A Mate For The Last Lycan-Chapter 63: CLAIM HER AS HIS

Nycta was officially the queen of Celeste Kingdom and now after the whole ordeal with the traitors had been dealt with, as all of them had been punished, the situation had relatively calmed down a bit, the court was no longer as hectic as before, as everything had been back in order.

They could finally enjoy their time together without the constant problems weighing them down. She realized Dacre would finally touch her and she could fulfill her duty as the queen to carry his child. His firstborn. She was going to give birth to a healthy baby for him.

Moreover, her personal maids had told her that the king would come visit her tonight, that was why she was here, being taken care of by so many maids to prepare herself for the king.

Her skin was flawless, as they scrubbed her clean. She smelled great and her hair was done beautifully. A revealing dress was brought and Nycta felt shy when she saw it, while all of her servants teased her saying how the king wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself once he saw her in it.

Nycta was satisfied and now, the only thing that was left was to wait for Dacre to come.

The king was there on time and he smiled in satisfaction when he saw Nycta. "You look beautiful, My Queen," Dacre said, as he landed a kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you," Nycta replied bashfully, and lowered her head. She was taught to be quiet and not to do anything. She should just let the king do the work and all she needed to do was to accept everything that he did to her.

Her mother told her that every man had his own preferences and it was Nycta's duty to learn about Dacre'sit as they did the deed. It was very important, because it would keep her man happy and a happy Dacre meant a happy life for herself.

Therefore, when Dacre pushed her to the bed and took off her dress, she didn't do anything. It felt weird to be naked in front of a man, since she was taught that she had to keep her virtue and was not allowed to display too much skin, especially in front of men, because it would tempt them.

But right now, her duty was to tempt her mate, making him want to touch her as much as possible.

"You look so beautiful," Dacre said, he kissed her gently and held her carefully, as if she was the most delicate thing that he had ever touched.

Nycta was happy because the king was completely different from the men she had heard about, who often slept around, indulging in affairs. From what she learned, the king didn't even have any mistress and had never been involved with another woman aside from her sister, Rimera, when she was alive.

"Are you okay?" Dacre asked when he kissed her and caressed her inner thigh, Nycta was already so wet from the moment he touched her.

"Yes, I am okay," Nycta replied between her heavy breathing.

Because of the coup, they didn't have time to complete the ritual, or else they would have been mated and marked by the end of the seven days of their union.

But, since the coup happened on the fifth day, the timeline was messed up.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts you," Dacre whispered in her ear, as he positioned himself between her legs. Nycta nodded, she knew that it would be painful, her mother told her how sex worked. "I will make it less painful for you."

Dacre kissed the hollow behind her ear and traced his lips down to her neck. He nibbled on her collarbone, trying to make her relaxed and distract her from the pain when he started thrusting into her.

"You are so tight..." Dacre groaned, as Nycta whimpered, she felt her lower body being stretched out.

"Please, stop... stop," Nycta said breathlessly, she shouldn't have said that, but the king told her it was okay to make him stop if she couldn't take it.

And to her surprise, the king indeed stopped. He kissed her lips, cheeks and neck, as he kneaded her breasts, trying to make her feel good.

"It's okay, the pain will not last..." Dacre coaxed her as he moved slowly after Nycta nodded and gave him permission.

The king was being thoughtful with her and despite the pain, Nycta didn't tell him to stop. He was right though, because the pain didn't last for long. When he was already inside her and she had adjusted to his size, the friction of their movement sent shivers down to their bones.

Nycta had never felt this feeling before, she moaned his name and she was sure that she scratched the king's back when she came undone, as Dacre followed not long after.

But, along with the pleasure came excruciating pain when the king marked her, claiming her as his.

The pleasure soon subsided, as only pain prevailed. She thrashed her body against him, but he pinned her down, his canines sunk into the sweet spot of her neck. Blood gushed out of the wound, where the king had placed his mark on her.

Blood stained her neck and also her inner thigh, as he just took her virginity. That was why this part of ritual was often called a bloody ritual, because a lot of blood would be spilled during the mating and marking procession.

And once it was done, Nycta was too spent to even fight him, as the darkness soon engulfed her. Dacre watched her sleepy eyes flutter closed and kissed them both.

"Sleep, my young queen." He caressed her cheek, as he eased himself out of her. "Sleep well."

It didn't take long before Nycta fell into a deep slumber and Dacre climbed off the bed. He

asked the maids to clean Nycta up and also the mess on the bed, while he went to sleep in a different bedroom.