Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

In Elaine's Dream...

I don't know if this is a dream but this felt good. Very good.

water.

He strode down the stone steps until he reached the bathtub, until his body touched the

I smiled at him as we sat us both down in the golden tub, its edges glinting in every strike of moonbeam. I pushed him off to sink further beneath the surface, filling us with water up

to our chest. Tyler picked up a bar of that rose and vanilla soap and handed it to me.

"Clean yourself first, before we get dirty." I could listen to his voice for an eternity. But it

was his wink that made me freeze and released.

"I could come just by listening to your voice..." I do not know why I said that but I did say that. And I did come.

"So, technically, we are now bathing in your come. Your sea of release..."

Tyler touched my flesh. My purr of pleasure is a brush of air against his ear. He moaned to my cry that I unleashed, heating the water with more of his natural hotness. Our natural hotness. My face heated but my core tightened. Werewolves do have big dicks-I confirmed. I traced my finger to every nipple on his chest. It was his turn to release a cry of sensual paradise. "Open." He obeyed, spreading those magnificently built legs of his, enough for me to find the erecting tower.

Carefully. So carefully, I lowered myself to him. My body is a flesh of scorching passion and pleasure.

The lavender-scented candle's ocherous light danced over his numerous faint scars, invisible when afar but vivid when one's hand was on his skin. I stroked every scar after my lips met them. He looked down at me, hands braced on the rim of the golden bathtub.

"You must be more than a shapeshifter," I purred. "You're a warrior sent by the Trinity Goddess..."

The muscles on his arms tensed as Tyler let out a laugh. "So you're now praising me now, mortal?"

"I can praise you forever if you worship me now." I don't know but, if this wasn't a dream, I could have choked while uttering those sweet and romantic words that are rare for me say in front of a man-in front of a wolf-shifting man.

"I think I'm already falling," he whispered, caressing my skin as if I'm a delicate dove. "Falling to where?"

"Falling for you..." Tyler's words were barely audible over the trickle of water as I washed his naked body.

"Let me wash you now, love." I froze. And in a heartbeat, he's already rubbing that fragrant soap in every inch of my skin. In every bit of my mortal soul, in every moment that we

share this bath.

"Why are we bathing here in the first place?" Tyler Jane Moonstorm just gave me a wolfish grin.

"To make love, my love."

"Then," I said, letting him crawl on top of me. My head on the lip of the tub while my hands gripped his waist. "You have a perfectly good reason to be with me tonight, Alpha Tyler." My heart leaped in joy. For the years that I have been a slave to the people I called family...I forgive them. I have a new life now. The past is ours to bury, and the future is mine to take.

I will spend my present and future here, in Stella's Soul. With my soon-to-be husband and the other wolves that will soon serve as a part of this huge family, who I can also call as my friends.

  He kissed my neck, reaching to the center of my entirety and pushed a finger down there.

I moaned, closing my eyes to relish it. He shove two more fingers. I opened my eyes and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring down at my soul. "You're beautiful."

"I love you." Then he entered me with all of his masculinity. I was his to take for this night. And he was mine to make love for the rest of the years I shall live with him.

  "I love you." His breath was warm on my ears. Wordlessly, he thrust and rode me. Moving so slow that made me beg for more.

"Beg me, Elaine."

"I beg you, Tyler." He grinned. I bit his lip as I slid my hands from his waist up to his neck and lingered there. "I beg you to be fast."

He rubbed my clit and went deeper. I was an ocean and he was the kraken. Tyler sank deeper inside me and the song of pleasure began to play. My moan was incomparable to his. I never heard a man who moaned louder than a woman when fucking.

No, we're not fucking. We're making love.

"You are my savior, and I am glad I am your sacrifice." Tyler cackled at my words but immediately clenched my jaw and his warm, smoking hot lips landed on mine.

His strong hands pressed against my stomach, then to my waist, then finally to my ass. He lifted me. And now, I am on top of him. This time, his head rests on the edges of the gleaming bathtub.

  My pussy tightened and I groaned.

    "Dance on top of me, Elaine."

I smiled, a beguiling one. "Slow or fast?" "Fast."

  "Hard or soft?"

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  "Hard."

I grinned again. "On top or like a dog?"

"Damn it, Elaine. Just fuck me!"

My sound of amusement echoed in this lavish bathroom, where the candles surrounded

us and the only thing illuminating our rough night.

My lips went onto his abs. I leaned further in order to make his velvet-wrapped steel delve and go deeper inside me. His thumbs massaged my lips but I bit it. Softly. "I will wrap you completely around my cave."

"I want to see you try." He's challenging me. He's freaking challenging me.

His eyes danced with canine amusement. "Be rough to me, love. Beautifully rough."

    "Aye, aye, Alpha!"

  We both chortled, giggling to our hearts content.

"You called me beautiful." My cheeks turned red but I don't care. I continued to move

and make him smile, make him moan.

"You are," he remarked. His hands gripped my hair, its color like a moonless night, and

brought it to my breasts.

  The idea that he found me beautiful at all is—

"You are the most beautiful female I've ever seen. I thought that from the first moment I saw you in Maine under the light of the Snow Moon."

"Was it because of my melon tits? My green eyes? My body?"

And it was stupid for me to ask what part of me that Tyler found beautiful. My eyes burned. It burned with this feeling called love. I knew I loved him the moment I saw him as Jordan. But this...

  "You also thought I was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, thanks to Jason's mind-reading gift."noveldrama

"So it makes us even, then," I exhaled.

"Yes, we are equal. We are both dominant and submissive. But we can be either at any time." "Anytime?" My brows hoisted. It's my turn to challenge him.

"Anytime, love."

He smiled at me. I grinned at him. "So be it."

I frowned and he chuckled. Hands sliding to grip my waist and tug me closer to him. He rose

from the tub and sat down on the bench on the corner.

I followed him and straddled him. With his groin between me, inside me yet again. "Tomorrow," Tyler said, mouth slightly open to make way for my kiss. "We'll prepare for our wedding."

; "You're telling me this now that we're in this position?"

"I forgot. Because my soon-to-be Luna is giving me pleasure that I can only taste when I am with her," Tyler said with twinkling eyes.

  And the light in those blue eyes, the subtle joy, the silent love...they knocked a heartbeat from me.

A future. We would have a future together, one that I only often wish on a wishing fountain. I would have a future-a life with the werewolf I was sacrificed. My husband, my Alpha.

And for the rest of the night, I give myself to him. Discarding the candlelight and faint light of the night. Here, in the darkness, our bodies shall join in a heaven that can only be found on earth.

I give my entirety to him-my essence, my heart, my soul. Myself.

  And Tyler Jane Moonstorm, Alpha of the Silver Pack, the Stormbringer and a white wolf, did the same.