"Everyone seems so tense this evening," Dezerae said as she gazed at Sargon while picking up her wine glass. Sargon leaned back in his chair, glanced at her, and looked down the middle of the table.
Marie was silent as she looked at her own wine glass and picked it up, swirling the contents around, then taking a big gulp.
Sargon looked at Marie, but she refused to look at him. She felt like running out of the dining hall. She was no longer hungry and had no desire to entertain the entitled Princess Dezerae.
Mabel and two other maids began bringing in everyone's meals and placing the trays in front of each person.
Mabel had a worried look on her face as she made eye contact with Marie. She could tell the situation was completely uncomfortable for her.
"Marie, tell me about yourself since Sargon has said nothing at all about you. Are you some sort of healer? I can't imagine why else you would be here if you are not one of us." She said mockingly.
Marie turned to look at Sargon with shock on her face that she could not disguise. How could he not say anything at all about her? He had just marked her. Was she his big secret?
"I guess you can say I am a bit of a healer," Marie said, being as vague as possible. She had no desire to overstep Sargon but this woman was pushing her.
"Well, what kind of healer are you and how did you end up in this kingdom. You seem a little out of place. Are you a human? You definitely do not have a wolf. What is your purpose here?" Dezerae asked, trying to get as much information out of Marie as possible. She was desperate to learn about this woman who had Sargon's attention.
Marie tilted her head and stared at Dezerae. The boldness of this woman was unbelievable, and no one stopped her. Just as she opened her mouth to respond to Dezerae, Sargon spoke.
"Marie is helping to find a solution to the rogue issue. She has much experience in the matter. Without her, we would all lose wolves." Sargon said, looking directly at Marie.
"Oh, you speak for her as well, Sargon. That's cute." Dezerae said as she chuckled.
Catelyn grew wide-eyed as she looked back and forth between Sargon and Dezerae, then at Marie. Harold remained quiet and ate his food, one bite at a time. He never liked Dezerae much, but this was getting interesting.
Marie's blood began boiling. Who did this woman think she was and why did she feel she could speak to anyone the way she did?
Marie stood up and placed both hands on the table, glaring at Dezerae as she leaned towards her. Her eyes began glowing slightly as she flicked her hair onto her other shoulder, inadvertently exposing the marking.
Dezerae's eyes widened as she viewed the mark.
"No. Alpha Sargon is not my mouthpiece. I can speak for myself. I am here because he wants me here and until he feels differently, I shall remain here as freely as I please." She said, as she looked over at Sargon, who met her gaze nervously.
Dezerae could not find out Marie was a witch. She would cause trouble for her surely.
Marie turned to face Dezerae once more.
"I suggest you find something else to entertain yourself with other than who I am or what color the Alpha's undergarments are this evening. I shall excuse myself from this ridiculous conversation. There are more pressing things I need to attend to. Catelyn, Harold, as always, it is a pleasure to see you. Good evening, Alpha Sargon." She said as she walked out of the dining room.
Catelyn nearly choked on her food as she held in a laugh.
Dezerae sat in shock. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. This woman had no respect for her. She would need to teach her a lesson.
"Well, that didn't go as planned." She said laughing off the embarrassment.
"Excuse me everyone." Sargon said as he stood up from the table and left the dining hall.
Catelyn and Harold stood up from the table as well.
"I am a bit-tired Harold. I think it is time to go."
"Yes, I agree luv."
"It was good to see you Princess Dezerae." Catelyn said as she and Harold left the dining room.
Dezerae sat in the dining hall alone as she took the contents of Sargon's wine glass, poured it into hers and gulped it back.
She sat there grinding her teeth. There was no way that little nobody was going to get what she wanted.
"This kingdom will be mine!" She growled under her breath as she threw her dinner napkin on her plate.
"Marie!" Sargon called out, while she ignored him as she continued to walk briskly.
She had already made it near her room. Sargon picked up his pace and grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving further away from him.
"What was that about Marie?" Sargon asked.
When Marie turned around, she pulled her arm away from him. Sargon could see that she held back tears.
"Yes, Sargon, what was that? How is that woman allowed to speak to people the way she does? Why doesn't she know what we are?" Marie said through her teeth as her eyes glowed.
Marie was having a hard time controlling her anger and she needed to stay away from everyone before she hurt someone.
Sargon reached for her hand again, but she pulled away and began walking towards her room.
"Just stop, Marie!" Sargon pleaded.
"I have to go. I am not staying here any longer!" She spat back.
Sargon walked up to Marie and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He turned the knob to a nearby room as he entered it, closing the door behind him.
"Put me down!" Marie said, as she punched Sargon on his back.
Sargon lowered Marie, pinning her on a side table against the wall. He grabbed the back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers forcefully as she received his kiss hungrily.
Their wine tainted tongues mingled as Sargon spread Marie's legs, wrapping them around him as he pressed his body against hers, igniting her deepest desires.
His kisses roamed along her jawline and down her neck, stopping and the marking, where he kissed her gently as her sex grew moist for his touch.
Sargon pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts as he took her nipple into his mouth.
Ripping her underwear with his other hand, he entered her aching folds with one finger, then two as her juices coated him. Marie leaned back against the wall as she breathed heavily.
She hurriedly began unbuckling his belt as he finished removing it for her.
Deeply kissing her, he entered her completely, stretching her as his mouth covered hers, muffling her scream. Marie grabbed onto Sargon's shirt, squeezing it as he deepened his stroke powerfully, causing the table he braced her on to hit the wall, noisily.
She could barely breath at the depth of his length as she arched back feeling lightheaded.
Sargon lifted one of her legs, holding it in place as he felt her sex squeezing him tightly while her juices flowed down her thighs and onto the table with every stroke.
Marie spread her legs wider, receiving the pleasure and pain as she released, pulsating all over Sargon's length as he growled with his release inside of her.
They held onto each other as their breathes slowly became controlled.
Sargon touched his forehead with Marie's as he closed his eyes. He kissed her softly and released her as he pulled her dress back up and began dressing himself.
"I am the King in this kingdom. You will let me lead." He said, with a serious tone as he looked into Marie's eyes.
Marie looked at him disappointedly.
"Then lead!" She said, harshly.
"I do not want a war with her kingdom. We have enough going on that we need to focus on." He said with frustration growing in his voice.
"So, I must let her walk all over me so you can keep peace with her kingdom?"
"No, it is not like that." Sargon said.
"Well, you need to handle this, or I am leaving, mark or not."