Behind the heavy doors of his study, he had been able to forget what having her as his mistress meant but in that moment, he was hit with the full force that he had every right to taste this fine specimen of a woman.
He almost let out a growl at the thought that his father had nearly had his filthy hands on.
Elora was his now. To hold and touch however he wanted.
She still hadn’t noticed him so he had time to get himself in order before she’d spot him. He strolled towards her as quietly as he could but she whipped her head in his direction, suddenly aware of him.
Her amber eyes glowed with a slight golden tint that caught him off guard. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light or if her wolf was coming out to play.
Rome decided then that he wanted to see this woman fully transformed.
Would her wolf be as beautiful as she was in this form?
“Your Majesty.” She greeted bowing and forgetting the looseness of her night wear.
Rome wanted to say something, anything, but the dip of her dress distracted him, neckline plunging so low, he got an eye full of her full breasts. It also didn’t help that it stopped mid-thigh so even more of her thighs were revealed.
His sex twitched uncomfortably as her dark auburn hair escaped its messy bun and came undone, cascading down to blur her face and he imagined her hair hiding her face in a different setting that involved her on all fours and suitably undressed.
Fuck. He wanted to curse.
Even with Erika, he had never experienced lust like this.
He was still heady with the hormones racing through him when he took a step forward and placed his index finger on her chin. Electricity raced through him at the contact so sharp he had to hold himself from staggering backward. It seemed she felt it too because she flinched before steadying herself. Her eyes shut quickly but not fast enough that he didn’t notice the golden glow of her eyes.
She looked nervous, her eyes tightening as if she was expecting him to pounce on her.
Rome’s let his finger trail down the soft edge of her jaw, eyes shooting to her lips when her tongue darted across it, leaving a wet trail that glittered in the moonlight.
Something stirred low in his belly as he pictured closing the gap between them and tasting their softness but it wasn’t the intense lust he had experienced earlier but rather something softer like the need to protect and nurture.
Something like…butterflies?
He let the thought go as quick as it had come distracting himself by letting his finger trail down her neck to the ridge of her collarbone, teasing the ridge of lace fringing the neckline of the offending night wear. His hands itched to rip it off and see what treasures lay underneath.
“Look at me.” He commanded wanting to see the arresting glint of gold in her eyes again, completely unprepared when she boldly open her eyes, her gaze reflecting what he thought his was showing her.
Fuck! He was losing it.
Just one look at her had him forgetting all the reasons he had to stay away from her.
He let his hand trail back upwards to cup her jaw not prepared for her to sigh into his palm.
Shit!
He let go of her and took a step backward, eyes darting around looking for anything to distract him from where his body seemed to pushing him.
His eyes found the book she was suddenly loosely holding. It had the same cobalt color and heart-shaped illustrations his had had. What were the odds of her reading the same poetry book he had dropped somewhere in his lust?
“Where did you get that?” He asked apparently shocking sense into her.
“Uh. I– there’s a bookshelf in the room assigned to me. I picked it up.” She answered, her eyes their normal amber shade again.
“Interesting.” He said, jaw tightening.
She bowed again apparently still uncomfortable in his presence.
That annoyed him more than it would assure him that she wasn’t getting the wrong ideas about their relationship.
“Here, Elora,” He called lost in the beauty that was her.
The wind blew strands of her hair into her face but she made no move to brush it off, looking straight at him.
His eyes roamed her face again, eyes stopping subconsciously on her lips. Her tongue darted out, wetting it once again in the way that had made him lose his senses earlier.
“Come.” He commanded, tone gruff with need.
Elora jumped in shock but took a hesitant step towards him, stopping at a distance that was still too much between them. He closed the distance between them, bending because of the obvious difference in their height.
The faint traces of her new rose fragrance had him breathing deeply, driving him insane.
He wanted to focus on something, anything but her inviting lips but as his eyes glanced there, her offending tongue shot out again.
That was his official undoing.
Her innocence was more seductive than any planned movements the more experienced Erika had made.
There was no way in hell that he could stop himself sampling the sweet fruit this night.
He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips over hers first to get a feel of it but at her gasp, he decided he wasn’t at all satisfied.
He pressed his lips more firmly on her soft ones, nipping gently at first and then capturing her lips between his in a deep kiss that had his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
Her hands went up and grabbed onto the lapels of his robe as he pulled her further into him, one hand grasping the back of her neck and pulling to give him better access to her mouth.
A gasp escaped her which he drank into his as his tongue stole its way into her mouth giving him a taste of the sweet wine and berries she must have had at dinner. A moan sounded at the back of her throat and he moved his tongue deeper into her mouth to see if he could steal it and keep it in his.
Elora matched his passion, kissing him back in the uncontrolled way of an innocent just getting her first taste of the sinful pleasures the body could offer.
His beast growled in his head pushing him to press her body further into his as his hand stole to cup her soft buttocks. He moved her over to the wall pressing into her with one thigh between her legs and the heat of her around him nearly drove him mad.
He sought to tame the beast pushing him to take her but he wanted to control the pace of their desire, placing his hand on the cold stone behind her head so he would be less likely to lose himself.
His beast growled louder, threatening to take over when she began to ride his thigh leaving a trail of heat and wetness that made his cock jump in his pants.
Fuck! She felt so good in his arms, like she was made to be there.
How could he feel these strong emotions after his encounter with Erika?
He pushed the thought out as his animal growled louder.
If he didn’t end this soon, he would end up taking her tonight and if he did…
No.
The thought of losing himself in her had him breaking the kiss and putting distance between them.
Elora looked shaken and lightheaded as he dropped her but he didn’t spare a look as he walked quickly back to his chambers, wiping a hand across his mouth as if he could get the taste of her out.
He had known staying close to her would be dangerous and ignored it tonight but surely he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
She was still the daughter of a traitor and he would be wise to stay away from her.