The Werewolf Prince and I

by Marian Tee

  He smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead.

  She sighed and pulled him closer, kissing his shoulder. Her body felt so hot and tingly, aching too, in places she hadn’t known. She moved restlessly against him again.

  Domenico repressed a shudder when Misty’s teeth nipped his neck. In return, he turned her head sideways, nuzzling her cheek before biting her ear and tweaking one tip with his fingers at the same time.

  She gasped and stiffened, pulling him more tightly against her.

  “I think I want to do it now,” she said, unable to believe that she had actually said the words. But she really wanted to! And they were going to be married! What was wrong with doing it now?

  “Stop tempting me,” he gritted out as he held her hips to stop it from moving.

  “But---”

  “We’re not going to do it and that’s final. But I promise you, you’ll still like what will happen and I’ll make you gasp night long.” He didn’t wait for her answer.

  She wouldn’t have been able to anyway. Because by then, Domenico was kissing her all the way down until---

  “No,” she yelped when she realized what he was about to do.

  “Not---” She gasped at the first lick of his tongue against the folds of her womanhood.

  Her head fell back at the second lick.

  She clutched his head at the third, making him chuckle and kiss her even more deeply.

  She did not stop gasping from that point and until the pleasure waves reached its peak, making her body arch, her eyes rolling back at the sensation. “Domenico,” she gasped and her body shuddered as she came and came and came again, his tongue never ceasing to lick her.

  Domenico lapped every drop of pleasure from Misty’s essence, loving how her sleek soft thighs trembled in his touch.

  He couldn’t believe how turned on he was just seeing Misty reach an orgasm. Just imagining what it would feel like when he could finally be inside her made his erection even more painful, but the exquisite pain that came with the anticipation was one he relished.

  He had been prepared to marry someone he might not be attracted to in order to thwart his father’s plans for him, but he had been blessed. Misty was everything he wanted – and more. He would never make her regret choosing him.

  Never.

  Chapter Five

  Dear Diary,

  I never knew I could be such an exhibitionist, but the more time I spend with Domenico, the more I’m sure I would risk almost everything just to have him kiss me. And touch me. I can’t get enough of his touch. Just looking at him makes my breasts ache. It amazes me that I seem to have the same effect on him.

  Sometimes at work, we would be in the elevator and he would stand behind me, pressing his erection to my back, teasing my clit into life while everyone has their eyes on the floor numbers. A part of me is dismayed when he does that, but the bigger and more shameful part of me wants to know how it would feel to come with other people around – but without them knowing about it.

  It must be amazing to be as sexy as Domenico.

  The morning-after had not been awkward. It couldn’t be since Domenico was already gone by the time she woke up in the middle of the afternoon. She had been aghast at the time and would have panicked if not for Domenico’s butler telling her that Domenico wanted her to take the day off and to meet him at a nearby restaurant.

  And now she was here. A receptionist had shown her to a private room. Domenico had been talking on the phone when she had come in, but he had smiled at her so beautifully it made her heart race.

  She remained standing, content just to look at him.

  No matter from what angle she looked, he was just too sexy. No matter what he did, no matter what he wore, he exuded a kind of magnetism that made one stop and just stare. She herself could stare at him for days without getting tired of him.

  She watched with helpless longing as Domenico took off his shades, placing them on the table before running one hand through his hair. Her mouth dried as he slowly stood from his seat, mesmerized at the way every suit he wore seemed tailored to emphasize the elegance and ruthless strength of his whipcord thin body.

  Fingers snapped in front her.

  Misty straightened, surprised to see Domenico already standing inches before her, an odd look in his eyes. “Are you all right, darling?”

  She swallowed, “Yes, sir---uh, Domenico,” she corrected herself quickly. Dear, dear Lord…why was she feeling so hot? The air-conditioning was fine, wasn’t it?

  Maybe, a sly voice inside her head suggested, it’s because you’re H.

  H?

  Have the hots for him, horny---

  I am not!

  Snap!

  “Misty.” Domenico wore a puzzled frown this time.

  Oh God, she had been talking to herself.

  She managed a weak smile. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

  Domenico raised a brow. “About what?”

  “Nothing.” But her blush gave her away.

  Domenico bent down to stare straight into her eyes. “Really?” he asked slyly.

  She took a step back. She couldn’t help it.

  But he countered each step with another step forward until she found herself yelping as her back hit the wall.

  Domenico’s hands were suddenly braced against the wall, forming a barrier on each side of her face and effectively imprisoning her in place.

  “I wasn’t thinking anything important.” But her voice trembled in the end. God, God, he was so near. His lips were so near. And he smelled so good. And God, God…

  He laughed. “Liar.”

  Domenico’s lips touched the edge of her mouth.

  Misty wanted to turn so their lips could meet, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have the confidence just yet, even with everything that happened last night. That time still felt like a dream.

  “Tell me,” Domenico whispered, his mouth near her ear this time.

  “I…”

  He licked her ear.

  She jumped.

  “What were you thinking about?”

  He cupped her face.

  And she realized she couldn’t lie. “You.” She couldn’t elaborate, wasn’t allowed to elaborate because Domenico was kissing her deeply then.

  An hour later and they were seated across each other, Misty glaring and Domenico smiling complacently as blushing and giggling waitresses served them their food.

  When they left, Misty burst out, “They knew!”

  Domenico shrugged. “So?”

  “What do you mean so?” she sputtered. “They knew we---w-we----” She couldn’t get the words out, but her red face said what she had to say.

  “I wanted you. You wanted me. We’re about to be married,” Domenico said simply, finally looking at her. “They didn’t see us, did they?”

  “But they heard us!” In fact, she could remember the five times she moaned and the particular thud that her back made when he slammed her against the wall and made her come in his mouth – again, with his tongue thrusting in and out of her.

  She closed her eyes in mortification.

  And even if they hadn’t heard them making noise, the way Domenico was acting said it all. There was an unmistakable air about him, one that told everyone very clearly he had just been satisfied, sexually, and completely.

  Domenico nearly smiled, but he didn’t because he could see Misty was halfway to being seriously upset. “Cara, Lyccans are not like humans. I told you already, didn’t I? We are not as uninhibited as humans are. Passion is definitely not something to hide. I’m not saying we’re ruled by it but we don’t find shame in enjoying it - especially if it’s with the right person.”

  “But we’re in a restaurant!”

  Domenico almost smiled again. She reminded him of that cute kid in the Disney movie – the one that the girls had made him watch with them years back. But it’s a talking dog!

  “No one saw us. So what’s the problem? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

>   Misty looked tormented.

  This time he laughed. He knew why she was looking like she was about to have diarrhea. She wanted to be honest but at the same time felt embarrassed at doing so.

  “You’re so hard to understand,” Misty mumbled.

  “Am I?”

  “You were supposed to be cold. Everyone thinks you’re cold.” Misty sounded almost accusing. “But you’re not!”

  And there, Domenico thought, was the difference.

  Any other woman would have rejoiced in making him lose his cool. Because Misty was right. He did not normally act like this. Yes, he was Lyccan and yes, his kind was very passionate. But Domenico used to be different from other Lyccans…until now.

  Until Misty.

  But she didn’t know that and he liked it that way.

  It was beginning to be clear to him that Misty was going to be more important to him than he expected her to be, dangerously so. It was imperative that she did not realize that. If his own father – his own flesh and blood, someone he had once idolized – could hurt him so deeply, then Misty – who owed him nothing – could do worse.

  He smiled at her, knowing that his thoughts – unlike hers – were completely hidden from Misty. “I promise I’ll never make love to you again until we’re married. Will that make you happy then?”

  She looked tormented again.

  He laughed. “Come on, come on. You know you want to say it,” he murmured silkily.

  How did he know her so well in so short a time, she wondered. But out loud, she said reluctantly, honestly, “No. That’s not going to make me happy.”

  “Great. Because I wasn’t about to keep that promise anyway.” He suddenly took her hand across the table and brought it to his lips. “Never lie to me, hmm, Misty? Even if it’s out of embarrassment. I despise dishonesty.”

  She nodded, trembling still at the touch of his lips against her skin. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t lie to her, too, but in their circumstances, she didn’t really have the right, did she? Glancing at Domenico and seeing the brooding look on his face, she said haltingly, “What about you?”

  Domenico was startled. “What about me?”

  “You didn’t get to---” She blushed.

  Mesmerized at the play of emotions on her face, he drawled out, “Is that an offer to make me come, darling?”

  Swallowing, she nodded.

  He smiled, knowing she was probably mentally squirming by now. “Relax, Misty. I don’t ever want you to think that you have to return the favor every time I give you an orgasm. I like doing it for you,” he said simply, honestly.

  Misty’s gaze was earnest when it sought his, making him suck his breath as she said shakily but feelingly, “I want to pleasure you.”

  His cock immediately rose to attention. “What,” he said slowly, “do you have in mind?”

  Misty gulped at the hunger in his eyes, and his challenging tone made her wonder if she was truly ready for what she was about to do. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I want to take you in my mouth.” She closed her eyes the moment she said it, feeling her cheeks heat.

  “Are you sure you want to?”

  Her eyes flew open at the mocking doubt in Domenico’s tone. Even though she knew he was only teasing her, she felt defensive. Lifting her chin, Misty said, “Yes.”

  “Then come and kneel before me.”

  Here it goes, Misty thought, and her panties immediately became wet at the thought of what was about to happen. The thought of making him come in her mouth, of being able to make someone like Domenico Moretti lose control, was enough for her heart to beat madly and her breasts to throb in exquisite pain.

  She got up from her seat and knelt between her knees as he turned his chair away from the table.

  Seeing Misty in a subservient position brought out something fierce and primitive from inside him, and Domenico’s cock swelled even more. “Unzip my pants and take my cock out,” he said, lust causing his voice to thicken.

  With none too steady hands, Misty carefully lowered here zipper, pushing the black briefs to the side so his cock would spring free. Even though it was her second time to see his cock, the sheer length and girth of it still made her gasp.

  Domenico almost smiled. He would have if he did not have the most painful hard-on in his life. He had never been this excited for a blowjob. “Do you think you can take all of me?”

  She nodded.

  “Then start holding me first, stroke me up and down like that.” He grunted when her fingers found him and she did as asked, quickly finding a rhythm that had him clutching the armrest hard.

  “Slowly take me in your mouth…aah.” Domenico’s fingers clenched around the armrest even though he knew he was close to breaking his chair. The warmth of Misty’s mouth surrounding his cock was a pleasure like no other.

  Misty did her best to take as much of Domenico’s cock as she could, but she could only manage a few inches before she felt the gag reflex kicking in.

  “Relax your throat,” Domenico gritted out. “Take it slowly.”

  Focusing on his words, Misty tried again, this time concentrating on the strangely addictive taste of Domenico’s cock as she sucked him. The words worked like magic, her mouth and throat relaxing in a way that let her take almost his entire length.

  Domenico’s head rolled back. “Yes. Like that.” He groaned as her teeth grazed the sensitive tip of his cock.

  Hearing Domenico’s sounds of pleasure made Misty wetter, and she instinctively tried to move faster, one hand holding the base of his cock more confidently while her other hand caressed the balls underneath.

  Domenico’s fingers gripped her hair, using it to guide her movements. He tried his best to keep his hips from thrusting too hard into her mouth but as he became closer and closer to reaching an orgasm, it became near impossible to control his movements.

  “Pull out now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he rasped, letting go of her hair as he focused on keeping himself from ejaculating.

  In response, Misty, without releasing his cock from her mouth, took his hands again and put it back on her hair.

  Domenico lost all control after that. Gripping her hair hard, he thrust his cock into her mouth and exploded, his body shuddering at the force of his release.

  Misty did her best to swallow it all in, but there was just too much and some of the salty white liquid dribbled out of her mouth. She slowly let go of his cock, blushing when it came out of her mouth with a loud pop. For a moment, she could only stare at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what she had done – and how much pleasure she had derived simply from giving him head.

  Domenico opened his eyes and caught sight of the look of stunned realization on Misty’s lovely face. Taking the napkin from the table, he gently wiped her lips clean, finding it hard to believe that it was her first time to suck cock.

  “Are you really sure you didn’t take lessons before this?” he teased her as he slowly pulled Misty up.

  Her nose wrinkled as she admitted a bit wryly, “You were my first French kiss, Domenico.”

  He cupped her chin possessively at that and took her lips in a kiss, loving how she tasted like him when his tongue swept in. “I will also be your last.”

  When he let go of her, Domenico saw Misty’s surprised gaze stray down to his still erect cock. “Shouldn’t it be, umm, resting by now?”

  He shook his head. “Lyccans have more stamina than men.” He paused.

  She raised a brow.

  “And I have more stamina than most Lyccans.” He waited and was not disappointed when she blushed. He grinned.

  After insisting on helping Domenico fix his clothes, Misty let Domenico pull her into his lap and feed her. They talked about her family and more of his work at the Lyccan Council, Misty sobering a bit when she learned more about the recent killings.

  “Do you have any suspicion about who it could be behind those murders?”

  He nodded. “But they’re not worth d
iscussing since they are merely suspicions.”

  When they finished their meal, two of the restaurant’s female servers bustled in, one taking care of the dishes while the other handing him the bill. He gave his credit card, and with his gaze lingering on Misty’s mouth, he murmured, “Charge me for the napkin, too. It’s been…used.”

  Misty and the two other women blushed as Domenico continued staring at Misty’s mouth, the reference more than apparent.

  Inside the limousine and on their way to a salon Domenico insisted she have her hair cut and styled, Misty accused, “You did that deliberately.”

  He did not even bother denying it, and instead used a lock of her hair to tug her close for a quick hard kiss that was more than sufficient to make her clit ache. “Darling, I’m just staying true to my promise. I want to prove to everyone how much I want to fuck you.”

  Inside the salon, Misty was assisted to yet another private room. When they were alone, she met Domenico’s gaze through the mirror. Her eyes widened at the contemplative look at his face as he glanced around the room, noting the lock on the door and the other available seats. Misty burst out, “No! Not here!”

  He laughed, and Misty realized he was simply teasing with her.

  “That was mean of you!”

  He kissed her protesting mouth. “I only live to please you, darling. Every fucking way I can.”

  When the salon’s staff came back in, Misty’s face was still red enough for the makeup artist to ask if she was using any blush.

  The hair stylist added highlights to her hair without taking out any of its length, thanks to Domenico’s explicit warning against cutting it. She was already given a lesson on applying cosmetics, which surprised her. Domenico explained, “You’ll need it sooner or later when we start attending events together so we might as well get that out of the way.”

  Then they headed to an exclusive fashion boutique. The fact that none of the dresses hanging on the racks had any price tags worried her immensely.

  “Have your wedding gown designed. It will be ready by the time we marry.”