Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I am wearing a cerulean blue dress the color of my Alpha's eyes. Its sleeves reached my elbow, and the neck has more of a U-cut than the V-cut ones I often wear for the past weeks since I arrived.

This is more conservative. Since I'm married now, I only want Tyler to be the one to see my asset beneath this layer of clothing.

"Can we dig into the reception now?" I purred to Tyler, whose nose is still flaring at Meah. The in-house mortal servant only grinned like a Cheshire cat.

I grabbed Tyler's hands and hoisted him from his seat, leading him outside this room

from one of their little hospitals within Stella's Soul.

The Arena is still full of people. When Melissa saw us, she waved a hand to the table

meant for the newly-weds.

Pop music flooded the air where Jason is the vocalist. As I sat at the table, a tray of food was already beside mine: sizzling butter scallops, a huge grilled lobster, filet mignon, and a bowl of avocado salad.

Those were the only ones I ate first since I am still feeling a bit unwell. "Feeling better?"

I gave Melissa a lazy nod. "Better but not well."

She stroked my hair and I looked up to her, wishing I was facing my mother instead.I

never knew my parents; I'm adopted, that's why.

Since I'm married now, I feel the urge to look for them, see them at least once.

But with the threat of Hearteaters lingering around Moonburn... 'It's impossible.'

I spent the rest of my time eating and listening to Melissa about her story back when she was still naïve. Eating and listening, drinking and talking. From my misfortune in having boyfriends in highschool to my one-night stand with Jordan/Tyler, me and Melissa's relationship grew even more.

She was indeed the sister I never have. Now that she's my sister-in-law-I will cherish this familial bond with her. I reached for her hand, placing mine atop hers. Our eyes met and we smiled, finding comfort from each other.

When Tyler's voice suddenly interrupted us.

No. He was not talking. He's freaking singing on stage, making the lead vocalist, which is

his brother, standing beside him, grumpy like a turtle.

***

"I've been your crying boulder. I'll be the hope of your empty side..."

Tyler's singing the stage. Our ears almost bleed if it wasn't for our laughing.

He doesn't even know the lyrics of the song. Yet, he still tried hard to impress me.   "You become a laughingstock." I said to him as soon as he came down and invited me for a walk at the lake.noveldrama

  "I never intended to impress you by singing. I want to make you laugh by singing." I roared with laughter, almost rolling in the sandy shore of the Luna's Lake.

Tyler and I walked while holding hands. The ribbons are finally untied and tied in the moon portal in the temple instead, along with the love locks that bear our name. "You are always beautiful when you smile."

I stopped as he withdrew his hand. We are now far from the reception, covered in the shadows even with the moon's light. The lake is dark and ominous, beckoning us to bathe in its serenity.

Tyler then moved his hand to my neck, brushing aside the stray hairs that had come loose from my bun and wrapped his index finger around a strand of hair. He grinned like a wolf, twirling the lock of my onyx hair.

  "You look beautiful, my moon..."

I arched my brow. "I was not informed you have new nickname for me."

  He chuckled darkly. "Our Honeymoon House is over there," he looked past my

shoulder. "Just saying."

"We will not be spending it in your mansion?"

He shook his head. "We must follow the traditions, babe."

I leaned to him, my mouth on his stubble. "And did the tradition tell you not to get wild

in bed?"

  "We are always wild in bed," said Tyler. "I don't need to base by the book about fucking."

I giggled so hard that I dropped to the water, my mouth on the zipper of his pants to where his dick is sleeping.

"We should go back now." I uttered, looking at the partying people in the distance that are but a faint noise from afar.

***

"I don't want to yet." Tyler yielded a seductive look as he unbuckled his pants.

  And I was left waiting until his pants were wholly in the water.

All it would take would be one smooth move and Tyler would be inside me.

Yet he remained standing in the lake while I fully laid my body in the water's coolness,

looking up to the sky and wishing I was one of the stars.

I stood from the water when he failed to move, both of us dripping wet.

  When he still did not budge, I instead hooked my legs around him as he lifted me

from the water, our lips close to meeting.

And it did meet. And we both crashed in the water when I pushed him. No one heard the splashing of water in the distance. Not when werewolves and mortals are busy partying at a wedding that will only happen every four years.

I put my palms atop his chest, to where I scratched him earlier with the silver fingernails. I kissed those scars, Tyler moaning as my lips were on those markings while my hand massaging his manhood. Warm and smooth-he is warm and smooth and manly against my naked body. His scent of rain and forest and mist contend with the briny fragrance brought by the lake. I set him down and stared at him. He stared back at me.

As if the Goddesses are watching, the moon casts its light to where we are. Me on top of him. Shining-Tyler and I were shining bright like a fiery beacon, like one of the stars that illuminates the dark sky.

And I dived down into him, full and confident.

As I unleashed my majestic femininity atop him, we almost forgot that there were people in the distance.

But we did not care. No. Pleasure is the business we only care about now. I ceased moving inside him, my core just devouring his masculinity as if it was hungry and ravishing for his mighty essence. Tyler put his hands on my waist and began to dance, filling my world and my soul with dazzling power. Unburning red fire surrounds us. Cold meets heat as we moaned and moved and fucked; the stars, the moon, the wind, and the shadows of the night are the only witnesses to our wild convergence.

He was my man. I was his. Tyler's body is my body; my heart beats to the rhythm of his movement. My soul sings the hymn of his name. This is love, pure and equal in all aspects. I am his master, he is my slave beneath me tonight. I gazed down at him; he looked up at me. Ecstasy purred throughout my bones. Fire became embers, rippling from him like vines of fierce light.

Then it vanished into but a smoke in the wind. As he reached out a hand to me, I instead entwined it with mine, bringing it to the either side of his head. My lips sat on top of his, brushing and teasing while my body bounced and grind against his.

  I came first. But I waited for him, so I kept moving like a cowgirl atop a huge horse. ; I waited and moved, danced and kissed. I don't care if the wolves hear us. We are

married anyway under the light of the Worm Moon.

And so we will have our bed under the light of the night, with the moon watching over

us, smiling as we both reach the peak of our sensual convergence.