Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
Maybe… Maybe that was why Brigit didn’t choose him… because she did not deem him strong enough for her?
The treacherous thought crawled back into his mind, and he let go of her. All this wasn’t the best of ideas, and he distanced himself from her, wishing to leave and forget it all ever happened.
Aspen’s hand was on the handle when Brigit broke her silence.
“They are dead!” she said, voice confident. “All three of them.”
His fingers clenched tighter around the doorknob.
“You are lying,” he muttered without sparing her a single glance.
“I am not!” Brigit insisted. “I– I k*il*led them.”
He needed a moment to process that.
“What,” he chuckled darkly, “they ate your porridge and sat on your chair?”
“They hurt my mate!” the Bear Queen confessed, tears stinging her eyes as she tried to blink them away vigorously.
“We already weren’t mates back then,” Aspen scoffed, piercing her heart with the sharpest dagger.
Only that she did not care anymore.
“You will always be my mate for me.” The words hang in the air between them. Heavy. Unbreakable. True.
She expected him to laugh at her or to say something hurtful. Gods knew she deserved it, and he had his right to it.
But Aspen stayed silent.
“How did you k*il*l them?” his voice rasped, and she stepped closer, feeling brave with him for the first time in a while. He needed to know this. She knew very well why he was searching for them.
“The two I took care of- It was the same as you k*il*led the others ,” she admitted, “just a different place. I took them to the top of the icy bear cliff and challenged them one by one. Then, when I won, I dropped their bodies to the Northern Sea to feed the fish and be useful for once.”
Aspen looked at her for the first time and tried to a*s*sess how serious she was about this. Not a muscle on her face flinched.
“What about the third one… the last one?”
“He wasn’t last,” Brigit shook her head, making her white shiny locks fall forward onto her chest. “He was the first. I found him on the battlefield right after I was blessed. I knew him too well to miss him. Bjorn’s minion! He always had the dirtiest tricks up his sleeve. Your knees… I found out that it was his idea.”
“Why would you care?” he stormed at her, turning to face her, just inches away from her warm body.
“I will always care!” she retorted, tears finally streaming freely down her cheeks. “You can hate me all your life, but you can’t prohibit me from caring! I love you, Aspen! Okay? I–”
She froze, realising what she had just done, what she had confessed.
Brigit didn’t know if she stood like that before him for eternity or if it were mere seconds, but she was afraid to move, afraid to scare him away.
“Why?” Aspen breathed out, and she understood that it was a rhetorical question. Why didn’t she come to him? Why couldn’t they both have been smarter? Why was life so unfair to them? Why did the gods pair them up as mates? And why couldn’t they stop loving each other even after their rejection?
“I don’t–” Brigit didn’t get to finish her response as Aspen grasped her neck again and pulled her closer, slamming his lips into hers. His tongue immediately pressed for entrance which she granted, because she was going to take everything he was going to give her. While she could…
Fingers lost in each other’s hair, breaths joined as one, Brigit ripped his shirt off, greedy to feel his hot skin. It was just as she remembered, smooth and rough at the same time.
He roughly pulled the top of her dress, ripping the silver fabric to release her flesh underneath it and groaned in delight when her perky b*reas*ts bounced free.
Aspen pinned her to the doors and leaned down to capture one of her n*pples with his mouth, rolling it with his tongue while tugging the other one in between his fingers while his beard prickled her sensitive skin.
A loud m*oa*n escaped Brigit, her whole body shuddered in his arms. It felt so good, so right… She did not expect to ever feel this way again, so she wanted to use this moment to remember this. Remember him…
Her fingers found his zipper and in no time she was working his length slowly up and down, eliciting a growl from him. The sound brought her more joy than him teasing her.
“I can f*uc*k you against this door right now for all your guards to hear,” he told her, and she licked her lips, which made him bare her canines at her. She wouldn’t mind that either.
“Do it then!” Brigit said, hoping that she didn’t sound too desperate. She was afraid to repulse him with her eagerness.
“Don’t tempt me, my Queen,” he slid his hand in the slit of her dress and cupped her warm s.ex, making her whimper.
“I am not your Queen.” She couldn’t stop herself from saying that. She wasn’t his queen, he had to stop calling her that. She would literally give a kingdom for him to say her name.
“Not my Queen,” he stopped touching her and she was afraid she just ruined it all. “But mine.”
Her lips parted. He didn’t just say that.
Aspen grabbed her roughly and scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, their chests pressed together.
Brigit was worried if it was painful for him but when she heard his next words, her eyes widened.
“I’d rather f*uc*k you on your throne!”
He couldn’t be serious about this. It was a whole flight of stairs, and he was holding her. He had no cane, no support. Just his Northern pride.
However, when his arms closed around her and their eyes met, the world around them spun and in the next second they found themselves next to the throne.
“H-how did you– What?” Brigit couldn’t find the right words.
“I don’t walk so much anymore,” Aspen smirked, taking a seat and shifting her on his lap so her back was against his chest. “I skip.”
“Skip?” she gasped as he parted her legs and ripped her lacy underwear off her, throwing it far away. The thought of one of her advisors finding her torn p*an*tie*s tomorrow distracted her from the shock.
“Through space,” Aspen’s tongue traced the curve of her neck. His hardness pressed against her back and his fingers dipped between her thighs before bringing them to his lips, tasting her w*etness.
“Through–” she panted, “–space?”
That explained how he got in here first. That explained why King Kai wasn’t afraid to send his injured best friend to the bear kingdom. Aspen was one of the changed ones! He was limping and yet he was able to transport himself to any destination in a blink of an eye.
Somehow deep inside… it made Brigit feel a bit better.
His fingers caressed her sensitive bundle of nerves as she arched her back, leaning into his chest. If anyone walked in right now, they would witness the show of their lives. A queen ravished on her throne.
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