The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I let out a sigh as my hand found the blank spot beside me on the bed. She did it again. Now that she could use her power properly, she teleported every now and then, and I would not notice it.

Dion was on my chest, sleeping peacefully. He was a very calm child. I thought we would have to prepare ourselves for sleepless nights, however, he rarely cried. At night, he would sometimes wake up and just make small noises. He would start crying only if no one listened to him.

We got a crib in our room and had also prepared a room for him, right beside ours. But Blue insisted that Dion should sleep with us for the time being. She never let anyone take him away from her eyesight other than me.

Blue was needed in almost all the meetings as everyone wanted to see her and talk to her since she basically won two wars for Querencia. The fact that she went straight to fight the dark mages after giving birth had been a matter that everyone talked of. King Ford said it was a good idea that people knew about it as much as possible. Blue would get more people on her side.

I carefully got up with my one-month-old in my arms and put on my slipper. Dion was a deep sleeper. Blue had been like this before, however, she changed very much and now, she woke up whenever she heard even the slightest noise. She said she could now hear little noises, like someone coughing very far away, or a rat's squeaking in the forest, or animals' footsteps, even if our windows were closed.

I did not dare to leave Dion here alone. So, I took him with me to Blue's workshop. She had a quick recovery because of her power. But she was still weak. She needed rest, but who would make her listen?

I opened the door gently. She moved her head slightly, then went back to her work.

There was another crib in Blue's workshop, in case she brought Dion with her here. It was quite far from the table where she was working, so it would not be dangerous for him.

I placed Dion in the crib as gently as I could. Before sleeping, I swaddled him as it was said to promote sleeping. He looked like a burrito.

Making sure Dion was still sleeping, I made my way to my wife. I hugged her from behind and placed my chin on his shoulder.

"Not again, my love," I said.

"I could not sleep," she said.

"… Baby, I can see just perfectly with one eye. I don't need another one."

"But you can always see better with two eyes," she insisted. "I can make it, Dem. I can… It won't take too long. I know I can."

"You just can't stop…," I whispered.

"I can't…," she admitted.

Power was a dangerous thing. It was some kind of obsession. Blue developed a different kind of obsession. Her obsession was not gaining more power. It was to use that power in one way or another. She felt restless whenever she could not.

She needed to keep doing something.

I was worried. My possessiveness had held her back until her power was awakened. But after that, I could not stop her. I wanted to. But I also could not see her in pain. When she did not use her power, she looked helpless and seemed to suffer a lot. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

When she did, although she would get exhausted, she at least looked satisfied.

I kissed the side of her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. She shifted a little as her ears turned red. Even in the slight light that came through the window, I could perfectly make out her flushed face and ears.

"My body heals quickly," she mumbled.

No matter what she said, I could not be sure. Even a few days ago, she said the same thing. But I feared I might end up messing with the process of healing and she might get an infection or something.

But tonight, my mind just stopped working. I licked her earlobe as I rubbed myself against her ass. Her nightgown was almost like lingerie. These days, she wore dresses that were seductive and not her usual style. She was not lying when she said she had changed her style as well.

I groaned against her hair. She put the glass vial on the table and touched my erection over my robe.

"Shit!" I cursed and spun her around. My hands went behind her and grabbed her by the ass. I pressed her against the wall in one swift motion. My body might not have recovered completely, but I could do this. A lot more than this.

Our lips crashed against each other. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to her. My shy wife was no longer as shy as before. She had grown brave.

I slapped her ass and she moaned in the kiss. She was always slender, but she had curves as well. However, after giving birth, her curves were a little curvier than before. I liked her either way, but slapping her ass was more fun now.

Her hands found the ribbon of my robe and she pulled it. She slid it off my shoulder and kissed my neck as soon as I let go of her lips.

"Fuck, Blue!"

My hand trailed her thigh and pulled her nightgown over her waist. My fingers found the dampness between her thighs.

"Are you sure?" I asked huskily. I could not wait for an answer, but I forced myself to. As soon as she gave the barest nod, I pushed two of my fingers inside her.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No…," she panted. "Just… Just a little surprised."

"Should I stop? Tell me quickly. I can't wait," I said.

"No… Go on. Do it," she whispered and started kissing me.