The Crown's Entrapment

Taking themselves to the dance floor, Freya couldn’t help but giggle in joy as Gideon swept her off her feet. With each beat of the rhythm, they both responded in kind, jiving to the tune of the music as they reveled in each other’s presence.

Although, the most surprising part is that Gideon knew how to dance.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” Freya chuckled as she let her mate take the lead.

“I’ve been practicing,” Gideon smirked. “I knew this would happen, so I tried my best to prepare myself for the inevitable.”

“Inevitable, huh,” Freya scoffed. “Still, I’m glad you didn’t wilt against Brother’s last minute teasing.”

“He was teasing me?” he replied to her. “I thought he was giving me his blessing?”

“Well, that too, but I could tell that he was smirking the whole time,” she let out a small giggle. “He’s just looking out for us though, so no worries.”

It was kind of endearing, to be honest. Sure, it was kind of embarrassing to think that her own brother officiated her Ritual of Marking with Gideon, but it was still touching to see that he really cared for her. Truly, he was her big brother even until the end.

The music wound down, and their dance slowly matched pace with it. Eventually, they were waltzing across the hall, swaying and vibing to the tune as they were left to their lonesome by their friends and guests.

“We’re kind of alone now, huh,” Gideon remarked, his grip on her hand tightening. “Do you want to stop?”

Freya giggled as she shook her head. Instead, she pulled him close, placing her head on her shoulder for a bit before replying. “We can stay like this for a while. This is our celebration, so we can afford to be a bit selfish.”

She really didn’t care at the moment if they were alone on the dance floor. She was too elated with everything that had just happened. Her shoulder still stung a bit from Gideon’s mark, but it throbbed ever so sweetly to her as she felt his presence smother her with its warm embrace.

Minutes passed, and everyone seemed to be tired out from all of the celebration. Freya herself still felt like she had a bit of energy in her yet, but alas, the partying had to end some time. With a smile, she thanked everybody for being there alongside Gideon, both of them showing their gratitude for everyone that supported them before they themselves went to rest in their now-shared room. She couldn’t help but giggle as he carried her to bed, her dress still on her as he stared at him all seductively.

“We’re finally at the best part,” Gideon chuckled, a hint of nervousness seeping through his lust-filled tone. “That is, if you want it to happen, of course.”

“And here I thought we were just going to rest,” Freya teased as she sat herself back up on the bed. “Also, why are you even asking that? Of course, I want it to happen.”

And just like that, a mad blush formed on her face for even allowing herself to speak that way. She was a princess, for crying out loud, and here she was effectively giving herself over to the man that was now her husband. Granted, that should be expected now that they were truly together as mates, but it still felt wrong for her to be that brazen.

“I-If you’re sure,” Gideon gulped, his gaze intensifying as he stared at her. “I want this to be as memorable to you as possible.”

Freya let out a sigh as she smiled. “Gideon, this day has already been memorable enough as it is. I don’t think anything we can do would make it any better.”

She blushed as she positioned herself in a way to give her mate a better view of her still-clothed body. Well, she said that, but she knew exactly where they were going right now. There was no way that they’d be able to resist each other now that they were together. And now… alone in their own room… Her own instincts were telling her to go ahead and mark him back.

[It’s not just telling you. It’s practically screaming at you!] Yal cackled in anticipation.

She took a deep breath as she balanced herself. It was going to happen now. She was sure of it. They would make love, and it would be nothing like she had ever experienced before.

Surely, if Jayra’s books were anything to go by, she would have a night that she would never forget.

Licking her lips, Freya stewed in her excitement as Gideon slowly began his advance. His stare was full of love and passion as he sat next to her, his hand slowly coming up to her face to caress her cheeks.

“I love you, Freya…” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”

She gulped. “Me too…”

Without any other preamble, their lips met, their bodies connected through the seal that were their mouths. They both moaned in pleasure from that one kiss alone, Freya herself letting out a satisfied hum as she felt his hands begin to roam around her body. It was clear that he was not new to this, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t like what she was feeling.

“Just tell me if what I’m doing is fine with you, alright?” Gideon lovingly mumbled in the brief moment their lips were apart. “I want you to enjoy this, and I’m willing to adjust if it means giving you a more… pleasurable experience.”

His words ran shivers across her spine as she nodded. Her arousal was starting to flare up now, and she felt her mouth salivating at the thought of having Gideon do things to her. Of course, she also wanted to do things to him… Marking him, for one…

“Gideon,” she began, letting out a short breath as she felt his hands roam across her chest. “I want… I want to mark you as well…”