Miatta
I hadn't meant to say those words but immediately they left my lips, I couldn't take them back. He wanted me, the Lycan Prince wanted me and I knew it. The knowledge of that gave me a kind of confidence that I thought I had lost. His eyes traced every movement of my legs and I made sure he saw how wet I was. I was supposed to hate him and I was attracted to Luke too but I could not understand why I was drawn to this monster. He had placed a collar on me and limited my wolf yet I was wet because of him. The monster leaned against the wall, stroking himself and I wanted to see what he was hiding in there.
“Don't tempt me, Miatta. I won't be held responsible for what I would do to you,” he darkly replied, breathing heavily. I rose from my knees slowly, allowing him to look his fill. I wouldn't let him have his way with me however; I just wanted to tease him a little. I sauntered to him, taking my time and enjoying his attention. He didn't move a muscle, waiting for me to make my move. Stopping right in front of him, I paused and raised my head to meet his dark eyes. They were bottomless without an end and I got lost in them involuntarily.
“You know my name, my Lord yet I do not know yours. That's hardly fair.” My lips were suddenly dry and I ran my tongue along them to moisturize them. He watched avidly and I suppressed a laugh. Yvette wasn't doing her job properly, it seemed.
“I know your name because I saved your life the first day you got here. If you wish to know my name, you have to earn it.” He looked down at me, smirking proudly. Two could play at that game. His masculine scent reached my nostrils before I could make up my mind on what to do and I was not aware of when the gap between us closed. His mighty chest met my breasts and my nipples hardened at the points. My heart jumped at the contact and I nervously licked my lips again.
“If you do that again,” he warned, a frown formed on his lips, “I will tie you to my bed and put those lips to good use.”
My courage faltered a bit and I pampered it back to life. A curious finger reached out and ran down his happy trail. He inhaled sharply, sucking in air quickly. He bit down on his lower lip and a haze came upon his eyes.
“Will you teach me how to earn the knowledge of your name, my Lord? I am a fast learner, I promise.” My words faded into a whisper when I felt the bulge underneath his pelt and my breath hitched in awareness. His arms banded around my waist at once and our hips met, his organ pushing at me from underneath. His touch felt familiar and I had to know for sure.
“Why do you wish to know my name, Miatta?” His words sounded strangled and I could sense his hands moving downwards lazily, his big palms seeking out my curves and edges. I held his gaze as I uttered my next words:
“I want to be able to cry out the right name when you give me what we both want.”
Lucas
Miatta was trouble and I had known that from the day her life depended on my decision. She had fought bravely, staring back in the face of death and not backing down. But her last words to me were a noose around my neck. As Luke or Lucas, I still wanted the same wolf, with her sharp tongue and disrespectful manner of cocking her head irrespective of who was speaking. Yvette was good, submissive, and gave herself to me without holding back anything. Nevertheless, I wanted someone who would challenge me, in and out of bed, someone who would make me rethink my every decision, someone who would both defy me and delight in my protection. That wolf stood before me, dragging her claws down my stomach.
Her collar sat almost like a necklace around her neck. I was in possession of the chain that belonged to the hook at the back of the spiky collar and when I imagined how she would look on her knees manipulated by my control of the chain, I almost blew my load in my pelt. It would be my undoing, truth be told. She wanted my name and wanted to learn how to earn it. I could feel her hand resting just above my excited organ and I wished she would be a little more confident to take me in her hand.
“I can't, at least not right now,” I added quickly as soon as I saw her face fall in disappointment. “In case you have forgotten, we are in the Hall of Kings and we are standing outside my father’s chambers. I would rather be anywhere but here.”
She blinked once in confusion and gradually, a beautiful smile formed on her lips. Understanding blossomed on her countenance and I was content. She took her hands off me, her warmth disappearing with her and I frowned, reluctant to let go of her. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and I wondered what she was thinking about in that naughty mind of hers.
“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. She smiled and merged her body with mine again, tilting her head, her lips at my ears. She stood on her toes and I kept still, closing my eyes in oblivion. Whatever she wanted to do, I was game.
“You smell familiar, my Lord, like I should know you from somewhere. You are a Lycan and I should hate you, especially for this.” She gestured at the collar around her neck, dipping a finger underneath it. The same finger lifted the key around my neck, dangling it off the tip, jingling softly. My arms around her tightened and she grinned widely, leaning forward to kiss my chest reverently. Her tongue peeked out and she licked tentatively, gauging my reaction.
“My Lord, I need to understand whatever this is that exists between us before we act upon it. I am a werewolf princess and you are a lycan prince, opposites in every sense. Besides, I think I like someone else.”
Jealousy locked my jaw, my teeth grinding in envy. To whom had she given the privilege of her affections? My fists closed and fell off her waist. I was too late; her heart already belonged to another and she was merely playing with me.
“You have to leave now, Miatta. I believe your group is on kitchen duty.”
“My Lord...” she started to explain but I wasn't ready to listen to anything she had to say. I stormed out of her presence and headed for my room with my raging erection.