Lost. Lost in thought, in the moment, in each other. Lost in the sound of Rose's voice like honey on a warm summer day, like the smell of lilies in an apple orchard. Isabella was lost in it, in the bond, in the moment, in her mate. The sound of Rose's moaning like that of a dwwp primal need, a longing that pulled at her very being of existence, the feeling of home after so long away. Isa began to trail her lips down the side of Rose's neck, down her collar bone and between the satin skin of her breasts to place a kiss upon her stomach and continue down to her hips. A gently placed nibble on the inside of Rose's thigh creates that ever present electric charge that washes over them both in an instant. Pushing her fingers deep into Rose, she continues to place small-feather-light kisses upon the inside of her thighs, her fingers picking up pace with the moan-laced panting that sings in her ears. The feeling of Rose's small fingers curling hungrily into her hair, a welcome side effect that only adds to the need to be as close to her mate as possible.
Rose's fingers grasped and pulled at the snow-white hair between her fingers, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. Afraid to harm the one she cares so deeply for, she begrudgingly releases Isa's hair, instead opting to grasp the bedding beneath her as her hips push upwards searching for more. The feeling of Isa's warm breath upon her thighs creating a new sensation when she feels her small bud gingerly taken between Isa's lips. A wave of pleasure more intense than before began to build inside her. Isa's fingers pushed deep and quickly into Rose repeatedly, her tongue dancing around her core as her lips greedily suck the bud into her lips, making Rose moan loudly and shattering any silence left in the room. Isa's fingers nimbly continued to penetrate the core of her mate before slowly pulling them out but continuing the siege with her lips wrapped tightly around the small bud. Thrusting her fingers back into the wet core of her mate, Isa inserts a third finger.
Rose's hips pushed against Isa's fingers with a loud pleasure-filled moan that engulfed the room, leaking out between the cracks of the door to catch the ears of the guards. Pushing her fingers deep inside of Rose's core, her lips suckled greedily upon the bud, feeling her mate's entire body begin to shudder at her touch and her wet core began to tighten for her. Once more she thrusts into Rose, her fingers finding and pressing firmly into the pleasureful spot within her. Rose's fingers dig into the bed, her nails extending into the mattress as she screams loudly, her hips pushing against Isa's lips as she begins to release. A wave of indescribable pleasure shot through every cell in her body. Isa continues to lick and nibble at the small bud, her fingers ever so softly curling and pressing into her as she lets her mate bathe in and enjoy her release. As Rose's breath begins to calm and her body once again softens, she releases her fingers from inside Rose, gently pulling them out and trailing small kisses back up her stomach and chest. Isa's lips stopped to take each n****e into her lips and give a light nibble before kissing her collar bone and stopping at her marking spot. Her fingers ran back down teasingly to grasp Rose's hips and pull her flush against her. Pushing her ever present and very happy wolf into the back of her mind, Isa places a long lingering kiss upon the marking spot.
Laying down, Isa pulls Rose posessivly against her, holding her waist tightly with one hand and the other pushing the stray strands of glittering dark gray hair from her face. Taking in the soft delicate features and large Crystaline gray eyes, she realized that Rose was the perfect name for her mate. Because her beauty was that of a delicate rose new to bloom in the winter snow. A beautiful mix of delicacy and regal adornment that only The Moon Goddess could have made from the stars above. Looking at the relaxed smiling face of the one she hopes to cherish forever, she places a small and gentle kiss upon her forehead.
"Come my little love, we shall bathe and eat. We have places to go today." Isa smiled brightly, her heart skipping a beat at the gorgeous face that smiled back at her.
Rose's fingers came up, gently touching and running across Isa's cheek, "Okay Isa, i promise to be on my best behavior."
"Well, that would just be boring if you always remained on your best behavior now, wouldn't it?" Isa giggled, placing a small kiss upon Rose's lush lips and it being happily reciprocated.
After a light breakfast of assorted cheese and fruits, followed by a hot bath filled with lavender, honey, and milk. The two were just about ready to go. Isabella, now fully dressed, gave clear instructions to Oliva to dress Rose in something warm and comfortable but, that would not draw too much attention. As Olivia went to carry out her wishes she slipped out of the room and closed the doors behind her, turning to meet the chest of Erik. Looking up at him, she quirked a brow at her loyal friends exaggeratedly large smile plastered across his face.
"Im sorry, did I miss something?" Isa's brow quirked upwards in a defiant questioning tone.
Erik let out a little chuckle, "Someone had fun this morning, ye up for a game of guess the noise?"
"Oh grow up! Ya damn charlatan listening in, I could have your head for that ya know!" Isa let out a soft growl.
Erik laughed a little louder, his laugh always a comfort to her, "I can't help hearing what's loud, but I must say you know what your doing little Queenie." His smile once more stretched across his face in a grin for the century.
"Oh shut up!!!" Stomping off down the hallway, she was glad it had been Erik and not Ethan who had taken over the watch. That would have been mortifying in of itself. Turning back, she stuck out her tongue before picking up pace to round the corner before he could catch up.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, she could hear the tussle of a fully awake castle and the laughing and merriment that accompanied her people. The sounds of happiness and contentment are the reason she worked so hard and made so many treaties, the happiness of her people is always at the forefront of her mind. The feeling of a slight weight upon her shoulder caused her to look up, Erik's hand rested upon her shoulder with a relaxed decorum. His eyes surveyed the main floor, she could tell that even in his laid-back demeanor he was always watchful, always vigilant. She appreciated it more than she could ever express to him and knew that he would always be there to watch her back. Leaning in, Erik whispered so that only she could hear, "Your carriage is almost ready. I made sure to have extra blankets stocked, and they are putting a heated box on the seat to ensure our Queen does not fall ill from the cold."
Isa nodded curtly at the news and gave him a soft smile or appreciation," Thank you old friend."
As she began to head for the back door to the stable area she heard him call to her.
"I'm not that old ya know!!!" Erik huffed and leaned against the wall looking both ways to ensure that nobody was looking and stuck out his tongue at her. Isabella didn't need to turn and look at him to hear the frustration in his tone and know what he had done. It had always been a reliable gesture and one she had come to love.
Before leaving, Isa made sure to check with the stable hand that her weapons had been stowed in case of emergency, and she had grabbed a few snacks to make sure her little wolf should not fall hungry. Mind linking Olivia, she confirmed that Rose was ready to leave and neatly bundled up, and Ethan had confirmed the path to be taken had been checked. Crossing the last few things off the list mentally, she felt the nod of approval from melody and mind linked Ethan one last time.
"Ethan, keep watch over the people. You are my eyes and ears while I am away. If you need to contact us, you know where to reach me. Take care of our home, my friend."
Ethan's voice echoed over the mind link, "Yes your majesty, the Queen is headed downstairs with Miss Olivia and shall arrive shortly, safe travels and be vigilante." With that the link was severed, and patiently she would wait for her beloved mate to arrive.
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