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Charlie

I woke up to sun streaming on my face, and I was fully clothed. Damon must have dressed me after I fell asleep. I turned over, and he wasn't in bed, and I was slightly disappointed until I heard him speaking in the other room. Though what we did last night was amazing, it wasn't going to be enough to keep the heat at bay. The only way to stop heat is when we mate fully. I give myself till the end of this trip for that.

I knew today was going to be busy because it was the start of the conference. Which meant a whole lot of work had to be done, like talking to people, being friendly, pretending to like them. I don't know if I am mentally prepared for that. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and wash my hair. My curls were all over, and I needed to tame them a bit.

Once I was done, I went through the clothes to try and find an appropriate outfit for being a "queen." Which it doesn't feel like most of the time. I just feel like a regular member of the pack. I should probably get that in gear when I get back. I decided that skinny black jeans and a tight-fitting, burgundy button-up would suffice. I did light makeup and blew dried my hair out.

My hair was so voluminous today; it was like a mane. I looked in the mirror, and I had this glow for some reason. It was different. I put my shoes on and walked into the living room to see Damon wearing a full-on dark gray suit. "Oh, I am so underdressed." He turned around and smiled at me as he adjusted his tie. As he did that, my mind went straight to the gutter. I wanted to take that tie and put it around his wrists.

"No, you look great!. And you're hair. Your hair is gorgeous today." He walked up to and grabbed my hair and ran it through his fingers. "Thank you. She is wild today." I said, smiling at him. "Are you sure that I'm not underdressed? I can put on a dress or something." I asked him honestly.

"No, this is good. I only look like this because I am speaking. Tomorrow I will be wearing jeans and a T-shirt." He laughed and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. "There's not much for breakfast but, there are blueberry muffins." He suggested to me.

"Yikes, I'm allergic to blueberries. FYI." I told him as I followed him to the kitchen. I was finally able to look around the hotel room, and it was gorgeous. The decor was exquisite, and the color scheme. I looked out the window, and we had the most beautiful view of the ocean. I could get used to this. "Oh yikes, I am so sorry," He went and grabbed the muffins and threw them away.

"What is the plan for the day?" I asked him as I went and sat down on the couch. "Well, first, we have some small talk. I was just meeting other alphas and creating relationships. Then there is a small conference with me and the alphas of the largest packs that will last about an hour and a half. Then there's a lunch break for two hours. Then there's my presentation that should be two and a half hours, and that's all for today."

"We're going to be around people all day?" I groaned out in annoyance. I was not a people person, so I was so confused as to why the moon goddess made me a queen. Which I still don't believe that I am. I don't even know if Damon is a King. There was no coronation. "Damon, when is your coronation?" I asked him.

He let out a sigh and came and joined me on the couch. "I was supposed to be coronated months ago, but then everything happened with my brother. Then things with you and I started to go down and then they're just wasn't a good time for it to happen. I technically even be coronated until you and I are officially mated too. But of course, there is no rush for that to happen. Plus, being a King will take time away from us, and I want us to enjoy all the free time that we have right now." He smiled at me.

"So you're saying once we mate, then you becoming King will come right after?" I was trying to process everything at this time. I hadn't really thought of it because Damon doesn't talk much about his responsibilities. But then again, I don't ask him many questions either. "Yes, and you will be queen. Which means you start your training on how to be the Luna if Lunas." Damon smirked, but it quickly faded when he saw the panic on my face. "What's wrong?"

"I am not cut out to be a luna, let alone a queen," I whispered, and I felt the insecurities start flooding in and overcome my mind. "No, no stop." Damon grabbed me, pulled me to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. "You wouldn't have been mated if the Moon goddess disagreed. Plus, there's so much power in you that you don't see. I think you'd be great as a queen. But I understand this is a lot to take in right now. But we can discuss more over time." He laid a soft kiss on my forehead and pulled me impossibly closer to his chest. Have I mentioned how much I love this new Damon?

There was a knock on the door, and Damon got up and walked over. He opened the door, and in walked Layla and Oliver. "Thank goodness you're ready. I thought I was going to have to wake you up." Layla was wearing an outfit similar to mine. Black pants and a button-up, which eased my mind about my outfit a lot. "Let's go; we have some mingling to do."

Once we were down to the hotel's main floor, we walked to the business side of the hotel. There was a banquet hall, and hundreds of people were already in there. But before we walked in, Layla grabbed me and pulled me to the side. "Don't be nervous." She told me.

"What? I'm not nervous." I lied. "Don't lie. You've been chewing on your lip this entire time." She rolled her eyes at me and laughed at me. "Look, when you walk in here, you're going to get flooded. All the lunas in there will fight for your attention and affection. You will be their queen, after all. But look, I will be here with you to make sure that you don't get too overwhelmed."

I was thankful for Layla doing this, and I always thought she didn't like me. "Thank you, Layla," I told her sincerely. "You're family. Family doesn't thank." She gave me a sweet smile, and we walked back to Damon and Oliver, and we all walked into the ballroom. As soon as we did, all eyes were on us. A lot of them were in awe or excited. But then some had jealousy and anger. Mainly towards me. But that's to be expected when you're the mate of the man everyone wants.

In a blink of an eye, there were women and men in front of us yelling and asking question after question. Layla was right, and I was overwhelmed.

I looked down, and the first person in front of me was a short redhead. She was beautiful. "It is so nice to meet you, your majesty finally!" Your majesty? That was the first time anyone had said that to me. "Hi, nice to meet you," I said softly. Damon found his way to me in the crowd and grabbed my hand. So many women were yelling at us, wanting their questions answered. "What was it like dating both brothers?"

"Have you visited Tyler since the attacks?"

"When will the coronation be?"

"Is there an heir coming?"

"Where were you the past few months?"

I looked up to Damon, and I didn't have to say anything; he felt my discontentment in this instance. "Everyone! Stop." Damon used his alpha voice, and everyone quieted down immediately. "What happened to professionalism? We may be royalty, but we are still just like you. This is not a press event; this is a networking event. No more questions. Unless it is in regards to pack business, I did not think I would have to say something like this." Damon paused, and there was a thick silence in the room.

"Understood?" He asked, and in unison, everyone said, "Yes, Alpha." The crowd dissipated, and it was like we were ordinary people again. Thankfully. "Thank you." I looked up to Damon, and he smiled down at me. "Of course. Listen, don't feel like you're obligated to answer every question they ask. Especially about Tyler and the time we took apart. The less they know, the better."

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After all the talking, I was pretty tired out. But it was still only the beginning. We had our smaller sessions, and I was not excited about it. In this particular session, Oliver led it with other alphas with large packs. He talked about how to make their hospital run effectively with such a large number of people. Sounds boring to me.

We were in a classroom/board room setting. Since Damon and I knew almost everything that was being spoken about, we sat in the back of the room. Layla sat front and center, and the rest of the alphas filled the seats in front of us. Oliver turned the lights off, and he began speaking.

He was only twenty minutes into the presentation, and I was already bored out of my mind. Then a naughty thought crossed my mind. Why don't I make this a fun experience for not only me but Damon as well?

I slowly put my hand on his thigh, and Damon looked over in surprise but didn't think anything of it. After a few moments, I slowly moved my hand up, but not too much to where he could see where I was going.

I was just thinking about what I was going to do made me excited. He didn't need to touch me at all. I don't think he noticed just how close my hand was to him. His eyes were glued to the presentation like I wasn't even there.

I took a deep breath and moved my hand right on top of his member. Damon immediately stiffened but didn't move to stop me. I slowly began to move my hand back and forth, causing some friction. With each motion, his dick grew harder in his suit pants.

I made the same motion over and over again at an agonizingly slow pace. Damons breathing shifted from steady and constant into deep and staggered breaths. I could tell he was fighting so hard not to give away what I was doing underneath the table.

I stopped my pace and, as quietly as I could, undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. I slid my hands beneath his boxer band, and I felt his dick on my hands. I ran my hand up and down it trying to gauge its size and girth of it.

While I was inspecting, I noticed Damon's eyes fluttering closed every time I ran my finger over his tip. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed tightly, causing him to squirm a bit. I slowly moved my hand up and down, and Damon became puddy in my hands with every stroke.

I could sense that he wanted to let go and relax his body, but the moment he settled, it would be obvious what I was doing. And we can't have that.

I continued my slow torture, and I could tell that he was getting upset. He looked over to me, and we locked eyes, and the pure ecstasy that ran through my body was indescribable. He was begging me for release. He wanted more, and he needed more. The face that Damon made was enough to make me finish. His pleading eyes and his pouty lips made him look so desperate. I loved it.

Now, a good mate would have let their mate finish and give them what they want. I guess I'm not a good mate. I picked up the speed almost immediately. Damons' grip on the table was so tight I thought he would break it. His breath got heavier, and at this point, Damons eyes were closed, and his head slightly leaned back. I could feel him get close. His dick was pulsating in my hand, and I could feel it tighten up. And right when he was about to explode, I pulled my hand out and moved it to my lap.

Damons eyes popped wide open as he let out soft pants and turned to me. His face held surprise and want. He looked down at my hands, wanting me to continue, but I smirked. I could tell he was in pain by not being able to finish. I expected him to grab my hand again or in some way try and get me to let him finish, but instead, he did the opposite. He sat there staring intensely into my eyes, pleading with me to finish the job. That's when it clicked; Damon was a submissive. It all makes sense.

You don't hear much about submissive Alphas. I mean, I know they exist, but it's usually in a gay couple. I would have never thought it would be the alpha I ended up with. Let alone the Lycan King.

I am mainly more surprised at myself. If anything, I would have never thought I'd be able to handle such a role. But just from watching and the few things we have done, I think I have more pleasure giving than receiving. And I was okay with that. I was more than okay with that.

I think at this point. I needed that.

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