, woman!" He exclaimed, his mind in a frenzy, scratch that, blown away and eyes dancing between her swollen lips and gleaming eyes.

"I hate you, yes, but I needed you more." She mused and mewled when her neck was attacked all of a sudden. He swiped his nose across her delicate skin, loving how it shined like an apple and oh so welcoming for him to mark her.

"Tell me what you want, baby." He groaned aside her ear, biting and licking her earlobe sensually.

"I—" her words get caught between the gasps when their pelvis grind together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces, they fit against their body frames but the male is too careful to not crush the fragile lady below him.

"Ron— m-mark me, please." She finally frames the words in her foggy mind before she utters them loud and clear.

His heart felicitous, Ronald bites his bottom lip before calming her down with a kiss. He actually feels her tense shoulders fall and her hands no more clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"Its just me. Do you trust me?"

"With all my heart." Is her gleeful response. He kisses her again, this time, grading down towards her shoulders. The light butterfly kisses make her heart and stomach flutter in a funny way, but he is not the one to complain.

She is nervous, he is too, but the heart wants what it wants.

Their hearts want this small barrier to crumble down between them.

And so, Ronald closes his eyes, hiding the red gleaming from his irises as his wolf takes over slightly. His canine teeth grown out half and one inch, the sharpness of the extended two teeth grazing over her neck as he is being the utmost careful one.

Her hands are in his hair, clutching them from time to time as he grinds their hips together to prepare her for what was about to come.

This was never a pleasurable process, especially for the one taking the mark. Sure, its the pride that follows after but the pain is unbearable, overwhelming at times even.

Bracing themselves tightly, he sinks a centimeter swiftly into the space between her neck and her shoulder, the delicate skin breaking and tearing as her loud cries echo in the room.

Jane's body thrashes below him, tears quickly rolling down like diamonds of pain and pride as she claws at his back. She is not far away from tearing his shirt fabric into pieces as he sinks his canines deeper, desperately.

He was almost on the verge of crying himself...

...because he can finally sense a secondary mind inside his own. Pleading for the pain to be finished and release her from the agony.

One painful minute more, and he slowly draws his teeth out before he startles her. There it is.

The angry red mark which will soon turn into a maroon one, a brownish maroon spot which shows the world that Jane belongs to Ronald and no one else.

Her breathing is ragged and sobs die down to soft sniffles, and she smiles up at him.

His own smile unknowingly replies to her through glistening eyes, soon a tear drop cascades down his cheek and he feels guilty at the nasty bloodshed beside her neck.

He did hurt her, didn't he?

"I can hear you..." her soft voice throws him out of his plethora of thoughts, startling him. She smiles, yet again, and she touches his cheek. He dives down again, relishing in her sweet scent but not liking the metallic smell of her blood.

"Shush...I said I can hear you, Ronnie. Stop thinking things like that."

Of course.

Of course...he can hear her too.

Finally.

The frustration of more than a month...and now he can finally hear her, read her thoughts, know her, forever.