Roy. It took my all to step away from Tatiana. I was punishing us both because now I’m suffering from heavy blue balls in my pants. The way her ass jiggled each time I spanked it… the way her fair skin turned red… fuck, she’s destroyed other females for me. I’ve never craved anyone the way I crave her... Desire her… it’s more than lust with her. I want to lay her down carefully and worship her like the goddess she is… I want to do things I’ve never done to other females to her. If going down on my knees and tasting her doesn’t show how much I want her then I don’t know what will. I had to force myself away because I knew that if I continued I would have not been able to stop myself from taking her… the smell of her arousal… her slick juices dripping out of her tight pussy… fuck, she’s such a tempting little minx. But even though I knew she would let me go all the way this time… I didn’t want her first time to be with her bent over on a couch. I’ll do right by her. Just like she

Tatiana. "She's unmarked so she's still available." The silver-haired male says while the other one snickers. Roy tightens his hold around me as if he is afraid to lose me. "That's going to change soon." My heartbeat accelerates knowing he’s talking about marking me. The mere thought of having his mark on my neck sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. "Exactly, it’s not a done deal yet so it means I still have a chance to–" A menacing growl that shakes the building reverberates from Roy and his powerful aura swirls around us. "Prince Ezran. I'm not here for games." "Come on man. Look at his face. Don't provoke him…" the dark brown-haired male says, his eyes on me. "Hey, little one. You must be special for the Lycan to be this possessive of you." His purple eyes glow as if he's trying to see through my soul and I push myself into Roy's body, my heart pounding. Something tells me these two are very powerful and dangerous beings and are not to be trifled with despite their p

Tatiana. It is said that the most innocent-looking ones are the naughtiest. I didn’t believe it until I asked Elyn to teach me some tips. The things she taught me… goddess, I kept blushing and giggling all the time when she was talking. She had brought a large cucumber and used it to show me how to do a blowjob. It was hard and I never thought I could do it but when I was with Roy and he was gazing at me with unmasked hunger and desire, the urge to please him overcame me… the bulge in the front of his pants tempted me… I just had to have a taste and it was just like I imagined. He tasted good and I ate him with gusto. My mouth ended up sore but it was worth it. The look of pure pleasure on his face filled me with pride. I did that... I made him feel good. Initially, I had a mental picture of what I wanted my first time to be like. A mating ceremony… public marking and then making love in a romantic environment while professing our love for each other over and over again. But a

Roy. I had finally told her what I wanted to apart from the most important part and I couldn't find the right moment to tell her she might get pregnant. I don’t know what happened but I ended up knotting her twice. Which was strange, my pull-out game is always on point. When she asked if there was another way for me to get the throne without bloodshed, I wanted to tell her about the seer's words. About how the birth of an heir with her will lead to the rise of a new King. Although, what I do not know is if this prophecy only applies to me. I’ve been thinking. The rogues that came for her when I just took her with me… the intruder... They all wanted the princess. Could there be someone who knows about the prophecy and is trying to get the Princess so that they could get her pregnant and become king? Blood boils within me at the thought. I can’t let anyone else have her… I don't want to lose her. Prince Ezran came to tell me that somehow, his father’s new wife has been killed and

Tatiana. A few hours prior… I look up at Lyson in horror. “It’s not me. I didn’t kill these Lycans.” I say firmly, my heart pounding even though I’m not guilty. Lyson smiles faintly. His long hair is pulled into a bun and his pale blue eyes flicker with a strange emotion that makes me frown. “I believe you.” He sticks out his hand to me and helps me up. I feel relieved as I stand to my feet, not knowing what to do with my blood-stained hands. I gasp when a piece of my tunic is ripped off and I frown at Lyson but he hands it over to me. “Here. Wipe with this.” He offers helpfully and I smile, taking the cloth and wiping my hands. “What do you think happened? Have you told Roy?” He raises his eyebrow at me. “You’re on first-name basis now?” I blush, looking down at my fingers as I struggle to remove the sticky liquid. “It just turned out that way.” He shrugs and shakes his head. “The Alpha won’t believe you. Not with the warning from your father. He will think you have