The Last Fae Princess

14_Is This Your First Time?

Nia POV

Dinner is hell – to say the least. The food looks delicious, and I am sure it will taste exquisite, but I might as well suck on the exhaust of a truck, because I taste nothing. And my nervous system is on the brink of a catastrophic breakdown.

What the actual f**k have I done? Have I traded one devil for another? Did I sell my soul – or rather my body – to the devil? How bloody stupid can I be?

But I agreed before I could stop myself, and at least I can finish school now. I know it is not the world’s biggest accomplishment, but I was an A-student and worked my ass off for good grades. I want to see it through.

We eat in silence, but I cannot stop myself from glancing his way every now and then. His eyes are fixed on his plate while he eats, and it looks like he is frowning, but I cannot be sure because of the mask. Is he also reconsidering our agreement?

The idea that he might change his mind strikes me in my gut, and I reach for my glass of wine out of sheer nervousness. It is not like I want to share his bed, but I really, really want my freedom.

“I’ll arrange for clothes tomorrow,” he says out of the blue, and I nearly fall off my chair out of fright.

“Excuse me?” I ask, unsure if I heard right.

“Just give me your size and what you like, and I’ll get it,” he answers.

“There’s …” I start, but bite my tongue before I could tell him no. I need clothes, especially underwear, because I literally have nothing.

“Thank you,” I say.

“Are you done?” He asks, pointing at my plate, and I nod, suddenly overcome with a mixture of anxiety and shyness.

“Come on,” he says, standing up, and I have no choice but to follow him up the stairs.

He opens the door at the end of the hall, and I slowly enter. There is a huge, gorgeous king-size bed in dark wood with white linen. There is not a single mirror in sight, but the room has large windows that let in the moonlight. If I had not been so nervous, I would have taken a moment to appreciate the beauty.

The second the door closes behind us, Declan takes off his clothes, and I stare at him with big eyes. Dear Goddess, the man is beautiful. His torso is perfectly chiselled, and my eyes follow the movement of his muscles.

“What are you waiting for?” He grunts. “Undress.”

Frozen to the spot, I nod and unzip the jacket. What did I expect? Flowers and romance? This is purely a business deal, and the sooner I get that into my head, the better I will deal with this.

“You’re taking too long,” He complains and pulls my t-shirt over my head. With one tug, my pants are on the floor, and shame threatens to engulf me when I am naked in front of him, but he does not seem to care. In fact, he does not even seem interested. Then why the hell did he make the deal with me?

He picks me up and places me on the bed. His mouth is warm and rough as his lips capture my n****e, and I lie motionless as he sucks and nibbles on me. I have no idea what is to be expected of me, but my skin ignites where he touches me. However, I am too nervous to enjoy it.

His hand trails down my stomach until he settles between my legs, and a strange warmth pools in my nether region. He gently starts stroking me, and I unexpectedly moan softly.

“That’s better,” he mumbles against my breast as his fingers keep on stroking and rubbing me. Embarrassment overflows me as I feel the moisture between my legs, but he seems pleased as he groans against my skin.

“Is this your first time?” He asks, lifting his head to look at me, but his fingers do not stop stroking me.

“Y … yes,” I whisper. I have no idea if my answer upsets him or not, but his eyes darken, and he growls as he leans over, deeply sniffing my neck.

He keeps rubbing my c******s and increases his pace when my fingers cramp into the linen. My muscles tighten, and my breathing becomes heavier as he continues, until something inside me snaps deliciously and I utter a soft gasp.

He removes his hand, lifts himself, and settles between my legs.

“You know it’s going to hurt a little, right?” He asks softly.

“I heard,” I reply, shutting my eyes tightly. “Do it quickly.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, and I nod, hoping that it will be like ripping off a Band-Aid.

He penetrates me hard and fast, and I cannot contain the scream that escapes my lips, my fingers curling into the linen as I absorb the pain. Okay, it is not that painful, but if this is s*x, I do not get the fuss about it, because it sure as hell is not pleasurable.

Declan POV

With my eyes closed, I savour her warmth. It has been so long since I have felt it. Also, I have not slept with any of my previous mates – I did not want them to get attached – so this is also completely new to me.

My wolf howls in delight and wants more, but I will not push Nia until she is ready.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse with desire, and my muscles taunt with desire.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, but I am not sure if I should believe her. “You can continue.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” I growl. This is not how I do things. Either the woman participates, or we do not do it at all. Okay, I know she is not doing this because of a burning desire – in fact, she is using more than I am using her, but still, even a monster like me has limits.

“This is new to me,” she answers softly. “I … I don’t really know what to do or expect.”

“Do what comes naturally to you,” I say, kissing her neck, and she relaxes instantly.

I calm down a little when she finally responds, and I sigh contentedly. Her hands glide up my arms, and she curls her fingers in my hair. Eagerly, my hands roam her back and pull her closer.

My wolf howls in delight, and she gasps for air when I softly bite her neck where I am supposed to mark her. I still do not move, giving her more time to adjust to what is happening. My one hand caresses her stomach, and her breath hitches when it rests on her breast. Gently, I move down and eagerly claim her breast with my mouth.

She moans softly as her fingers cramp into my hair, and I take time sucking and licking her n****e. She jerks in surprise when I softly bite her n****e before I suck on her again.

“Master,” she pants as I move over to her other breast.

That is my queue, I decide, lifting my head.

“Look at me,” I demand, and she obeys.

I hold her gaze as I gently pull out and slide back in. She is slick and wet, and I know the worst is over for her. I pull out again, and she gasps when I thrust hard into her. I close my eyes and enjoy her warmth around me for only a second before I fervently plunge into her again and again.

By her breathing, I can tell that she is close to climaxing, and I go harder and faster. Her entire body tightens, and she moans from deep within. I thrust into her once more before my growl fills the room as my orgasm hits me hard.

My breathing is ragged as I roll off her and lie on my back.

“Are you okay?” I ask again, irritated by my wolf’s need for her approval.

“Yes,” she answers, but the atmosphere in my room has thickened with awkwardness.

“Next time will be better,” I say, pulling her against my chest in a clumsy attempt to console her.