Virgin Prisoner: Bred to the Beast (Werewolf Breeding Erotica) (Bred to the Beast: The Virgin Trilogy) (2 page)

The Prince looked
down at her, his eyes gravitating toward her bosom, which heaved as she tried to catch her breath.  After an appreciative leer, he raised his gaze to her face and snorted in surprise as he recognized her.

"Lady Rela, what are you doing running about the streets like some common ragamuffin?"  His sharp eyes darted past her, scanning the street.  He sniffed the air like a dog scenting some threat.

At just the wrong moment, Collen dashed around the corner and ran straight into Rela's back.  "Caught you!" he cried, wrapping his arms around her waist.  When he felt her stiffen, he looked up, and his laughter died.

"Your Highness," he said, bowing deep and low.  Despite his cocky manner, Collen knew better than to insult Prince Malgar.  "I humbly apologize to have disturbed you."

Malgar scoffed, barely looking at Collen.  "Consorting with commoners, Rela?  It figures."  He turned to his men.  "Her taste in men has always been a bit odd.  She's a girl from the western country, you know.  They're a bit odd out that way."

Malgar's men laughed, and Rela felt her face turn red with anger and embarrassment.
  "May I have your leave to depart, Your Highness?" she asked, as nicely as she could through clenched teeth.

Malgar put on what he thought of as a gracious smile.  "Of course, my dear."  His eyes flickered to Collen, who still bowed low, and his arrogant grin widened.  "I'll see you at the feast tonight, Lady Rela.  My father has a grand announcement planned, one I can't wait for you to hear."  He nodded his head, then waved to his men.  They set off down the street at a trot, and people scampered out of their way.

"Rela, I'm sorry I ran into you, I..."

"Think nothing of it, Collen.  You handled yourself well.  Malgar has a quick temper and a cruel streak.  If
you had caught his attention, it could have meant real trouble."  She looked past his shoulder, down the street where Malgar's men had gone, affecting a deep frown.  Why do you suppose they tied those ribbons and bells to that boar's tail?"

Collen turned and followed her gaze, squinting after the guardsmen.  "I don't see any
ribbons or...  oh damn you, Rela!"  She had taken the opportunity to bolt in the other direction, gaining several seconds on him.  A block away, she darted around a corner onto a busy avenue and came to a stop.  Crowds milled in the street, shoulder to shoulder as they moved in and out of the busy market ahead.  Many of them wore the finery of nobles and merchants.  She couldn't go pushing roughly through that crowd without someone recognizing her.

Rela's eyes darted about, looking for another way.  To her right was a
long wall of rough brick covered with ivy.  A narrow door was set deep in the wall, almost concealed by the vines.  Its hinges were rusty from disuse.

With only moments to act, Rela yanked open the door and ducked through,
then pulled it shut behind her, wincing as the rusty hinges screeched.

She leaned against the bricks for a long moment,
panting and breathless as she looked around.  The wall enclosed a manicured garden with swirling hedges, trimmed lawns, and long beds of rich earth that no doubt held a vast array of beautiful colors when flowers bloomed in the spring.  Beyond a tall sycamore with spreading branches full of yellow leaves, the garden sloped gently up the hill to an imposing manor house built well back from the noise of the street.

No one moved in the garden, but the sycamore
's thick canopy hid her from anyone who might look out a window, and the wall was too high for Collen to see her from the street.  She sat down on a stone bench to catch her breath.

Rela imagined Collen jostling through the crowd just beyond the wall, eyes hunting for her.  Games like this weren't ladylike, but she loved giving Collen a taste of his own pranks.  She put a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Well this is even better than an inn."  Collen's voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and Rela nearly jumped out of her skin.  Her head jerked up, and she saw him perched on a thick branch that hung out over the top of the wall.

Rela's eyes went wide, then she cursed herself for giving Collen the satisfaction of surprising her when he laughed and leapt down to land lightly on his feet.  "If someone saw you climb over that wall, they'll call the city watch," she said.

Collen just shrugged.  "If they do, I'm here by invitation."

Rela's eyebrows shot up.  "Oh? 
And who invited you?"

Collen's face was all innocence.  "Why you did, of course.  Are you not the lady of this manor who summoned me to visit her in the gardens for civilized discourse and perhaps a bit of canoodling
?"

Rela laughed, but it was an inviting laugh.
  The run -and the chance meeting with Malgar - had quickened her heart, and the excitement made warm blood thrum in her veins.  And not only that, Collen had actually asked her father for his blessing!  Baron Dahr was a reasonable man, and Rela knew that he would trust her judgment.  The thought of marrying Collen sent a thrill up her spine.

She patted the stone bench beside her.  "Come sit with me, Collen."  He wrapped an arm around her as he lowered himself onto the bench, and she snuggled against his chest with a sigh.  "You know, you haven't asked
me
if I want to marry you."

Collen curled a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to his.  "Because when I look in your eyes, I see the same love I feel for you," he told her, then bent his head and kissed her.

In the chill air, his kiss felt warm and inviting, and she found herself pressing against him as his tongue slid between her lips, smooth and wet as it moved against her own.  He breathed deeply, savoring her scent.

Their bodies came together instinctively, and Collen pulled his thick cloak around them both, sealing in the warmth.  Rela wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, enjoying the hard muscles beneath his fine wool tunic.  His body was tense with an eager desire for her, like a bowstring stretched to the breaking point.  They had kissed plenty, and Collen's hands had explored her body outside her dress, but she never let him go further for fear that she wouldn't be able to stop
him, or that she wouldn't
want
to stop him.

Now a familiar warm sensation spread deep in her belly, that forbidden urge that she'd resisted for so long.  Collen would be her husband.  Why should she continue to resist?  No one need know.  This
garden was private enough.

Rela took one of Collen's hands in her own and moved it down to her bosom.  He stiffened for a moment
in surprise, but he cupped her firm, round breast through the silk of her dress.  His kiss grew more intense, and his mouth moved against her own as though he wanted to pull the very life force from her body.

His passion ignited her
s, and she raked her fingers down through his black curls and gripped his neck tightly as she returned the kiss.  Collen's thumb rubbed at her through the thin, smooth fabric of her dress, and her nipple puckered in response to his touch until she ached for more.  Rela wanted Collen to rip the dress from her body, wanted to feel his warm flesh pressed against hers in the cold autumn air, wanted to feel his cock slide into her wet, hot hole as his body pressed against hers until...

What was she thinking?  She shook her head to dispel the intoxicatin
g lust and pushed Collen away.  He looked at her, his eyes full of the same wild desire that she herself felt.

"What are we doing, Collen?" she whispered.

"What we've both wanted for so long," he said.

She shook her head.  "I want to, oh Collen, how I want to, but..."

His mouth twisted in that charming lopsided grin of his.  "But you want to go to your marriage bed a virgin."

"It's the right thing to do," she said.  "My father says..."

Collen chuckled.  "In some ways, you country folk are more refined than anyone I know.  You hold fast to your morals and your virtue, even in the face of great temptation."

"
You think you're such a great temptation, then?"  Rela smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I do
, my dear."  Collen wiggled his eyebrows.  "But why let that get in the way of enjoying the pleasures of a beautiful woman like you?  There's no reason we can't sate our lust without compromising your precious virginity.  There are ways..."

Rela gasped.  "Oh Collen, surely you can't mean..."  She had heard other noblewomen gossip and titter about what a man could do with his mouth and hands, and even more shockingly, what they themselves had heard of other girls - always
other
girls, of course - doing to please a man.

Rela thought of letting Collen put his head down there and touch her with his mouth, or even doing the same to him, and her face turned such a furious shade of crimson that she thought it would spread to her pale golden hair.  Even so, she realized that she wanted it desperately.  If she couldn't share his bed until they were married, perhaps they could share something else.

Of course, no lady could be so bold as to propose such a thing.  But she could let herself be persuaded.  Reluctantly, of course.  "Just kiss me again, you fool," she said, and Collen came close.

His hand returned to her breast, and Rela pushed out her bosom as he squeezed and rubbed at her.  Even the soft silk of her dress suddenly felt confining, and she wanted his warm lips against her skin.  Fortunately, she didn't even have to
hint or cajole.  Collen's other hand found the row of buttons that ran down her spine, and his deft fingers popped them open one at a time until the dress loosened around her shoulders and slid off to reveal her pale skin.  He pulled it gently downward to expose her round white breasts, firm and ripe and eager.  The cool air made gooseflesh ripple across her smooth skin, and her nipples swelled as firm and dark and red as ripe cherries.

Collen cupped
her breasts in his warm hands, and Rela moaned at the touch of his soft, smooth palms.  His were the hands of a gentleman who rarely had to work, but she could feel his strength behind each delicate touch.  His lips left hers, and his kisses left a slow trail along the line of her jaw.  He nibbled at the lobe of her ear and kissed the soft skin behind it for what seemed an eternity, and she shivered at the wonderful sensation even as his fingers caressed her breasts.

Collen moved slowly down her neckline, biting gently and sucking at her
throat until he reached the collarbone.  His tongue flickered out to taste her, and he moved it down along her chest, leaving behind a damp trail of saliva that quickly chilled her skin, casting greater emphasis on the warmth of his tongue and his fingers.

His mouth found the ripe mound of her breast, and he took her nipple between his lips, kissing and sucking as his tongue rolled over her flesh.  He squeezed her lightly between his teeth, and she let out a muffled squeal as he flicked his nimble tongue against her swollen, aching tip.

The warmth between her legs had grown more insistent now, and she felt tempted to abandon all her promises to herself.  What were honor and virtue next to desire like this?  She could feel a wetness down there amid the urgent need, and she pulled one of Collen's hands down from her breast and placed it between her legs.

He pressed against her
crotch, and even through the thick folds of her dress and petticoats, his touch ignited the damp warmth there into a raging fire.  A powerful sensation like nothing she'd felt before emanated from the spot where his fingers touched her, and she flexed against his hand, craving more.  She gathered up her dress and pulled her petticoat up against her belly, and Collen's hand slipped beneath it.  His palm found the warm flesh of her inner thigh and slid up and up until he found the dark triangle of hair at her crotch.

Rela's breath caught in her throat when his fingers found her sex.  His hand had felt good through the dress, but the pleasure was far more intense when his fingertips spread apart her secret folds.  She wondered briefly where he'd learned to do this, but that thought fell away as his fingertips glided up along her slit, gathering her moisture and slathering it against the swollen nub of flesh above her hole.

He touched that nub with two fingertips, light and gentle, but pleasure exploded through her body, and she sucked in a shuddering gasp as her hands clenched in his tumbled black hair.  Her whole body tensed, and she writhed against him, but her excitement only fed his own, and his tongue quickened on her nipple as he sucked harder at her breast.

Collen's fingers moved faster, rubbing the hard little bump now slickened by her own desire, and she let out a ragged cry, then tensed as she remembered the milling throngs just on the other side of the wall.  Instead of scaring her into pulling her dress down and hurrying away from Collen's lust, the thought of some curious commoner poking his head into the garden only thrilled her more.  Her fear
only fed her desire until it grew too large to ignore, overwhelming all thought of caution.

Collen's hand moved lower, and she raised her hips up on the stone bench to expose more of herself.  His middle finger slid inside her, into that secret hole where no man had ever been.  She tightened around him and bit off a squeal.  She could feel every bit of his finger in exquisit
e detail as it slipped deeper.  It felt bigger than she'd imagined, and she shuddered to think what his cock must be like.  Would it even fit?