The Werewolf Prince and I

by Marian Tee

  She didn’t pretend to misunderstand what he was saying. “Why did you choose to have an affair with Rebecca, Domenico?”

  “You know the answer to that as well.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “It served your purposes to have an affair with her.”

  He nodded. “I used her.”

  Domenico waited for her judgment. Was she disgusted now that she knew how different the two of them were and how ruthless he could be?

  When she opened her mouth, he held his breath.

  “Domenico, can you just promise not to lie to me again?” Her voice shook unexpectedly at the end.

  With a groan, he cupped her face and took her lips in a hard kiss, hoping it would help vanquish the pain Domenico knew was still scarring her heart. He hated the fact that she was hurting and it was because of him. She loved him. She deserved to be treated better.

  He pulled away and looked straight into her eyes as he said, “I won’t lie to you again.” It was a lie. But Domenico was going to do every damn thing possible she wouldn’t ever find out it was a lie. There were things he had to keep from her, things that would endanger her if she knew, things that she was better left not knowing.

  Misty tiptoed and kissed him full on the mouth, surprising both of them.

  God. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms. He tightened his hold around her. He didn’t want to ever let go of this woman. He would never do anything to endanger their relationship again, Domenico promised himself while returning and deepening the kiss. She was beyond everything he had expected. He didn’t deserve a sweet thing like her but she was his already and he would not relinquish her for anything else.

  “I don’t want us fighting,” she whispered when she pulled away, tears choking her voice.

  “Same here, darling.”

  “I want to marry you.” She nodded vigorously.

  He smiled at the fierceness of her voice. “Same here, darling.”

  She smiled against his neck. “You want to marry yourself.”

  He smiled against her hair. “You know that’s lame, right?”

  “But admit it, I made you smile.”

  “Yes.” He kissed her hair, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and lastly, he pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “You did.” And so she would, he knew, for the rest of their lives.

  And before Misty knew it, her wedding day had come.

  Kevin walked her down the aisle, both of them nervous but trying hard not to show it. The Morettis’ private chapel was even grander than Florida’s oldest church, and the walk down the aisle was so long Misty was slightly huffing by the time Kevin gave her one last hug before turning her over to Domenico.

  Mark had outdone himself. He had styled and curled her hair that it fell against her back in huge gentle curls while he also gave her bangs to frame her face. Finally, he placed a handmade band on her head, one where gemstones of every color of the rainbow were artfully put together to create a row of flowers.

  Her strapless gown was made of ivory silk, its back made of sheer lace. The tight top tapered to a full skirt that swayed with every move she made. Dressed as she was, Misty felt like she was Cinderella on her way to the meet her Prince Charming in a ball.

  Certainly, Domenico more than looked the part, and the sight of him filled Misty with such desire that she had a hard time keeping her heartbeat regular, not wanting the Lyccans to know how excited she was.

  Domenico stood at the end of the church, dashing in his black suit and white ruffled shirt, gold and ruby cuff links gleaming. When their eyes met, his gaze was sly and knowing, but tender at the same time, making Misty blink back tears.

  She had missed him so. They had not seen each other for over twenty-four hours in observance of wedding traditions, and she was surprised at how much she had missed him after such a short parting.

  “God, he’s handsome,” she couldn’t help whispering to herself.

  Domenico smiled.

  The crowd laughed.

  Misty closed her eyes in embarrassment. How could she have forgotten how exceptionally good Lyccan hearing was?

  After shaking Kevin’s hand, Domenico took her arm to curl around his. Feeling her shake against him, he bent down and whispered, “Okay?” He tried gauging her expression but could only glimpse a shadow of her face behind the veil.

  “Yes.” But she sounded like she was dying, and it made him smile even more.

  The ceremony proceeded in a haze before her eyes and then the priest was intoning in deep tones, “You may now kiss the bride.”

  Oh dear Lord, they were really, truly married!

  They slowly faced each other, Domenico suavely confident while Misty started trembling again.

  He gently lifted the veil to reveal her face. “Hello, Mrs. Moretti.”

  Tears made her eyes sparkle as she smiled tremulously at him.

  Domenico groaned softly before he bent down.

  Thunderous applause filled the chapel as they shared their first kiss as man and wife.

  When he lifted his head, Misty said without thinking but with every emotion inside her, “I love you.”

  “Ah, Misty.” Unable to help it, Domenico pulled her to him, uncaring of what people said, and kissed her more deeply.

  She was smiling and blushing when Domenico finally pulled away, his arm going around her waist possessively as they faced their well-wishers.

  He had not said ‘I love you’ back, and she was thankful. It gave her hope. It proved to her that he meant what he had said. He would not lie to her again. But in time, she was confident she’d be able to make him love her back. They were destined for each other. She knew it now.

  At the reception, she and Domenico opened the dance floor with a waltz that would remain one of the most magical moments in her life, especially when Domenico kept teasing her by gazing meaningfully at her exposed décolletage.

  “Stop it,” she giggled.

  “I can’t help it! They’re begging to be kissed---”

  “Domenico!”

  He laughed. “You are so beautiful tonight, Mrs. Moretti.”

  “Glad to please, Mr. Moretti.”

  And then she was being passed on to her brothers – even little Andy – and finally, Domenico’s father himself.

  “Welcome to the family,” Dio Moretti said gruffly as he swirled her on the dance floor.

  “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled and almost tripped in her nervousness.

  But Dio was strong and he did not let her fall, expertly maneuvering her into a twirl.

  “I know I can’t offer much as a daughter-in-law,” she ventured.

  He stayed silent.

  “But I can promise you that I will do my best to help you and Domenico be in good terms again. I have lived all my life without my parents so I know how precious it is to still have a father and mother with you. I’m sure Domenico knows it. He just has…issues,” she ended tactfully.

  “You don’t need to work to gain my approval,” he said finally. “You are my son’s bride. It is done.”

  Misty shook her head. “It’s not that. I mean, what is it with you Lyccans? You’re so…suspicious.”

  His lips twitched but he said nothing.

  Later, Misty found herself dancing with Jayme. As usual, he looked wickedly handsome, this time dressed in a tux. He stole a kiss, his lips fleetingly brushing against her cheek before he made her twirl in his arms.

  “Jayme!” Her eyes automatically searched for Domenico’s. She didn’t want trouble.

  When her gaze found his, Domenico made a slow killing gesture across his neck with a meaningful look at Jayme. She burst into laughter.

  “What’s so funny?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing.”

  Jayme sighed. “You really did go ahead and marry the old man.”

  “He’s not old,” she protested, eyes seeking Domenico’s once more. He was frowning at Jayme and it turned to a full-fledged scowl when Jayme retorted, “Oh y
es he is, compared to us.”

  Misty glanced at Jayme in laughing reproof. “Stop it. I know you’re just baiting him! I know you know he can hear us.”

  Jayme looked at her under his lashes. “You know, I’m okay with an affair…”

  Misty jabbed him on the shoulder. “Jayme, stop it. Don’t tempt my husband into throwing you out.” Her face glowed at the word. Husband. Domenico was really her husband.

  Jayme groaned. “I’m giving you back. I can’t stand that sappy look on your face.”

  At exactly midnight, Domenico and Misty said their goodbyes. The party would continue in the wee hours of morning, but for her and Domenico, their new married life would begin with their honeymoon. There were few people at the airport when they arrived and they proceeded to board the private jet of the Morettis’ without having to pass through any security checks.

  Domenico said they would be spending their honeymoon in his private island in the Mediterranean, but their wedding night would be spent on the plane.

  “Your membership in the mile-high club has been much delayed,” Domenico had told her with a grin.

  Alone in the master bedroom with Domenico, Misty felt inexplicably tense and scared all of a sudden, which was laughable considering how she practically begged for the chance to make love with him in the past days.

  Somehow, though, with the fact that they were married, everything was just different tonight.

  Domenico read every expression that flitted through her face. He gently clasped her shoulders and made her stare into his eyes. “Relax.”

  She sighed. There was just something so wonderfully persuasive about Domenico.

  “Tonight will be perfect for both of us.”

  She believed him, but she still stiffened as his fingers worked on the row of tiny buttons behind her back. And then the gown was falling in a pool on her feet and she was left in her silk underwear.

  Shyly, she reached for his bowtie.

  When they were both naked, Misty did not let her eyes strain below the neck. She just could not. It was silly but she just could not! She had been with him intimately in two occasions already, but right now they didn’t seem to matter. Her insecurities were massive, and every one of them was warning Misty about her sheer lack of inexperience for pleasing a sex god like Domenico Moretti.

  Knowing what was going through her mind, Domenico felt the usual wicked urge to play with her. “Sit down,” he said softly, guiding her to the bed. He made a motion to sit next to her, conscious of the way she kept her gaze on his face.

  Then he suddenly stood up, knowing that would keep her eyes waist-level with his erection.

  Misty shrieked in shock and hastily scampered across the bed. “Domenico!” she wailed, knowing he had done that deliberately.

  He burst into laughter and lied on the bed, pulling her toward him with incredible ease, until every inch of their bodies were plastered against each other.

  His lips twitched. “Ah, Misty. There’s just no one like you.”

  “This is going to be a stupid question,” she said slowly.

  Domenico already knew what the question would be and his shoulders rocked in laughter. “Misty--”

  She blurted out, “Are you sure it’s going to fit and it’s not going to tear me apart? Because I’ve seen some videos---”

  “Misty, you watched porn?” He pretended to be shocked.

  Her face burned. “I was curious!”

  “I’m just kidding, darling. And to answer your question, yes, it will fit and no, it will not tear you apart – well, not at least in a way that you would not want it to.”

  She looked at him doubtfully.

  “It will be fantastic between us.” He smiled into her eyes. “Would you like to explore for a bit? You can do anything.”

  She nodded.

  “I’m yours,” Domenico said simply.

  Her heart swelled at those words.

  Misty slowly wrapped her fingers around him, reacquainting herself with the feel of Domenico’s erection. She slowly stroked him up and down, the way he had taught her to. Misty loved the sound of his groan and loved it even more when he reached to cup her breasts and play with her nipples as she continued stroking him.

  “Domenico?” she whispered.

  He looked down.

  She took him in her mouth.

  Domenico gasped and groaned. He had not expected that and knew that Misty had planned it exactly that way. Her mouth was as heavenly as he remembered. His head whirled at the sensations her tongue evoked and the feelings rose in intensity as her tongue swirled, dipped, and teased.

  His hands instinctively went to her hair, guiding and exerting pressure. He couldn’t help it, and he loved it even more that Misty seemed even more eager to follow his commands.

  When Domenico was nearing the end, he abruptly pulled away.

  “I’m not yet done,” Misty protested.

  “But I will be if you continue and what kind of honeymoon this would be?” he retorted even as he strove to caught his breath. In one fluid move, Domenico had Misty lying on her back and his mouth on her breast while his fingers sought the essence of her.

  “Domenico!”

  “I love it when you say my name like that,” he whispered huskily before gently biting her nipple.

  Her back curved in reaction to the exquisite pleasure his touch created.

  Moving up to take her lips in a kiss, Domenico gently parted her inner folds to slide one finger in. Then he followed it with a second, third, and fourth, forcing her insides to stretch, preparing it or his cock.

  She gasped against his mouth.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  “I’m trying,” she whispered back, but hers was shrill and tense.

  He worked his fingers in and out in slow and steady strokes until her muscles gradually relaxed.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked hoarsely, dying to sink himself inside her but knowing it was not yet time. He only wished he would last until she was ready.

  “Y-yes,” she gasped and gasped more loudly the second time because Domenico had shoved all four fingers deeper into her. The pressure was uncomfortable only at the start. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his fingers and with every stretch, the pleasure inside her blossomed even more.

  “I love it when I see you so turned on for me,” Domenico rasped.

  Misty moaned in utter pleasure, her hips moving up and down on its own accord.

  Domenico savored the sounds his wife – he loved the sound of those words even more – was making.

  When he was finally sure she was wet and ready for him, Domenico slowly parted her thighs and settled himself between them. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her harshly.

  “Domenico.”

  Without any more warning, he pushed himself inside her to the hilt.

  “Aaaah.” Her head lolled back against the pillow at the unbelievable onslaught of sensation his possession created.

  The feeling of being surrounded by Misty’s warmth was so exquisitely beautiful Domenico had a feeling he would not last more than a few seconds before succumbing to the demands of his body. He wanted to move hard and fast and make the pleasure grow even more.

  “Are you okay?” he demanded.

  Misty couldn’t speak. She could only twirl her arms around his neck, wrap her legs around his, and lift her hips to make him sink even further in.

  It was all the response he needed.

  Domenico withdrew almost completely before sinking back, grinding his hips down against hers.

  Her hands swept his back restlessly with each thrust he made. When Misty’s fingers dug into his shoulders, he took that as a sign that she was lost as he was in the pleasure of their union and increased the speed and tempo of his thrusts.

  “You feel so fucking good it’s killing me,” he rasped against her skin as he nuzzled her neck.

  Her head fell back once more. “Domenico, please.” She didn’t know what she
was begging for, and her nails scraped his back as his thrust hit her clit at just the right place.

  Misty’s words undone him.

  His control left him.

  His thrusts became faster, wilder, and more powerful and the pleasure only intensified when Misty met his every move, muscles clenching, hips moving up and down.

  “Misty, come with me,” he commanded raggedly as he felt his orgasm building for an explosive release.

  “Domenico,” was all Misty could say, eyes rolling back.

  Just before he exploded inside her, Domenico withdrew one last time before slamming back into her in full force, sucking one nipple hungrily into his mouth as he did.

  Misty’s lips parted in a silent scream as she joined him in his release, her body bucking underneath his at the strength of her own orgasm.

  Hours later, after the fourth bout of their lovemaking, Domenico played with a curl of his wife’s hair as he asked, “How do you feel?”

  “Like I should have dragged you to bed a long, long time ago,” she admitted.

  He laughed. “Misty…”

  “I know,” she said glumly. “I’m such a sex addict.”

  He shook his head and gave her a breathtaking kiss, his hand squeezing the curve of her waist. The touch alone made her toes curl and wish for another round of lovemaking.

  “I’m just as addicted,” he said huskily as he nuzzled her neck. “More so, probably.”

  “How do you feel?” she asked shyly after a moment.

  He smiled down at her. “Blessed.”

  Her cheeks warmed. “That’s nice.”

  “Misty…”

  “Mmm…”

  “Tomorrow or someday, people may ask you if we’ve mated---”

  “What?!” She sat up at that, shocked that people would actually ask something that was so intimate and none of their business either.

  Smiling at her reaction, he pulled her back down and his smile widened as she automatically snuggled close to him.

  “Don’t be troubled. It’s a---” Domenico sought for the right words to explain the dilemma, knowing he had to tread carefully if he didn’t want Misty to be hurt again. “It’s a Lyccan tradition. So just tell them the truth. We’ve mated.”

  “That’s so weird,” Misty grumbled.