The Werewolf Prince and I (11 page)

Domenico pushed her against the wall. Without breaking their kiss, he unclipped her hair then pinned her arms above her head. When he threaded his fingers through her hair, she moaned, the sheer pleasure of it causing moisture to form between her thighs. How such a simple touch turn her on so much was impossible for Misty to explain. All she knew was that in Domenico’s arms, she always felt like she was a hair’s breadth from having an orgasm.

Dimly, she heard a stall door open, followed by a little squeak of surprise, then hasty footsteps that ended with the door slamming.

She tried one last futile time to ask what he was planning. “Mr. Moret---”

“Domenico,” he murmured against her lips before sucking on her tongue.

“
Aah.”

Domenico was unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse and she shivered as he pushed the loosened fabric off one shoulder, his lips trailing down to kiss the skin he had just exposed. He nuzzled the V of her breasts, his hands dipping inside the lace cups to fondle her breasts.

“Domenico,” she gasped, unable to help it, her head swinging from one side to another as he gave her breasts a hard squeeze.

“I love it when you say my name,” he whispered just before he kissed his way back up, stopping at the side of her neck before sucking long and hard.

“Oh.” Her head lolled back, Misty arched toward him to give him more access.

When he pulled away, she could only stare at him in utter bemusement as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt as well. Then he was pushing a bit of cloth away, to reveal smooth tanned skin. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“I…ah…what----” But he was already pulling her close. Soon enough instinct took over and she did what he said. She sucked on the skin of his neck gently then hard, loving how he groaned, marking him as he did her.

She lost track of time. Literally. She lost track of everything else. For the first time in Misty’s life, the worries of earning a living disappeared from her mind, and all she could concentrate on was the absolute wonder of Domenico’s touch.

Domenico pulled away with an effort, knowing that if he spent a moment longer kissing him he would be having her against the wall. And though that seemed more and more like a good plan, he knew he would regret it afterwards. Misty’s virginity was meant to be savored and not taken away in a public restroom.

He studied her appearance in satisfaction. She had the look of a well-pleasured woman, which was exactly how he wanted as well.

“Now…” He went down on one knee, knowing Misty would love the romantic aspect of his action even though he privately felt it was overkill. But weddings were special events in a woman’s life and Domenico didn’t want to shortchange Misty on anything as much as he could help it. He already felt a tiny amount of guilt for taking away her chance of falling in love. If proposing on bended knee could go even a small way of making her memories of her marriage rosier, then he was willing to do it.

Domenico glanced up and was startled to see the look of panic in Misty’s face. “Misty?”

She blushed.

That was enough to tell him what she was thinking and Domenico almost smiled. She was the most adorably naïve woman he had ever met. “Ah, Misty. Although I truly feel it would be lovely to have us reach third base at this moment that’s not why I’m on my knee.”

“I…I didn’t think anything like that!”

Ignoring the obvious lie, he took out the box from his pocket, snapped it open, and lifted it to her so she could see the gold band with its glittering cluster of diamonds, which formed the shape of a fang. It was an ancestral piece, symbolizing the passion of Morettis and the fierceness with which they fought for what was theirs.

She gasped then blushed harder.

It was more difficult not to smile now, but Domenico managed to keep his amusement at bay. Taking out the ring and sliding the box back into his pocket, he said, “Misty, will you do me the honor of being my wife and standing beside me for the rest of our lives?”

For a moment, they could only stare at each other. Domenico saw the thousands of questions and doubts clouding her gaze before she deliberately blinked them away, taking a deep breath as she did.

“Yes.”

It was only when Misty whispered her answer that Domenico realized he had been holding his breath all the while. Unable to smile because he was uncomfortable at the immense relief sweeping through him, he came to his feet in one graceful movement. Domenico slid the ring onto her hand and raised it to his lips.

“Mine,” he couldn’t help but say.

She nodded, saying shyly, “Yours.”

Domenico snatched her back into his arms after that, loving how she yielded to him so sweetly. His kiss was not as gentle as he had wanted it to be. It was rough and wild, but she seemed to like it, molding herself closer to him as she put her arms around his neck.

Later, it was up to Domenico again to pull away first. Keeping her to his side with an arm around her waist, his hand splayed on her hip in a possessive clasp, he guided her out of the restroom and into the scene he had so carefully orchestrated.

Misty gasped when she saw the crowd awaiting them outside, staring at them with open-mouthed shock. When the murmurs became louder and more chaotic, Domenico knew it was because of their appearance, which spoke volumes of what had transpired earlier. He had deliberately walked out with his shirt still unbuttoned, necktie loose, and Misty’s mark on his neck on blatant display.

Quietly, Domenico took his time tucking several strands of Misty’s hair before her ear, nuzzling her neck as he did so. When he pulled away, a collective gasp went through the gasp as he revealed his mark on Misty’s neck. Domenico bit her ear, making Misty yelp. He could feel her skin heating up in embarrassment and he nuzzled her neck even more, but only to hide his smile. He couldn’t remember the last time wanting to smile this often or at least not since---

Domenico straightened away, deliberately changing his mental track. “You okay, darling?”

She smiled weakly.

He squeezed her waist reassuringly as he guided forward. Domenico also knew the exact moment when she realized everyone could see that little love mark he had branded her with and the even larger mark she had made on his neck. She made a little squeak, her fingers clutching his shirt. He knew she was doing her very best not to cover her neck as if she had been bitten by a vampire.

“Relax,” he whispered to Misty’s ear. “This is what you wanted, right? Proof of my sexual infatuation for everyone to see?”

“Let’s just say it’s taught me to keep my big mouth shut,” she mumbled.

He laughed before finally facing the crowd with another deliberately disarming smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t beat around the bush. It’s hard to when everyone’s aware of…” He coughed delicately and everyone laughed. He wanted to laugh, too, because he could feel Misty melting in a pool of embarrassment beside him.

But he took pity on her and retained his politely charming façade. “I present to you my fiancée and wife in one month’s time. The future Mrs. Misty Moretti.”

Everyone broke into applause.

But he wasn’t done yet. This was his future wife and he wanted to make it clear to everyone that a woman of his should be respected in all ways.

He turned to Janice, whose look of hatred quickly melted into a sugary sweet smile upon seeing him walk towards her with Misty at his side.

Pretending he couldn’t feel Misty tugging at his shirt insistently, demanding his attention, he said softly, “I see you have failed to give me the privacy I asked.”

Janice paled.

When she opened her mouth to speak, he said easily, “I’m sure you did your best. After all, I’ve heard lots of things about you from Misty.”

Janice’s mouth snapped shut, tightening in an uncertain but furious line.

Misty’s eyes darted suspiciously toward him even as she gushed, “Oh, yes, I told him so much about you.”

Domenico turned to Misty, licking her ear just so he could squirm. She gasped and tried to move away but he pulled her hard against his side, biting the lobe of her ear yet again just so she would gasp once more. When he finally let her go to face Janice, her face was stony, her eyes coldly furious.

Good. She was lucky he was not firing her. He would have but she had not yet served her purpose.

“I know you will miss Misty once she’s gone from your department,” he murmured.

“Of course,” Janice said between clenched teeth and a smile that was anything but convincing.

“But you need not worry about your department losing a valuable asset like Misty. I’ve made sure that she has a more than adequate replacement.” He smiled again, but this time he didn’t bother hiding his contempt.

Janice fell back a step, eyes widening in fear and her hands clutching her throat as if it needed protecting.

Smart of her
, Domenico thought.

His voice hard, he said, “Misty’s position will soon be taken over by Alice Grant.” Not waiting for the woman to react, he continued smoothly, “You may also know her as Mrs. William Grant. I’ve made sure she knows that you look up to her husband – so much that you would probably kneel before him if he asked.”

Behind him, Domenico heard some women gasping, and he knew they were the first women Janice spoke to about the affair she had made up between Misty and William.

“I hope we understand each other now, Ms. Rudely.”

Janice had a blanched expression on her face as she said tightly, “Perfectly, Mr. Moretti.” Nodding to Misty without looking at her, Janice added, “My sincerest congratulations on your engagement, Misty.”

Domenico spun Misty away before she could answer, walking them swiftly to the elevator.

“I wanted to say thank you,” she whispered to him.

“I know. And I didn’t want you to.”

She frowned up at him. “Why not?”

“Because you have to choose to whom you should show your softer side,” he answered honestly as he pressed the Close button of the elevator. His lips twitched when Misty sagged against the wall as the doors closed on them.

When he looked at her under his lashes, she blushed.

He laughed. “Why are you blushing? You asked for this, didn’t you?”

“I know, but…”

He made a protesting motion with his finger. “No turning back now, Misty. A deal is a deal.”

“I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil,” she said, her voice getting smaller and smaller with each step he took toward her.

“A werewolf,” he murmured as he braced one hand on the wall she was leaning against. “You’re making a deal with a werewolf.”

Domenico traced her lips, loving how she trembled at his touch. “Be ready.”

Her eyes widened.

There was something about Misty that brought out the Lyccan in him, he mused. Whenever she looked at him like she was doing so now, and it was often, Domenico had a strong urge to eat her. His cock throbbed at the scent of her desire, even though she was doing her best to hide it.

“Misty,” he whispered.

“Yes?” she croaked out.

“I’ll always make good on my word. That’s a promise…” His hand suddenly snaked between her thigh, making her gasp in surprise and undeniable pleasure.

Lowering his tone, Domenico finished, “…and a warning.” His fingers found her sweet spot unerringly, and he flicked her clit. She bucked against his hand. He flicked it again and again until she suddenly squeezed her thighs close, imprisoning his hand between it. Slowly, his fingers became wet with her come.