The Gold Queen (Prequel)

***Mateo POV***

“Chava!” Karina screams, rushing towards us and scooping up her son in her arms. “Oh thank Moon Goddess you’re alright!”

She showers her son in k****s, Emiliano hugging his family from behind.

“Thank you,” he whispers to us as he k****s Chava on the head. “Thank you for finding him.”

Sofia and I nod, unsure how else to explain what just happened between the two of us and their son.

Emiliano smiles at Sofia and bows. “Happy birthday, Sofia,” He says sheepishly, searching his pockets for something and blushing a deep shade of red when he can’t find whatever it was he was looking for. “I had your birthday gift but it seems I left it at home…”

“It’s alright, Emi,” Sofia shrugs. “I-I didn’t really expect to see you today…”

Her voice trails off as her eyes settle on Karina and Chava. Karina presses her lips together and bends over in a slight bow.

“I apologize for my behavior, Your Majesty,” she says rather forcefully, as if the words tasted bitterly in her mouth. “I-I just needed some space…to think things over,” she adds, interlocking her hands with Emi’s. “I’m sorry…for what I said that day.”

Sofia nods, tinkering with the wooden box in her lap.

“P-perhaps…you can come over for dinner tonight,” Karina continues, her voice growing soft and quiet. “Like a…birthday dinner?”

Both Emi and Sofia’s eyes light up.

“I would like that,” Sofia smiles, practically glowing with joy. “I would like that very much.”

Karina and Sofia agree on a time for us to arrive before Karina waves goodbye, walking away with Chava, Emi trailing after her like a happy pup.

I smile awkwardly at Sofia when they’re both gone. “Well that was…odd,” I laugh. “I expected her to yell at us or blame us for Chava’s disappearance!”

“Maybe Emi said something to her,” Sofia shrugs. “But that’s the least of our worries,” she adds, tapping on the wooden boxes in our hands. “I want to know what Moon Goddess gave us.”

I stare at the box in my own hand and study its features. It was made of dark wood, almost black in color with a golden lock at the top of the lid sealing it shut. The lock on my box is carved with a moon while the one Sofia holds has a sun. To my shock, there are no key holes or dials on the box.

You’re the key, Luis murmurs.

His cryptic instructions somehow click in my head and I place my fingers along the edge of the lock. To my amazement, the lock grows cold and begins to glow a blue hue until it pops open. Beside me, Sofia does the same and we both pull out two medallions encrusted with pink and violet crystals. Like the locks, the medallions are carved with Moon and Sun imagery.

“These are the medallions on the Ivory Wolves from the black book!” Sofia gasps. “Teo, don’t you get it?” She giggles with excitement. “These are for our pups!”

I smirk at her. “Well then maybe we better get started on making them.”

Sofia tucks away her medallion into the box and scrambles to her feet. L**t fills her eyes as she looks at me. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint Moon Goddess now, would we?” she chirps, walking away towards the hacienda.

Without another word, I stuff the medallion back into its box and seal it tight before running after my wife. She sprints just out of my reach, giggling and challenging me to catch her.

Her hair flows loosely in the wind, the sound of her laughter echoing with the beat of my heart. Her golden eyes glimmer as the light bounces off of them and her smile seems to brighten up the world. She was my light and I was determined to put two pups in her womb by the end of the day.

“No!” She squeals as I pick up my speed and scoop her up in my arms.

“You’re all mine,” I grin, as Sofia presses her lips against mine.

I carry her bridal style back to the hacienda, ignoring the looks and stares from the guards and working omegas in the house.

I kick the door open to our bedroom, Sofia struggling to unbutton my shirt as I close the door behind me and lock it.

“Hold up, baby,” I pant breathlessly, grabbing her fingers to keep her from undressing me.

“What’s wrong?” She frowns.

I stare into her pools of honey, getting lost in the swirls of amber designed for me to love.

“Nothing,” I sigh, leaning forward to inhale her sweet scent. “But I want to take my time with you,” I add, stealing a quick k**s from her lips. “Our pups should be made with love and I want to take my time to get them right,” I laugh. “So slow down. We have all day.”

The smell of her arousal fills the room and I gently set my mate down by the wall. Sofia’s eyebrows arch in amusement as I pull up a chair in front of her and take a seat.

“Stand up straight with your heels against the wall,” I instruct, Sofia giving me a puzzled look. “Just trust me.”

She twists her mouth but does not say a word and completes her task.

“Feet apart and arms over your head,” I add, pointing to her bare feet and hands.

“What are you going to do with me, my King?” She grins, raising her arms above her head.

I slowly stalk over to her, gripping her wrists and pinning them against the wall.

“Everything…” I whisper, leaning into her ear.

A tiny squeak of excitement escapes her lips and she stands on the tips of her toes in anticipation.

“You are not to move until I tell you too, understand?” I ask, brushing my finger down to her lips and parting them slightly.

“Yes sir,” she whispers back, becoming perfectly still against the wall.

I settle back into my chair and concentrate on her form fitting dress, pulling down the zipper on her side with my mind.

“Take it off,” I command, Sofia tearing off her shoulder straps frantically. I shake my head at her. “Do it slowly,” I add

She comes to halt and slowly pulls her arms through the straps. Her two perfect breasts spill out of the top of the dress as she shimmies out of it and I watch them bounce with her every move. Sofia kicks the dress off to the side and slides her fingers over her panties.

“Arms above your head,” I order her. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Sofia once again raises her arms above her head and leans the top half of her body against the wall so that her breasts perk up a little more. She bats her pretty lashes at me and giggles.

“Like this, my King?” She grins, spreading her legs out an inch past her h**s.

I bite my l*p as I realize the only thing standing in the way of her ecstasy was just a tiny lace thong. She gasps when she feels a force tug at the hem of her panties and I carefully pull the fabric off her h**s, exposing her slit.

She lifts each foot out of the thong and I levitate it towards me. Wrapping my fingers around the fabric, I bring her thong to my nose, growling as I inhale the scent of her arousal still lingering on the lace.

It was finally time for the fun to begin.

I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, pulling out my hard on into my right hand. Sofia licks her lips as she stares at my c**k and whines when she realizes I wouldn’t be using it on her just yet.

I imagine two fingers tracing her thigh and to my delight, Sofia stares at her right leg as my telekinetic fingers leave a trail of goosebumps on her skin. The two imaginary fingers travel upwards, dancing across her navel and in between the canyon of her breasts. Her n*****s harden with the sensation of my telekinetic touch and I hear her breath quicken in anticipation. Sofia bites her l*p as the two imaginary fingers circle her right areola, teasing her slowly into a frenzy.

A soft whimper escapes her lips and I finally have mercy on her, flicking her right n****e back and forth. Her ragged breath comes to a stop as I pull and pinch her n****e and she pushes up on the balls of her feet to readjust her weight as she lets out a low m**n. My telekinetic fingers continue to work her right n****e and after a minute of teasing, I imagine a second set of fingers teasing her left n****e. The stimulation draws another long m**n from her lips and I begin to move my own hand up and down my shaft as I watch her unravel.

“Oh goddess,” she whines as I roll both of her n*****s in circular motions at once.

I flick, pinch, roll and pull her n*****s at my leisure, changing up the pace and direction to drive her insane. Her sweet nectar weeps from her folds onto her thighs, precum oozing from my c**k as I work my hand up and down the shaft.

“Teo, please!” She whines as her body becomes overwhelmed by the stimulation on her breasts.

She wanted to o****m and I would make her feel incredible.

Needing a better view for what I was about to do, I concentrate on her sides and gently lift her off her feet so that her legs dangle a few inches off the ground. Her m***s turn to squeals of excitement as I lift her up far enough so that her folds are at my eye level.

Still working her n*****s, I imagine a third hand and place it on her thigh. Her breath hitches as the invisible hand travels to her slit and pulls her two p***y lips apart, exposing her inner folds and her clit.

She throws her head back as I plunge two invisible fingers into her depth, pulling them in and out at a steady rhythm for her pleasure. Sofia’s m**n grows louder when a fourth set of fingers press against her clit.

“Teo!” She screams, rocking her h**s back and forth as I furiously rub her clit, plunge into her core, and tease her n*****s.

My own hand picks up the speed on my c**k, rubbing my throbbing head until I hear her cry out one last time.

Her body convulses as her o****m rips through her, c*m dripping along the sides of her thighs. I slow down the assault on my c**k so as not to c*m and I give her a few seconds to catch her breath. She blinks a few times, a tired smile on her lips as she comes back from her high.

“That was…” she pants, searching for the words to describe her absolute pleasure.

“Only the beginning,” I smirk, once again concentrating on her perfect body.

Her eyes widen in shock when the invisible hands caress her thighs, her a*s, her breasts, her neck, and her dripping slit.

She m***s, throwing her head back and rocking her body in search of her next o****m. She cums three times as I watch, my hand stroking my d**k but never once letting myself c*m. I undress myself, my body ravaged by the overwhelming heat of my desire for her. By her fourth o****m, I get down on my knees in front of her and lower her down onto my face, using my tongue to lick up every drop of her sweet nectar. She screams my name until her throat runs dry, burying her fingers in my hair and pushing me deeper into her folds. She presses her thighs against my head as she cums, riding her high on my face while I greedily drink her up.

I slide her off my face, remaining on my knees and looking up at her.

“Teo…” she pants, pushing my hair away from my face. “Teo, I want you next.”

I’m on my feet in an instant, picking her up by the waist and taking her to the bed. She’s on her back, spreading her legs out for me to climb on top of her. Wasting no time, I settle into her, giving her slow and hard thrusts while our m***s harmonize with the creaking of the bed. I interlock our fingers and pin our hands above her head as I rock in and out of her. She presses her lips against mine, dipping her tongue into my mouth and moaning into it.

We make love for hours, each time our bodies threatening to collapse from exhaustion but our desire for each other burning stronger. We were finally going to have our pups and nothing and no one was going to stop us.

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***Tais POV***

“Tais, what is the plan here?” Ira snaps, throwing another vase against the wall.

She was having another one of her tantrums and I was slowly losing my patience.

“We recruit this stupid mutt,” she snarls, pointing at Julian who glares at her. “We serve the stupid Queen to him on a silver platter and what does he do?” She scoffs. “He tries to rape her and lets her get away! And now that stupid Queen and her mate are still alive! It won’t be long before we hear news of their pregnancy!”

“I killed the former King and Queen,” Julian protests. “That’s no easy feat, witch!”

“Bravo!” Ira claps her hands sarcastically. “You killed two old farts, wolf! Would you like a medal for that accomplishment?”

Julian and Ira launch into a bickering match.

Get a room already, I mutter to myself when Ira’s words replay in my head.

Pregnancy…

For some reason, pregnancy did not seem all that bad for our plans. I rack my brain for a possible explanation and recall Julian explaining why his wife couldn’t shift while pregnant.

I wonder if the same theory applies to gold and silver wolves…I think, tapping my fingers on my chin.

Being a Gold wolf, Julian could read the sacred texts and he had given us plenty of information, though I suspect he kept some secrets to himself.

“Are you children done bickering?” I ask, rolling my eyes at the two idiots I find myself working with.

“I don’t like that look on your face,” Ira sneers, eying me suspiciously.

“Did I ask?” I scoff, turning to Julian. “Tell me again about the pregnancy of a wolf,” I instruct. “Is it the same for a gold wolf?”

He shrugs. “All werewolf pregnancies are the same, I suppose. A pregnant gold or silver she-wolf can’t shift nor can she activate her powers until the birth of her pup.”

A little light bulb goes off in my head.

“So what you’re saying is, if Sofia becomes pregnant, she’ll be as powerless as a human?” I ask, Ira’s eyes lighting up with realization

He shakes his head. “Well, not quite. I mean, a she-wolf can shift… it’s just dangerous for the pregnancy. It can cause a miscarriage so most She-wolves just stay in their human form.”

“Even better…” I think out loud, Julian giving me a puzzled look.

I wait a few moments for the idea to click in his brain.

“Oh my Goddess!” he cries out.

I smirk at him and call out to my pet owl, Myros. He materializes from the realm of shadows and perches on my arm, his talons gently gripping onto my skin as I stroke his glass feathers.

“Would be a shame if something were to happen to our little Queen while she was with Child,” I sigh, smiling at the idea. “Such a shame…”