His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

No name. Just the unspoken truth that wearing it would mean I belonged to him. Forever or not, I wasn’t ready for that. But my body was. It burned for it. “You’re not putting that on me like some obedient little girl,” I said, my voice shaking more than I liked. “I wasn’t going to.” He stepped behind me. “You’re going to put it on yourself.” I froze. Then slowly, his fingers brushed my shoulder, tugged the loose strap of my silk robe down. The other side followed. The robe slid from my skin, pooling at my feet.

I then pulled off the string tied to my hair letting it drop to my shoulders. "Here, put this yellow one on." She immediately instructed me. I nodded and took the yellow silk robe, putting it on. It was my best robe because it was very expensive and beautiful, a gift given to me by my step father on my coming of age ceremony. It had golden rings on my chest and white fur around my neck and wrist. It truly was beautiful with art golden symbols on its back. "Sit down and let me fix your hair." She ordered. I quickly went to my things and picked up the golden hair pin then handed it to her.

"The council of elders has requested that you choose an outfit for the feast." I grinned, stepping forward to inspect the clothing. "Let's see what you've brought me," I said, my hands caressing the fabrics. I ran my fingers over each piece, feeling the smooth silk of one, the soft wool of another. But it was a robe of dark green velvet that caught my eye, the material rich and regal. "This one," I said, lifting the robe from the hanger. "It's perfect for the occasion." The attendant's eyes shone with pride. "A wise choice, Alpha," she said, her hands gentle as she helped me into the robe.

Moonlight already bathing the stones in silver. We returned to the chambers to prepare. Servants had laid out ceremonial robes. Deep forest green for me. Midnight black trimmed with silver for Ronan. We dressed each other with careful hands. Fingers lingering on skin. The bond sang with every touch. Ronan tied the sash at my waist. His breath warm against my neck. "You look like mine. Finally." "I always was." I replied. Adjusting the clasp on his robe. "Even when we fought it."

“The Luna sent me.” My brow furrowed. “Sent you… for what?” She approached the bed and laid the folded fabric across it with careful hands - a fresh shift, clean and white, and beneath it, something else. A long, soft garment the colour of cream, with sleeves and a tie at the waist. “A robe,” Mira explained. “She said you should have something to wear in your room that doesn’t…” Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish. Doesn’t declare what you are. I swallowed. “That was… generous of her.”

I decided not to wear panties under my gown this morning—a surprise for Scott that I should probably regret, but for some reason, I don’t. “I’ll get you a robe,” Rob says quickly. I stand with my hands crossed in front of my breasts until he returns with a white silk robe. I don’t know how much of me he sees when he helps me into it, but the thought of him looking makes my pussy tingle. He takes my hand and walks me to the giant tub, which is already half full. “Your bath should be ready in a few minutes,” he says. “I’ll just watch TV or something until you’re ready to come out.”

I went into her robe, gently tugging at it until it came loose, falling to the ground with a single drop— still and silent. “Fuck me Dane!! Please fuck me..”

" You threw them?? Why? How could you? " " Give me this bathrobe, I will show you how I threw them. " He touched the lapels of my bathrobe, and I shrieked and clenched them together. " You... Are... " " Awww... My cute little wife was speechless after looking at my body." He said. " What am I going to wear? " " You are looking sexy in this bathrobe. They are much better. " " Rob, please shut up!! What am I going to wear? Wait!! Go and see outside, and if no one is around, I will go and get my dresses from my room. "

Clean lines, broad shoulders, medals gleaming on the deep navy fabric. He looked... kingly. "You look great," I murmured. "I feel like in in a renaissance fair," he groaned. "I don't even wear this into battle." I raised an eyebrow. "Well, you should. It looks hot on you." He smiled. "I'm only wearing it as a present to you." "A present?" "Yeah, for your birthday." My eyebrows lifted. "My birthday?" "Don't tell me you forgot?" Robbie said with a grin. "What did you think this party was for?"

Could I bear the thought of being the one who let them down? Lost in my internal debate, I barely noticed as the palace maids dressed me. They had chosen an elegant robe for me, one that was fit for a royal occasion. It was made of the finest silk, a shimmering azure that seemed to capture the essence of the deep ocean. Intricate embroidery adorned the edges, forming delicate patterns of sea creatures and exotic flora. The robe flowed gracefully, its hem brushing the marble floor of the closet.