This feels good… I wrap my arms tighter around the woman I’m holding in my arms, and she laughs softly, a sound that sounds oddly familiar…
“I missed you,” she whispers, placing her hand over mine and guiding it to her breast. “Did you miss me, My Prince?”
I frown slightly, my eyes feeling too heavy to open.
Missed me? Who is she?Who cares? As long as I can enjoy her…
I squeeze her breast, placing soft kisses along her neck. Her intoxicating scent lulls me into a sense of security. A soft moan escapes her, and then a shriek makes my eyes fly open, and I see Evangeline jump from the bed, dragging the duvet with her.
Fuck, was I just feeling her up in her sleep?I don’t let any emotion show on my face as she stares at me with wide eyes, her heart thumping and her cheeks flush a gorgeous shade of pink.
“What are you doing?" she asks with a frown.
“Sleeping,” I say, placing my arms under my head. Sleeping after sex is pretty neat, rather than waking up to a dead body shredded and thrown around the room. It's been years since I’ve experienced this, and this was by far the best I can remember.
Her gaze shifts to my hard-on. Thanks to her taking the duvet off the bed, I’m naked. She quickly looks around before she hurries to the wardrobe and takes out a pair of sweatpants.
“P-put them on. I don’t want to see it,” she says in a flustered whisper, making my eyebrow shoot up.
“What? You seemed to enjoy it when it was inside of you,” I retort, sitting up and slipping the pants on.
She doesn’t reply, and I glance back at her to see her pouting. I smirk slightly, thinking she looks fucking fine standing there and holding the duvet to her. I think she doesn’t realise there’s a mirror right behind her that is giving me the perfect view of her ass, one I want to grab and fuck.
“Get in bed,” I command as she grabs a shirt from the drawer. She nods, but she first slips my shirt on before shuffling back to the bed and fixing the duvet. She sits on the bed gingerly and gazes out at the rising sun. Her expression is serious, and I inhale deeply. Her scent has changed. It’s mixed with mine, and that in itself makes me feel even more possessive.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask her.
She looks at me and shakes her head, wincing slightly as she gets under the duvet. She’s obviously still sore from last night. I yank her into my arms, and she looks up at me, her heart skipping a beat.
“If I want to hold my wife, I can,” I say coldly.
For a moment, I feel like she wants to say something, probably refuse me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she allows me to place her head on my arm and pull her against my chest. It’s light outside. I know we need to prep for tomorrow, but for now… this tranquil calmness is… beautiful…
I close my eyes, and after a few moments, she relaxes into my hold, although she keeps wriggling against my cock. I don’t think she realises that’s just fucking turning me on all over again. She finally seems to relax once my dick is pressed against her thigh.
We are both still, and my breathing is steady. I’m nearly falling asleep again when I hear her sigh softly.
“Zed?”
My heart races when she calls me that, and I look down at her, but she’s staring at my chest, a frown on her face.
“Hmm?”
“You’re a hybrid, correct?" she asks.
“Yeah.”
She nods slightly, biting on her bottom lip. “So, your Lycan… is it him who thirsts for blood or you?”
“Me.”
She nods again, but I feel like there’s something else on her mind, something she isn’t quite able to say. “Why do you ask?”
She sighs softly and shakes her head. “Just… I once read that the most powerful Lycans can converse through their human to others. Can any of your family do that?”
I frown, a sliver of irritation rushing through me. Forget talking to others. Mine hasn’t even talked to me.
“Not to others. I don’t think there has been anyone in our family with a Lycan that can converse with others for centuries. The last that was rumoured to be able to do so was around seven hundred years ago at least,” I reply.
“I see… Yes, I read something similar,” she says softly.
I wonder what made her ask that. It just felt… strange. Random even. I don’t push it, though, instead closing my eyes.
“Sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” I say.
“Yes,” she says nothing more after that, and soon, she’s fast asleep.
Her breathing is soft and steady, her head tilted back on my arm, and I caress her hair slowly. My gaze dips to her breasts that are pressed against my chest, and wondering… Why am I so drawn to her?
Yes, she’s beautiful, ravishing, and a complete sex doll; one I just need to break into the life of sin and pleasure. But there’s more…
I push the thoughts away, wanting just to close my eyes for a few moments.