The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 223: Black Stone

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

When I woke up, it was early in the morning. I did not remember when I fell asleep. Actually, I did not remember many things from last night after we had started. But I remembered when I entered the room and found my wife drinking.

I moved a bit and my hand touched the shoulder of my sleeping wife. I slowed my movement so she would not wake up and rolled on my side to face her.

The blanket was up to her chest while her shoulder and most parts of her back were exposed. The exposed parts had red marks on them.

She looked like she was sleeping very deeply. I would feel like I had done something wrong if I somehow woke her up right now. She could not sleep because of me after all.

I touched her cheek with my knuckles gently. "Beautiful... Really beautiful..."

The necklace that she always wore which prevented me from reading her mind looked very peculiar on her naked body. I touched the heart-shaped stone and rubbed it with my fingers. For some reason, I got the sudden idea to destroy it and make her wear a fake one without telling her. In that way, I could read all her thoughts.

'What the? What am I thinking? Have I lost my mind? She will hate me if I do that. I would never do something that she will hate me for, at least, not for now. Why was I even thinking about something like that?'

I let the necklace go and hugged her tightly. Since she was sleeping deeply, she did not even budge.

I did not even notice when I fell asleep again. When I was asleep, I could relax- that was how it was before. But now, it seemed I could not even relax when I was sleeping. If my weird thoughts could not wake me up, they would haunt me in my dreams. Because of that, I would see strange dreams. All of them were about the thing I feared the most and that was my wife leaving me.

When I woke up again, it was very late. My wife had snuggled even closer to me. She was hugging me very tightly.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" she asked guiltily. "I just wanted to hug you..."

'She can't still be drunk, right?'

"You did not," I said, placing a strand of hair behind her ear that was on her face. "When did you wake up?"

"Just now...," she mumbled. She seemed to be her usual self now as she was blushing furiously while looking away so she would not meet my eyes. But every now and then, she turned bold and surprised me.

"Why do you look that way?"

"... Are you angry at me? I drank your wine without asking you. I am sorry..."

"Why are you sorry? What is mine is yours as well. You can have anything at anything that's mine. You don't have to ask me or say sorry. It's yours also anyway. But sweetie, don't drink when I am not present.

You have a very low alcohol resistance. I am worried."

"I don't usually drink... I thought you were not coming to the bedroom, so I was a bit..."

Actually, I thought of not coming once. But then, I thought that she would hate me if I did that. So, I came. It was not like I did not want to do it with her. But since on full moon nights, werewolves lost their senses, I was worried that I would hurt her unconsciously.

"I promised you. I won't break my promise," I said.

"Hmm... I was just worried for no reason, then," she muttered.

"Did you have any dreams last night?" I asked.

"No, I did not get the time to," she replied, while her face turned even redder. "I don't remember when I fell asleep. But when I was last conscious, it was almost morning."

"Did I hurt you in any way last night?"

"No!" she shook her head furiously. "You were very careful. But I noticed something."

"What?"

"You always do it in a... um... particular position on a full moon night."

"A particular position. Let me guess... Is it doggystyle?"

"Hmm..."

"Pfft, I knew it! Even though I don't remember, it's not hard to guess. You see, wolves like to take control. In that position, it's easy to dominate. That's why I thought that might be it. We usually do it in whatever position comes to mind and the mood says."

I liked to take control almost all the time. It was just something I had known since the first time we did it. Actually, I liked to take control of every single thing. Perhaps it was just in my veins.

"Don't you like it when we do it in that position?" I asked even though I knew the truth.

"It's not like I don't like it. I was just saying that you do it in that particular position on a full moon night."

"So, you like it?"

"Mm... I do..."

"Is that your favorite position?"

"Why are we talking about it now?" she exclaimed.

"You are the one who started it, Honey," I said nonchalantly.

"I know, but..."

"Then why don't you answer me? What is your favorite position?"

"... I don't know..."

"Come on. Tell me. What's there to be shy about? We did it last night too," I said.

"... It's..."

"Yes? I can't hear you."

"When I had my palms against the wall and we did it, I liked it!" she blurted out, closing her eyes while her face and ears were burning.

"Yeah, I liked it too. Should we try it again? That position is kinda comfortable too," I said seriously. "It's a bit hard to kiss you that way, but we can always find a way. I can touch you perfectly in that position as well. That one is just perfect.

Let's do it tonight."

"You are really..."

"By the way, my favorite position is every single one of them as long as I can do it with you. I mean, I just need to touch you, kiss you, and stick it inside you. As long as I can do all of them, any position is alright and perfect."

"Luc wasn't wrong then when he called you horny," she muttered.

"He did? He doesn't even know anything about me," I shrugged.

"He guessed... And he is right..."

"Well, I have my needs. You like it too. So, it's fine if I am horny," I said and gave her a peck on the lips.

It was fun and relaxing whenever I was with her. If I only talked to her for a bit, I would feel refreshed. I could talk to her and be with her for eternity without getting bored.

"I have been thinking about something lately...," she said suddenly.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There were moon goddess and black lord, right?"

"Yes."

"Why is he called black lord? It sounds racist," she said.

"Well, it's because of his heart," I replied.

"His heart? Is it black or something? Just because of that?"

"No, it's not just that. Legends say his heart was made of a stone which is called black stone. This stone is very rare and some say it is very special as well since this stone contains a bit of black mana. Since his heart is completely made of this stone, his heart itself contains a huge amount of black mana. The stone is called black stone because it is only black with no hint of any other color.

If you want to see pure black, you can take it as an example," he said. "And why are you calling it racist?"

"I am glad that it's because of this reason. I was worried... I mean, in my country and some other countries as well, some weird people say weird stuff about black people. Like, sometimes it's automatically assumed that black is evil and white is pure."

"Whoa, that's weird. We don't judge people by their color here. Why would someone do that?"

"Right? That's so freaking weird! It's one of the things I hate the most," she said.

"Haha, you got so worked up," I chuckled. Continue reading on m v l e mpyr

"Hmph, are you making fun of me?"

"I would never dare," I said. "Ah, the view is nice..."

"What view?" she mumbled and looked down only to find out that her chest was completely exposed. She quickly tried to hide herself with the blanket, but I caught it so she would not be able to do it.

"Why are you...? Give it to me!"

I pushed her down by the shoulders and got on top of her. "Why? I don't want my wife to hide herself," I smirked. "After all, I can't let you stop me from seeing such a beautiful sight, right?"