Chapter 600 - They Are Mates

Ileus' heart beat so wildly that he thought it would leap out of his chest. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the only woman who stirred his soul. 

Anastasia's wings rustled and she encased her entire family in their cocoon. "I missed you too, love," she whispered. Ileus curled his fingers beneath her chin and tipped it. 

He placed a kiss on her lips and licked the seam, wanting to get inside. But how could that happen when little Alexander kicked his father for touching his possession. Ileus removed himself with a shock in his eyes. "Damn this boy!" 

Anastasia giggled. "He is too young darling." She really had three kids to look after. 

"No, he is not!" Ileus raised an eyebrow at his younger one who was now five months old and was growing possessive about his mother. Ileus shot a dark glare at him and his son returned the favor. 

"Let's go in," said the lady, laughing at her boys. 

Ileus held his wife's hand and they all walked in. The nannies came in to take the kids away, but none of them budged. Ileus only grew all the more impatient for his wife. But Nikolai challenged him for something and the two started playing and Ileus forgot all about his wife. Sitting on the bed and feeding Alexander, Anastasia watched them with affection overflowing in her eyes. Over the past six years, Ileus had been nothing but a darling. He had ensured that he helped her with every motherly duty. There were two nannies in the palace for the kids and both were pretty strong witches to tackle with the prince's kids. But still in order to not harm others with her kids' uncontrolled magic, Anastasia had insisted that they go to the Elder and get medallions for them to restrict their powers. Even Ileus' magic was restrained by a medallion that Adrianna had got from the Elder. It made life easier. The kids grew like normal kids. Anastasia was going to introduce them to magic after they crossed ten and that too slowly. 

She had gone to Vilinski to meet her parents after a long time. Her mother had given birth to her cute little brother, Axotl, who was younger than Nikolai. The two were great friends and she loved that they both usually stayed together. 

The nannies came again. "The queen wants to meet her grandchildren," said Dalia. Carefully she took the little one from the princess's arms and walked out. Nicolai tugged after her, eager to meet his grandparents. And it was mostly because they indulged him as hell. 

As soon as they were gone, Ileus closed the door and leaned against it. He watched his wife with an intense stare, his golden eyes blazing with need. She turned her gaze at him and her lips kicked up. Feeling every bit as lusty as her husband, Anastasia removed her clothes and lay on the bed. She covered herself with the furs and beckoned Ileus with her index finger. And the werewolf—with a wave of his hands, his clothes were ripped apart and he jumped on his mate. It was not long before he wedged his shaft inside her and bellowed when he came in two measured strokes. 

An hour later when he was lazily thrusting himself inside her, he said, "Kaizan's wife is here, and I would like you to meet her." She had her back against his chest as he took her from behind. Her body was a maze of hickies—mark of his love. He had wrapped his arm around her breast firmly and his thigh over hers so that when he pushed, she didn't move. 

"I would love to," she replied softly and then closed her eyes as he began thrusting fiercely, moaning his name. 

When he came again inside her, he snarled against her skin, dying to pierce his fangs inside her all over again. She frenzied him, she maddened him and she was his cure. 

One more hour later, when they were lying side by side, she said, "And why do you have that cut over your forehead? Don't tell me you went to the wild boxing match of yours?" 

"I did," he said while kissing all her fingers. 

She pursed her lips in a thin line and then snapped, "You have to stop behaving like a teenager every time I go away from you! That is hardly a trait of the crown prince—to go and get beaten by hooligans!"

"Who said that I was beaten?" 

"You face!" She waved at his angry bruise. 

"I beat each and every one of them," he said smugly. "Without magic. And right now, they are all healing in the healer's house. And you will appreciate that I am paying for all their expenses." 

"What the hell!" she retorted. "First, you punch them to pulp and then you pay for them to heal?" 

"Well, they are welcome to punch me hard," he replied and then started sucking her finger. He released it with a pop and said, "How about I thrust inside that wetness of yours? I crave it madly." 

"How about you go away?" she said as irritation spiked. She had to stop him from this madness somehow. As she started to get up, he caught her. 

He buried his face in the crook of his neck and whispered, "Don't."

He sounded so desperate that she didn't have the heart to move from there. Her heart twisted with the desperation in his voice. She threaded her hand in his hair and said, "Aly, this has to stop, love…" 

"Don't you feel the same when you are away from me?" 

His question sent her in a tizzy. She swallowed down as a thousand emotions swirled in her mind, choking her. "I do, baby. But I don't go around punching people." 

He chuckled. 

She told him about her time spent over there and then eventually she remembered Kaizan and Olivia. "How is Kaizan taking up this marriage? Has he accepted Olivia?" 

Ileus laughed. "They are mates." 

Anastasia was so shocked that her eyes became wide and she sat down on the bed, staring at him. Amused, she asked, "They are mates? That's unbelievable!" 

"Hmm…" Ileus' lips curled up as he crossed his arms beneath his head. 

Amazed at the information, her excitement peaked. She exclaimed. "I want to go and meet her like now!" She smacked his chest. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

"You don't expect me to share my mate with anyone other than my children, especially when I am meeting after a long time," he growled. 

The arrogance of this wolf—gods she loved it. She tipped her chin up and said, "We have over-met, over-joined and now I want to meet someone else." 

"Not a chance," he dismissed. "Not until your mate is satisfied."

"You are one selfish brat." 

"I agree." 

She felt like face-palming herself but he had already grabbed her by her hips and placed her right on his mouth. He licked his lips seeing her glistening curls. Before he placed his lips on her clit, he said, "From tomorrow we will be celebrating the Candelmas festival. You can meet her there." And his lips curled over her clit.

"Wolf!" She tried to leave.. He snarled, daring her.