Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Elaine!" Someone is calling my name. "Elaine, wake up!"

I opened my eyes. "Tyler?"

"You're screaming, baby lamb," Jose touched my forehead, who was standing beside my husband. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Maybe because of the baby," Tyler said as he leaned his ears to my navel.

Jose's expression told me that he somehow forgets that I am in a delicate condition if Tyler did not mention it. "So have you already gone to the doctor?"

Both of us shook our heads. "The doctor is tending to Melissa now. It's her schedule. I'll see if I can insert Elaine this afternoon for a check-up."

Jose nodded, handing me a glass of water. "Here's some lukewarm water for you." Tyler left me for a second before dialing to his phone. "Hello, doctor?"

When my husband has gone a little far from us now, Jose sat beside me. The couch wobbles as he did. "Are you really pregnant?" Jose murmured to me. His whisper is almost inaudible.

"You were there that night when Melissa told me so, remember?"

His expression tells me he is scanning his memories. "And is Melissa really telling the truth? What if she's just pranking you?"

I inclined my head. "Of course she is, Jose." I put a hand on his muscular arm. "I'll be fine," I immediately added when he's about to turn around. "I'll name our son after you if it's a boy."

It didn't reach a second before he shook his head repeatedly. "Don't you dare," Jose Whiteflame growled, grinning.

***

It's a good thing that Tyler carried me towards the Honeymoon House throughout the time we trekked by feet from Jose's mansion.

He didn't seem to get tired as he did not even put me down until we reached the rooftop, where the wind filled the space as well as another greenish and more jungle-looking pool in the center.

"Tyler, we need to talk about something serious," I said when he put me down and turned to the ice cream fridge.

He bursts out from the shadows a minute later while only licking the back of the ice cream spoon. "What is it? And what for?"

He hoisted his head to where I am only wearing my oversized white shirt now, the one he gave me when I woke up from that nightmare. My face is kissed by the tawny light of sunset as I lean to the railings of this rooftop paradise.

The sound of slow music started, beckoning me to dance on a pole while naked.

But there is no pole here. Only the metal railings of the rooftop balcony of the

Honeymoon House.

I started dancing as if there was an actual pole, hand gripping the railings tightly, swaying

my ass in the wind and jiggling my breasts as if I'm selling my soul to the devil.

His lips curved into a smile of amusement, putting a hand on his hips. He raised the music's volume louder, enough to drown the place in music and me pole-dancing without an actual erecting pole.

  The only thing erecting is Tyler's you-know-what. The bulge in his pants as well as the tensing of his muscles tells me that.

The other hand of the Alpha, whose palm glowed with green flame, traveled towards me and snaked around my waist and into the back of my neck, setting the white shirt I am wearing that belonged to him down into burning pieces until it's only my underwear and bra between his erotic touch.

Every footstep is a song that makes my core excited every second. Tyler stopped in front of me; his hand reached for my hair first as his other hand slowly untied the strings of this swimsuit-like bra.

"I'm surprised you did not tear it away like what you did to my previous ones," I smirked; face bright with the setting sun's light.

"Because this is more expensive than most of your lingerie," he licked his lower lip. "Not

to mention that I am tired of calling my seasonal servant who owns a lingerie boutique, begging

them to send a dozen of those in Stella's Soul here and now."

  I burst out laughing but Tyler only remained standing before me as he massagednoveldrama

my neck, the back of my head, and my bosom.

    "Can you be mine tonight?"

"I am already yours from the moment I knew you as Jordan until the second I became

Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm."

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"I didn't know you are more poetic than me," he said with a breathy laugh.

;

I chortled back. "Poetry is my frustration, Lord Tyler."

His hand shone again with white light, a beam amidst the waking night as his free hand

slid in my underwear and stayed there for the rest of the minute.

My breath thickens with every move of his fingers inside me, slow then fast then slow again. The waning moon finally hovers above us, the light from his hand serves as if he has the moon on his very palms, the light leaking through the wafting shadows. I tiptoed to kiss him as he continued to give me pleasure, thanks to his mighty hands.

I moaned at the wild taste of him. He opened his pants for me. I brushed my tongue

against his, our lips are doing their own dance it seems.

I held his hugeness in my red-nailed hand, pleasing him the same way he did me. Tyler Jane Moonstorm became more and more ravenous until we laid ourselves in the ground. My mouth was on his sweet flesh while his tongue relished my wet cave.

This is the first time we did this. Yes, I am pregnant. But, as a mortal married to a feral wolf-shifting husband...I couldn't get enough of him. I want to try all the positions in that book Kama Sutra Jose lended me because he said it will be helpful in my sex life—in me and Tyler's sensual and spicy side of married life.

"I couldn't get enough of the taste of you in my mouth." I heard him say this despite the loud instrumental sexy music that keeps on playing in the background.

My ass was literally on his face but he still managed to praise me poetically? Damn, this man is on another level.

"Let's get this done, baby." So I faced him, aligning my middle into the jerking monster between his thighs.

Then I slid down. Down and down, until he reached the deepest trench inside me.

I know he has been inside me many times. But every time he did, it's a different feeling. It's like I know the feeling of being fucked by him but I don't know the feeling in this moment of another love-making session. More, more, more-that is what my mind is telling me as he grinds his hips and thrust into my womanhood to the point that I thought I would burst into a thousand aromatic rose petals due to the pleasure seeping into my soul.

I hissed out a breath. And as always, Tyler surpassed my moaning as if his own moan could sustain a concert full of naked women.

The thought of another woman other than me made my nose flared despite my breasts being covered by his palms, despite my pussy being devoured by his snake. Despite my body settling on top of him, perching above him with wide open and welcoming legs.

I was covered in him, my mouth tasted of him. Filled with him. His werewolf-ness and manliness devoured my body and soul like how a wolf does to a lamb.

My eyes rested on his face, eyes closed and mouth open as moan after moan after moan escaped from those lips. If only my thoughts about Eliane and Hearteaters aren't swimming in my mind like how a duck waddle in a pool of mud, I could have enjoy the fact that I am his mate, his wife, his bestfriend, his master, and his slave. That I am a part of his family here in Stella's Soul.

I selfishly want to have him all to myself even for a while, but the ride he is giving me now as I reached the climax after ten minutes...

Tyler's smile was gentle, sweet-very much showcasing his fluffy side. "We have all the time in the world to practice that position earlier since I now get you all to myself for the rest of eternity."

He said that to me after the Silver Pack's Alpha and his Luna's love-making session concluded, that fast and deep primeval dance amidst the vast black blanket of stars shining with the crescent moon is utterly memorable. And unforgettable.

  I parted from his body and walked towards the door downstairs first since my skin

badly yearns for the shower's waters now.

But my Alpha Tyler caught me lifted me from the ground. Carrying me in his arms like how he did on that night of February twenty-ninth...