The Prince’s Unwilling mate

Chapter 169

169 Griffin Even with Cynthia trying to act up, with bits of Ayla’s sad past being brought up. Tonight has been a dream and the reason for that is her. The mate I still can’t believe I am blessed with. The mate who called me perfect tonight. Who is excited to not just be my mate but my wife too. As the night went on though the heat got more and more prominent though. I could smell her arousal and I was sure she could smell mine. I tried to not touch her too much because every slight touch would make the symptoms worse. On the other hand, I was practically unable to keep my hands to myself. It is not the same for male wolves, but the heat affects us too. I saw the unmated male wolves stare at Ayla in awe. The pheromones she was realizing now drove them mad. Leaving Conan and me on edge in return, wanting to protect what was ours. What is ours! Parties like this usually go on until the sun rises again, but neither of us can wait that long. So after thanking the crowd, pretending we were just tired when everyone knows what is actually going on we make our way to our personal chambers. I place a hand on the small of her back because I love leading her with me like this. And it is a fairly innocent touch over her clothes. Still, I can feel her shiver with want, arousal sp iking even more. I struggle not to push her into the quiet hallway here, and just make her come this once. To just drop to my knees, get under the wide ruffled skirt of her dress, and taste just how much she wants me. I know Ayla has gone far enough to let me. Nobody ever really uses this hallway. And if they would, they would notice what was happening and give us our privacy. We would not be the first couple in heat that doesn’t make it back to their home without a little taster somewhere along the way. Not us though, because I want to make this special for Ayla I failed to make the night I marked her special enough. 0.00% III 08.03 169 Griffin

I know she said it doesn’t matter to her, that just marking each other was a dream come through. She said she would never want to change anything about that night. I know she means it and I love her for it. For me though it is not enough I need to make Ayla feel just how much I love her. Just how happy I am for her to be my mate. That is why I tell her to take an ice-cold shower. The split second of confusion and hurt, followed by a slight pout as she goes to shower. Almost makes me want to run after her to make love to her in the shower. She must have noticed how tight my slacks are now. All because of her. But she needs the shower to come to a little bit. The cold should help her get out of that lust-filled daze enough to not be so dizzy anymore. It gives me the time to prepare the room. Just as I asked Gerald there are two dozen red roses waiting for us in the bedroom. I make quick work of pulling the petals off a few of them and sprinkling them down on the bed. Placing the vase with the others on her nightstand. Just as I light the last candle I hear her. “Baby, what are we waiting for I am so hot” I turn to her wanting to tell her why I needed her to wait for me. But as I do she lets her silk robe fall off her shoulders draping to the floor. Revealing her perfect body inch by inch. Now it is me who is unable to say or do anything. As I stride over to her desperate to feel her, touch her, taste her. However, her eyes widen in surprise as she takes a look at the room. Apparently, the shower has brought her back to her senses enough to see what I did. Just like I wanted when I told her too. My priorities and wants have shifted now. All I want to do now is make love to her. Claim her again, and when she walks over to the dresser slightly bending over to pick up the card I placed there only seconds ago I lose control. With one step at my wolf speed I crossed the entire distance between us I now find myself behind her my hands on her hips. Her being in heat, makes her ready for me. The scent of her arousal has never been so strong and I can easily see how wet she is for me. I normally love 30.57% ||| O

09:03 169 Griffin foreplay but now I am all out of patience. With all the discussion we had about the topic I know she wants this too. So the small sigh when I touch her is all the unspoken permission I need before I slam into her in one hard almost desperate thrust. She grips the edges of the dresser bending down further. So that I can go deeper, she is not holding back her moans and neither am I. The card has fallen out of her hand and on the floor. The rose petals sprinkled out over the bed to make our first time making love in heat special long forgotten. Overcome with the desperate need we had for each other. Lost in the bliss of how good it feels to be inside her. How her body is made for mine, how her every curve and edge is created to make me feel good. Just as how I am made to make her feel good. That is why we fit together like we do because we are made to love and please each other. We always have, from the first time we made love even with our inexperience it has always been perfect. We have always been fully in sync but now hearing her ask moaning: “Please baby, knot me, I want to carry your pups.” as I am about to come. Adds a layer to being with her like this but her legs are already trembling and so are mine. If I knot her know we are not changing positions for at least fifteen minutes. I am unable to tell her, I am unable to stop making love to her like this until I reach the org asm that I am so close to having. So after the last two thrusts we needed before we both reach an earth-shattering org asm I pull out of her still barely able to speak. “Don’t stop baby, I am not done yet I meant it,” Ayla whines at me, and the desperation in her voice. This all-consuming need to be knotted by me sends another shiver of lust and heat through my body. Before I can lift her up and tell her. “I am far from down with you my darling, but it is going to be a while 64.59% O Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

08 03 < 169 Griffin so you need to be more comfortable” Before I lay her down on the bed, discarding the clothes I still had on because I was too desperate to fully undress moments ago. This time when I hover above her I can look her in the eyes and the lust, love and admiration in her eyes tell me that what I am about to do is the right thing. 94.74% ||| O 08 03 r