28

A sick sense of pride comes over me from Chantria. We won the challenge, although for the main part we were watching how he moved to gauge how he fought. Most of the moves the rogue pulled were considered dirty tricks, as no one with any length of training would pull. The rogue was more feral then thought with his wolf spirit controlling him rather then the human side.

Cohen has lead me to the house, where I am currently sitting in a chair in the lounge room. Zalia and Kaida both have been fussing over the fact I went through with the challenge. As where Cohen has been more on the quiet side.

Within in no time, Czar and Malik walk through the door informing us that Charles is in the special cell he won't be leaving. In much thanks to Czar he informed Zalia that as Queen, I could not just dismiss the challenge because it could show all the other wolves that I could be weak and it helped her to calm.

I feel for my dearest friend, Zalia worries but at times forgets what it means for me being Queen and Czar being my Beta. We are not able to let challenges go and be a threat to the rule we have. It would cause more issues than some mere scratching to the skin.

Won't say that he didn't give a small bit of struggle with going down. It took more force than I have ever used before getting a wolf to submit to me. It honestly reminds me of when Czar and I spar during practice training we have put ourselves through over the year.

"Do you have any thoughts as to why Charles may be so large for a wolf with no royal ranks?" I finally speak up looking to Czar.

"That is something that has stumped me. The only thing I can do is try and run through his bloodline to see if he has any hint of royal blood within his genes."

"All to which may be hard to prove as it seems like he hestiated when speaking his name at the challenge." I go over the words he barely got out.

"If possible we can get a blood sample from him and the labs here can at least test it for you." Cohen goes the easy route.

"I do like that way of thinking. If he can barely make the challenge it would be hard to get more information out of him. For now it would give us some insight." I nod.

"There is one theory I have." Malik speaks up, looking to us all.

"I don't know much about wolves but what if he somehow gained enough control over the rogues that he became their royal in a way? The one that helped us, couldn't stop the command that Charles had done to him. All to which should not have been possible with you being the Wolf Queen. Then there is all the times where speaking with the rogues in the dungeons they just seemed like they couldn't speak against him." Malik pauses.

"Honestly, that is the only possiblity if he doesn't have any royal blood in his veins." Never would I have thought that fact could be possible.

"It would mean he is several hundred years old for such a thing to be possible." Czar goes over his thoughts.

"All things that can be gone over once you have ate and rested." Kaida comes in with plates of food.

"You're so mothering." Malik kisses her once she places the plates down on the coffee table.

"Thank you for the food." I give her a small smile, as my stomach is welcoming the sweet aromas.

Right when I go to reach for a plate, Cohen snatches it from me. I turn to him and he holds the fork out with a bite on it.

"Let Ezekial and I do this. Please." Cohen whispers, with a look I am not familiar with.

I open my mouth and he feeds me the food. I never thought of the care dragons do for their mates, much like us wolves. There is a burning need for our spirits to care for our mates in every way possible. So, without giving him a fight over it he feeds me dinner.

"You know that it is the normal claw marks and not even deep." I whisper back, finally not able to hold in some sass for the over care he is giving me. Especially since the others have left the room.

Cohen's eyes turn to that of Ezekiel's, with a deep intake of air a small bit of smoke comes out with the exhale. Causing me to give him a smirk, as he just holds up the last bite of food.

"Keep it up and those wounds won't stop me from showing you just how much it affected me seeing you harmed." Cohen's voice was not of his own.

It brings out a side of me that I have kept hidden from all others but my mate is fixing to be the first to see it.

"Don't threaten me with a good time." I sass and stand from the chair.

With a sway of my hips, I start walking up the stairs to our chambers. My mind is on one thing alone and that is being with my sexy mate.

I listen as Cohen jumps from the chair and his foot steps are swiftly coming after me. With a squeak sound, I take off and make a mad dash for our chambers. I open the door, using my claws to rip out of his shirt I've been in since challenge and make a jump for the bed.

Cohen lands on top of me having discarded his pants in a rush manner and the door closed.

Cohen holds my hands above my head and his lips crash to mine, showing me just how much it bothered him during challenge. His fear of me being harmed flows into me with the thoughts and images he had, as he is sharing with me. A small pang of guilt racks through me.

Cohen stands pulling me to the end of the bed. He grabs his tie and binds my wrist together. "If you want to stop, tell me and we will immediately."

"Stop teasing me with a good time already!" I growl having gotten worked up, loving this rough side of him.

Cohen flips me onto my stomach and lifts my arse into the air, the cool breeze making me shiver with the heat pooling between my legs. His tongue starts to tease my bud and it has me pushing back to him more. All to which earns me a slap to the back side.

"Stay still. I hold control here." Cohen growls, making me gush even more.

I feel something touch my back side and gently slip in, making me moan into the sheets. With no time to adjust, Cohen's hands roam my back and I feel his tip at my entrance. With a swift push he fills me to the hilt, making me max out with a toy in one and him in the other.

My eyes roll back and my body quakes as my first orgasms wracks my body with the shear pleasure of being full. Cohen pulls all the way out and slams back in with a grunt, making me scream out.

As if that isn't enough I hear the sounds of a vibrator turn on and connect to my already swollen nub. With the strokes Cohen is harshly giving and the toys vibrating against and in me, causing me to reach my second climax in no time. I don't get a chance to breathe or come down from orgasm before another one takes over my body, sending me into sensory overload.

I break out of the tie and hold onto the bedding. Pulling away from him, making him growl I flip us and the vibrator falls to the floor from his hand. I place my hands on his chest, as his goes to my hips. He picks me up and slams me to him.

Feeling as Cohen seems to swell in size, his moves get sloppy as he nears his release. I move my hips in a circular motion and it sends him over the edge.

I collapse down on his chest, and he gently raises up with me and removes the behind plug. Pulling another moan out of me, before we fall onto the bed again.

Darkness starts to consume as a smile is plastered on my face.