Til Death Do Us Part - Red Queen Fan Fiction

Chapter 34 - I would die happy

I settle down in bed shortly after, my head filled with thoughts and my heart with sadness. My hair is still wet, and it soaks my pillow. I keep thinking about his words. 'And now I'm supposed to give you up, with you believing something that is a lie'. I don't know why those words cut me to the core, but they do. Tomorrow night, when I am in a cage, in a bed, with Maven, I don't even know. I will wish I was with Cal. And I will regret the fact I spent my last night of freedom in bed. Cal thinking I am angry. Cal. This was probably what Theresa wanted. Cal and I to hate each other, for me to be angry at him. Maybe she knows about our engagement. Maybe she saw my ring. Theresa.

I get out of bed, my pyjama top and shorts still on and I don't bother changing. I put on my boots, and even though the outfit doesn't go, I don't care. I run, hard and fast through the castle. I run to Cal's room, and the guards block my way.

"I need to speak to Cal" I say, trying to barge past them.

"The King is resting. Come back tomorrow" the guard says.

"It is important, wake him up!" I yell. They don't move, and they don't say anything. They just push my shoulder, and I stumble back. "Cal!" I yell and the guards then rush me, grabbing my shoulders, pushing me back. They grab me and start dragging me down the hall, I kick and push my body forward, but nothing.

The door suddenly opens, and Cal comes out in loose tracksuit pants, no shoes and no shirt. His hair is messy, but he doesn't look like he was asleep. He looks like he was trying to sleep.

"What is going on?" he says when he sees me pushing forward. "Let go of her" he orders and they release me immediately. He eyes me up and down, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I am in my pyjama shorts and a singlet that covers little. My shirt has also risen up, so I pull it down, realising the scuffle is not the best idea in this outfit.

"I need to speak with you" I say walking forward. "Please Cal" he nods, in an instant, opening his door wider, motioning for me to come in. I walk towards him and push past. He takes up half the door, so I touch his body with my shoulder as I pass. I feel the fire and I'm sure he feels the electricity in my veins at the slightest touch. He does that to me. When we get inside, he closes the door.

"What's wrong" he says, still at the door. I turn to face him. We look at each other, and I see him look at me once more. My shoulder, my chest and my bare legs. I can't help but I look at him too. His broad shoulders, the muscle that covers his whole body. The scars too. He has scars on his stomach and shoulders, little ones that have gone white. I don't say anything. All I do is run towards him, wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him. Hard. Cal doesn't miss a beat. In an instant his hands are under my thighs, pulling me up so that I am straddling his body.

I pull away. "I should have believed you. I should have known she would do this the day before I was supposed to leave" He doesn't say anything, he just grabs my head and my hair, and pulls me towards him, kissing me with such force. I feel his body ignite, with fire. I feel his want. I am sure he can feel mine. I kiss him back, and we don't even breathe. He turns me around, slamming my body against the door. He kisses my neck, his tongue everywhere. I feel a sharp pain on my neck and pull back to slap him. He is marking me. And I know why.

"He won't get to take you like he said in his letter. I won't let him think you are his" he says, kissing me again. He bites my neck, and I cant help but moan. His arms, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. It doesn't hurt. It feels good. A long time coming. Like we need to get closer, and I need these clothes off my body. Even though my shirt is already half way up, and he is not wearing a shirt, I want it all gone. I want him. "You are mine" he growls into my neck. I have never seen this side of Cal. The side where he is fiercely protective of me. I like it. Jealous Cal is ruthless.

He pushes off the wall and carries me to the bed, throwing me down. I don't even get to move before he is on top of me, taking my shirt off. He kisses my lips, my neck, then my collarbone. I feel my body ignite, the desire for him. He takes over completely, he slides his hands down my stomach, latching onto my shorts, before pulling them off too. I'm in front of him, topless, but still with my underwear on. He lifts my legs, undoing my boots. One by one and throwing them over his shoulder. I can't help but giggle, at how fast he is taking it all off me. How desperate he is not to waste any more time. I realise we spent so long arguing and we forgot to love each other.

He gets up, still on his knees and looks at me. Really looks. I start to wonder why he is looking at me like that. He smiles, a crooked smile.

"What?" I say, catching my breath.

"You said I would never see you naked again" I gasp, punching his leg. He laughs and I can't believe what a smartass he is. I lift my body up, and he lifts me into his arms. He is on the bed on his knees, and I am wrapped around him. "I knew you would get there in the end. You would trust me" he says solemnly. He kisses me softly this time, and I cant get enough of him. I moan under my breath. He chuckles. He lays me back down and I let him explore every inch of my body. And he does. He kisses my legs, my inner thigh. I grab onto his hair, and he looks up at me, smiling wide. He grabs my hand and puts it to the side, not letting me interrupt. He does things that I didn't know he could do, but he assures me that he is a man after all and that he has wanted to do this to me for a long time. It gives me butterflies and other feelings.

When he is done exploring, I turn him on his back and pin his arms down. I straddle him, but he is too strong and he flips me back around. "Who said I was done?" he asks, kissing my chest, and my stomach. I lift my knee up, pulling his attention back to my face.

"Its my turn" I say, laughing. I kick with my knee and get him on his back. He is stronger than me, but he lets me pin his arms down once more. My hands pin down his wrists, and he is smiling wide. A boyish smile. His hair is messy from me grabbing it. I kiss his neck this time, and he growls.

"Mare" he warns. He sighs when I run my tongue over his neck and bite it. Marking him. He laughs, knowing exactly what I am doing. "Mare" he says again, but I don't listen. I keep my hands pinned on his wrists, and kiss my way down his chest. His muscles and his scars. I kiss it, softly. I know the effect I have on him because I can feel it against me. When I get down to his pants, where the strap is, I let go of one of his wrists. I pull on the strap, pulling it down. He growls again, warning me that we won't be able to control ourselves once all the clothes are off of us. I smile at him, wanting just that. For us to lose control. Like the night I said goodbye to him, 6 months ago. He grabs my hair again, pushing it to the side. He looks at me, and when he has had enough, he pulls his head back, sighing.

He grabs me, having enough of the foreplay and kisses me hard and fast, our bodies against each other. We get under the covers, and continue what we started. I let him take control, because Cal is the stronger one. He is the King after all.

I couldn't have asked for a better last night with him. If I die, or if this is all I get, then I would die happy. That is all you could ask for in the end.