Werewolf

Selara
After the encounter with Prince Darven, sleep felt like a hustle. Every single moment I try closing my eyes to sleep, moments of him kept clouding my thoughts that the only thing I get to think of is the taste of his lips, the way he curled his hands around my skin, the way he stared into my eyes and didn’t flinch as if it was something precious and forbidden all at once to him.
My fingers traced my lips, still swollen from his kiss, and my belly twisted with that same ungodly sensation that had coursed through me earlier.
“Stop it, Selara! You're acting like a fool.” I whispered to myself trying to erase every thought of him.
But I couldn't help myself at all. The memory of his voice, the way he said my name—Selara—like he was tasting every syllable. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in the pillow that smelled faintly of him.
I jolted upright on the bed, pulling my knees c

Selara
“Get your fucking hands off her!” the words kept on replaying in my ears since the incident that happened last night.
The way his eyes stared directly at his brother with nothing but resentment, like his eyes were capable of burning his brother alive. Darius gave a wicked smile, one that felt dangerous even without him uttering a single word as he left the room like a stupid coward.
Immediately Darius left the room leaving both me and Draven standing directly opposite each other, Draven pulled me softly into his arms, his hands brushing off the strands of my hair without saying a single word. My face rested on his broad arms without uttering a word until I woke up this morning with a strange feeling.
"All breeders and candidates report to the grand hall immediately."
The announcement crackled through the room with immediate effect. My stomach twisted anxiously as I turned to see D

Selara 
Shit shit!!
I turned back immediately, closing my eyes. He is going to kill me, this is it, this is where I die.
“I didn't know you were in here. I woke up, and I thought I was intruded upon without permission.” I said
“I didn’t know I needed permission to enter my room now.” His voice is stern and abrupt. I couldn’t tell if that was just how he spoke or if he was irritated.  Oh, goddess, I didn’t know it was his room too. I expected something dark with horns, not a normal-looking room.
“I am sorry, prince_”
“Just Draven.”
I squirmed, “I am sorry, Draven, I didn’t know we were sharing the same room, I thought.”
“You are my breeder. You would carry my heir. How is that supposed to happen in different rooms?” His voice his closer now. I knew for a fact he was just behind me, and it sickened me to the core. “I am beginning to doubt you know why I was at your pack this morning.” He said I felt his fingers on my neck. 
His touch coursed flames into my skin. I craned my neck, reacting to his warm touch.
“To find a breeder.” 
“Only?” He questioned.
“And a luna for the pack, if I win against your brother's breeder,” I said. I knew too well I wasn’t brought here for the fancy rooms alone. Or the food and maids. If I failed to win against Prince Darius breeder, I would be banished from the pack, losing all this in a whim, and I would be as good as useless, as Prince Draven might have no use for me.
“Good.” Prince Draven said. 
“So in reality, you are stuck with me, Selara. Mine, in all fashion.” His words came as a whisper, calm and intimidating, close to my ear, and shivers coursed down my spine. His hands were tucked beneath my dress, and I felt him pull my zipper down my back till they were just at the bottom. Then his hands tucked beneath my bra.
“Your body, focus, and loyalty stand with me and me alone. And so do I for you,” he continues. I felt the hooks of my bra loosen.
I was of age to have sex. From the moment he chose me in the crowd, I knew we would be having sex, the sooner I was with a child, the higher the chance of being the Luna. Yet I had shoved it to the back of my mind, I didn’t know it would happen so fast, at least not in a steamy room. In the fuckin bathroom!!
 
“So with all this knowledge, I would expect you to stop freezing when you see me. There are rules you must keep, Selara.” There was something about the way he said my name. The way he pronounced every syllable, like he was careful with it.
“Is that clear?” 
“Yea…yes.” I stuttered.
His nose pressed on my neck, he took a long whiff of my scent, followed by a low growl, then his lips pressed on my skin. His hardon pressed my behind. I gasped as my belly churned with an ungodly sensation. Whatever he was doing had a way with me, it left me desperate and wanting.
“I need you to show me how much you understand from all I have said.” he leans down again, taking a scent before releasing me.
“Turn around, look at me, and undress.” 
Goddess no!’
Without much hesitation, I turned around. The fog was less dense now, and I could see him clearly. He was bare-chested, with water droplets over his bare chest, his eyes darker, and his skin glistening under the warm light. I could not help but look down at him. 
The curve of every morning was arousing, then lower. I spotted the forbidden area, and my heart skipped. He was erect.
“Look at me, Selara.” I gawked at him again. My mouth watered.
His hair was longer than I had praised him for, it was lower than shoulder length, he looked mythical in the steam.
“Undress.” 
“Yes.”
My zip was already down, so it was easier for me to undress just by sliding my dress over my shoulders down to the floor, leaving me in my underwear. 
His eyes softened again. This time, it trailed down my bare chest and belly. I was struck between having to remove what was left or covering myself from being so exposed. But he commanded that I strip, which I did.
I removed the straps of my bra, then my underwear, leaving me bare. I had never been naked before a man. Ever 
“You look so beautiful, your birthmark,”  He points to the mark on my chest, removing my hand, he leans closer, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “And you smell divine too.” 
“Thank_
“Shuu.” He placed his fingers over my lips, then pressed his hands behind my head, his eyes settling on me.
“Do you trust me, Selara?” 
No, I didn’t trust him. I was naked, far from home, and I was bound to him of all people. I was with the most unsafe person in the world, so no, I don’t trust him.
“Yes.’’ I lied.
 “Good.”
I felt him remove the hook he had placed behind my hair, then tossed it aside. My hair fell over my shoulders, but he didn’t remove his hands, instead, he leaned forward, kissing my forehead. 
Ripples broke around my body as I felt his lips softly pressed on my forehead, then my cheeks, before my nose. My tensed body felt calmer. I leaned in for more.
He pulls away again, and I found myself leaning closer, my eyes closed, then I felt his lips slowly land on mine. Inexperienced in the moment, I didn’t know what to do, so I froze again.
His fingers tightened around my neck as he deepened his kiss, passionate and slow. I felt his tongue dance so carefully with mine, it was so easy to follow, yet it felt like I had drowned in a pool of bliss and sexual arousal.  

Selara
After the encounter with Prince Darven, sleep felt like a hustle. Every single moment I try closing my eyes to sleep, moments of him kept clouding my thoughts that the only thing I get to think of is the taste of his lips, the way he curled his hands around my skin, the way he stared into my eyes and didn’t flinch as if it was something precious and forbidden all at once to him.
My fingers traced my lips, still swollen from his kiss, and my belly twisted with that same ungodly sensation that had coursed through me earlier.
“Stop it, Selara! You're acting like a fool.” I whispered to myself trying to erase every thought of him.
But I couldn't help myself at all. The memory of his voice, the way he said my name—Selara—like he was tasting every syllable. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in the pillow that smelled faintly of him.
I jolted upright on the bed, pulling my knees closer to my chest while my heart hammered against my ribs.
“What is wrong with me? He's dangerous. E

Get Your Hands Off Her.