Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He starts shaking as he stands there with his back straight, arms behind him, watching as I finger myself.
“Mmmm,” I moan as I pull my fingers out. They’re dripping with cream. “Want a taste?”
He sniffs the air, scenting my arousal, but he doesn’t move.
I slide them into my mouth and suck them clean, my eyes locked on his while I do it.
“Still want to wait?” I ask as I rub my aching clit.
He opens his mouth and I’m expecting him to chastise me, but he doesn’t. “Spread those lips,” he commands in a husky voice. “Show me the pink inside.”
I do what he says, spreading myself open to show him my virgin entrance.
My eyes drop to his pants and I moan when I see how hard he is. There’s no hiding it. He’d have a better chance of hiding a longsword in his pocket.
“I want to see too,” I say as I rub myself into a frenzy. “Pull that big dick out and stroke it for me.”
Yes…
My body ignites as he finally unclasps his hands from behind his back and takes out his long hard cock.
He’s so big. It’s monstrous.
King-sized.
I whimper and moan as I watch him wrap his big strong hand around his solid shaft and start stroking, long and hard, up and down.
It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen and it’s pushing me toward the edge. My body shakes and convulses as my hand cramps up, my fingertips moving faster and harder on my clit.
“My queen,” he growls as he jerks off his big cock.
It doesn’t take long for him to erupt.
He grits his teeth and growls as he orgasms. Powerful streams of cum surge out of his cock and land on his hand and wrist as I watch in awe. It’s so fucking sexy. So fucking hot.
I scream as I feel my orgasm barreling forward. It roars up from the darkness, fierce and unstoppable.
With a cry, I explode, cumming hard as I throw my head back and twist my body. My legs clamp shut on my thighs as my body convulses and trembles with heat. I shake and whimper, wishing it was Alaric’s hand on me instead of mine.
My bones turn to jelly as I sink into the Wolf King’s throne, still exposed, still wanting him badly.
Six days…
I may not make it.
Alaric is breathing heavily as he pulls out a handkerchief and quickly cleans himself up. He pulls up his pants, taking that beautiful view away.
I can tell he wants more. We both do.
This may have taken the edge off, but it’s done nothing to satisfy our ravenous hunger. This was like eating a cracker after being starved for two weeks.
“I must go,” he says with his voice cracking.
He takes one last yearning look at me lying half naked in his throne—ready for anything—before he abruptly turns and practically flees out of the room without looking back.
“Gooooodddddsssss,” I scream in frustration as the big heavy door slams shut with a finality that I find so fucking irritating.
Six days.
How can I wait that long?
If it works for him, maybe it will work for me.
“I am alpha,” I whisper. “I endure.”
Nope.
Still ravenously horny.
This is going to be the longest six days of my life.
Chapter Ten
Morwen
It’s finally the night of the mating ceremony.
I can finally breathe now that there’s a full moon in the sky. For I know when I fall asleep, I’ll be finally satisfied. No more tossing and turning with dirty dreams tormenting me, waking up all sweaty, my body blazing.
I’ll finally be Alaric’s. And he’ll finally be mine.
“You look marvellous,” Nyxara says when she’s finished getting me ready. “Like a queen to rule the wolves for ages. When my grandpups sing of you, they will be singing of your timeless beauty tonight.”
“Oh,” I say, taken aback. “Thank you.”
And here I thought this red gown was a bit too much.
I step in front of the mirror for the first time and my breath catches when I see my reflection. I do look like a queen. This gown is heavy with fine embroidery that glints softly in the lantern light. The fabric is warm against my skin, rich and decadent like it was made for royal throne rooms, candlelit halls, and moonlit rituals, so unlike the muddy village paths I once walked. A low neckline reveals just enough that it will make Alaric’s pulse quicken, and the fitted waist hugs my hips, falling gracefully behind me.
I hardly recognize myself.
Nyxara has swept my hair up into an elegant twist with small braids woven through it. It’s all pinned and held together by delicate silver clasps shaped like crescent moons. A few loose strands frame my face, softening the look, making me still feel like me—just… elegant and elevated.
Alaric arranged for me to wear the royal jewels, and they are something else. A giant ruby on a thick gold chain hangs from my neck and I have gorgeous gold and ruby earrings to match. Nyxara told me they’ve been passed down through his royal line for generations. It’s dizzying to imagine that one day my daughter might wear them.