Chapter 43: Divine Mates, Part III

What are you even thinking, Hestia? I questioned myself as Castiel leaned down, his lips meeting mine.

In the middle of this hedge maze… while a party was raging just a few feet away from us, where anyone could just walk in on us doing… this.

A Queen contender and the High Priest of the Temple…

A pairing scandalous enough to be written in the Kingdom’s history books. Let alone this fine specimen of a Lycan who had taken the vow of celibacy almost more than a year ago.

The Temple Priests, like the Queens, mostly die young. Or alone. They devote themselves to their work and their Kingdom, that…

But if it was a pairing graced by the Goddess herself, should I still be worrying like this?

The confusion in my mind was silenced as Castiel’s lips worked their wonders once again. They still felt gentle, but his movements carried a hint of urgency.

“Wait, Castiel…” My voice felt weak against the loud beating of my heart. “Someone might see us…”

“No one would,” he whispered as he pulled the strap of my dress. “Everyone’s busy inside, Hestia.”

It sucks that I know he was right. And worse… was how my body felt after hearing those words.

Us being alone in this secluded garden, where inhibitions were almost non-existent, stirred something deep within me.

I grabbed him by the thin fabric of his shirt, my legs instinctively opening wider to accommodate his frame.

Castiel knelt on the grass, his white pants slowly getting stained by dew and dirt. He didn’t care. Nor did he give a damn when he removed the golden necklace he was wearing, with a pendant of the sun.

Mother Goddess’s crest.

It lay on the grass, discarded. As if telling that Castiel, at that moment, had abandoned his duties.

And maybe I was, too.

It wasn’t a secret what happened to Queen candidates who were caught with priests from the Temple or in the bed of members of the Lycan council while the trials were still ongoing.

They get stripped of their power. They get banished. Discarded.

And the priests? They were castrated.

Despite my mind being clouded by the effects of the aphrodisiac, I fully knew the risks. And yet, Castiel continued. His lips persisted.

And this heat, this want, this need, it felt feral. Primal, even. After all, he is my mate. And our mate bond remained untouched.

“Wait,” I whispered as I felt something tying around our wrists. A golden string of light…

A Divine Link!

I immediately pushed Castiel, remembering what the Stranger said. The aphrodisiac would sever any Divine Link during mating.

And it would be hellish pain.

“Hestia—”

“We can’t mate… The Link would get dissolved by the aphrodisiac, and it would be very painful—”

He silenced me with his lips. When Castiel let go of me, we were already both out of breath. “You worry for nothing, Hestia. I’m not your Vassal…” A smirk played on his lips. “And I’m not the High Priest for nothing.”

He flicked his fingers before making me suck on them. I obediently followed as Castiel lifted the hem of my dress, exposing me right in front of him.

The thin cloth remaining on my body felt flimsy when he rashly pulled it away, my core already wet and quivering due to the effects of the aphrodisiac.

Castiel didn’t waste any time. His lips did the work down there as he forced me to suck on his warm fingers. His other hand gathered the fabric of my dress, as I almost sank into the hedge, the thorny parts of it cutting through my skin.

My eyes watered as I stared at the bright, full moon right above us, witnessing how Castiel made my back arch in the middle of a hedge maze.

I grabbed his golden locks, pushing him deeper into me. Castiel’s mouth made soft, wet sounds that got carried by the wind, making me wonder if anyone would hear us outside the maze.

“Focus on me,” he growled as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. My eyes were painted with a mix of pleasure and pain as he put them inside me.

“Castiel…”

“I like it when you say my name like that,” he whispered to my ear as he planted soft kisses on my neck.

My eyes instantly fell on his crotch when I heard him unzip his pants. And the golden boy of the Illuminas Clan certainly didn’t lack, even down there.

“Liking what you’re seeing?”

I gazed up at him, unsure if I was breathless as he entered me, or if it was just getting harder and harder to breathe where we were.

Castiel’s soft features shone under the moonlight. And it reminded me that the gentle boy I grew up with and had looked up to for so long was no longer a boy.

And it made me feel…

“Curses,” he whispered as he felt me clamp around his member. “You’re tight…”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Castiel shoved himself deeper into me, his low growls filling my ears.

My mind instantly went blank as he began to move. The concrete bench in the middle of the maze softly shifted as he swung his hips.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. His scent filled my nostrils, which made me bury my face in his neck.

I purred as Castiel softly caressed my back, as our bodies slowly collided over and over. The soft, wet sounds grew louder and louder as his movements grew deeper and faster that—

“Open your mouth,” he whispered to me. I followed. Castiel crashed his lips against mine once more, distracting me as he released all of his warm seed inside me.

My knees slightly trembled as he placed me down on the bench again, his juices spilling into my inner thighs and onto the grass below. Castiel kissed my forehead, as the golden Link between us burned brighter.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt of owning you?” he whispered as he knelt in front of me once more. “I never thought… it would be better than in my dreams…”

He pulled me closer to him as he prepared to enter me once more. Castiel’s fingers produced this soft light from his fingers, his lips slowly chanting a spell.

He pounded on me once again, this time a bit rougher I almost forgot my own name. Castiel raised my hips as I almost fell off the bench, clutching on its edges for my dear life.

His fingers traced symbols on my body, as if he were drawing runes on me. Ungodly sounds escaped my lips as I felt myself reach my pinnacle.

“Good, come for me…” he whispered as he thrusted deeper. “Come on my cock, Hestia…”

I obeyed his command. As I trembled in his hold, our bodies still connected, I heard a soft…

Click.

My head whipped. But between ecstasy and Castiel’s continued thrusting deep inside me, I couldn’t focus on looking to see if anyone was around. I decided to close my eyes.

And that… was a big mistake.