The Werewolf Prince and I (27 page)

“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.

“They may even ask you how you feel about it.”

She looked up at him. “And if I tell them that it’s wonderful and something I totally didn’t expect?”

He looked down at her soberly. “That’s exactly how I feel, too.”

When the plane touched down and they descended the stairs, Domenico’s sudden tension communicated itself to her. She looked up at him. “Domenico?”

“Something’s wrong.”

She finally noticed the swarm of security waiting at the ground. There were more of them than usual.

“Sir.” The man bowed to Domenico and then to her, which surprised Misty.

“Get straight to the point,” Domenico said curtly.

“There has been another attack.”

“Where?”

“At your reception.”

Misty cried out in shock.

Domenico immediately placed a protective arm around his wife’s shoulders, curving her into him in hopes that he could absorb her fears. “Casualties?”

The guard avoided his gaze. “Matteo is dead.”

Misty whitened.

Matteo was dead? She looked up at Domenico, knowing she could only imagine the agony he was in right now. She gripped his hand tightly, willing him to draw comfort and strength from her. He squeezed back but said nothing.

“There’s one more.” The man suddenly looked at Misty and she paled. “Your brother is critically injured.”

Chapter Ten

Dear Diary,

Kevin is hurt and I can only blame myself for it. Have I truly made the right choice, letting them step into a world they don’t know a thing about? If it’s not, will I actually be able to give Domenico up? Will I ever be forced to choose? I love him too much already that the thought of leaving him breaks me apart.

If I go, I want to have just one last night with him – one night to show Domenico how much I love him, how I would always die an exquisite death every time he enters my body, how I love the sometimes savage way he would possess me, his massive cock nearly splitting my cunt wide open when he is frantic for need.

I love every moment of it, the roughness and the sweetness. I love it because I love him. I just wish he would feel the same for me.

“Before we arrive back at home, I want you to understand one thing, Misty.” The attendants had left them alone in the lounge area of the plane, and almost all the lights had been turned off except for the pin lights above the wine bar across the room.

She nodded, waiting for what Domenico had to say.

“No matter what his injury is, it can be healed with our blood.”

Misty slowly felt her chest easing.

“But if we share our blood with him then he will be a Lyccan as well and therefore under our rules.”

“I don’t care, as long as he’s saved,” she said passionately.

He shook his head. “It’s not that easy. Since he’s not marrying into the pack then his transformation must be subject to council approval.”

Misty almost sagged in her seat. “But what if…what if they don’t approve?”

“They will.”

But he had not answered her and they both knew it.

Neither Domenico nor Misty had slept throughout the flight and they were both silent when they went to the hospital. It was Domenico who decided that they visited Kevin first.

Gazing down at Kevin’s unconscious form, she couldn’t believe how pale her brother looked. This was all her fault. She should have been honest with them from the start. If she had, they’d be more aware, more---

“Stop blaming yourself for something that’s not your fault.”

“But it is my fault.”

Domenico took her hand and guided her to the leather couch at the far end of the room.

When Domenico settled next to her, she looked at him unhappily. “I should have warned them, Domenico, even just a little. I should have---”

“If you are going to insist on blaming yourself then I must share with the blame. I didn’t give you permission to tell them about what I am. I didn’t---”

Misty let out a tired laugh. “You win.”

“Come here.” He pulled her into his lap.

The doctor’s prognosis had not been good. It was beginning to be clearer and clearer that he had to be transformed.

If it had happened anytime beside now, Domenico was confident he would get approval. But the recent fiasco in the Lyccan Hall was still fresh in everyone’s mind and Domenico didn’t want to push things. But if he had no choice, he would.

“Everything is going to be all right,” he murmured.