The Alpha King's Foreign Luna

Chapter 14

He felt his jaw set. He fought and forced himself, struggling to subdue his s****l desires as his wolf, Cassis wanted to take full control, to make her his in the most primitive way. The masking scent on her had long lost its effects and her intoxicating scent was now awakening his lust that had built up for over two years since he'd been cursed.

He felt the raw taste of blood in his mouth as he bit his arm trying to stop himself from attacking her provocative unconscious body sprawled on the bed.

He stared intently from across the room at the beautiful woman peacefully sleeping on the bed. Fully clothed, with one hand crossed at her waist and the other over her head. A small moan escaped from her sweet cherry-colored lips; he remembered those same lips that pouted at him years ago.

He wasn't expecting an unconscious princess to be brought to him by Marion and Beta Garren. He wanted to strangle Marion's pretty neck, because he now had to endure the long hours of waiting for her to wake up. He wasn't so much as to dishonor himself in the presence of his sleeping mate. He wanted her to fully submit to him, knowing that she was a powerful, stubborn she-wolf princess. He didn't want to be on bad terms with her after five years of waiting.

A flicker from the light bulbs brought him back to his senses. The soft light from the room casted a halo over her serene still form. The gentle rise and fall of her ample chest from her bodice drew his attention.

He let out a deep, controlled growl when he felt himself grow harder as he marveled over the earthy appeal of her full feminine features.

Her fully make-up face didn't marred the innocent features he used to remember very well. Instead, he found her more alluring now and if he didn't know that she had been induced with a sleeping potion, he would have thought she was simply seducing him in bed at that very moment.

Dark slender brows ached over delicate eyelids and velvety eyelashes, obscuring the enticing golden eyes underneath. Her shadow-black hair with white peaking streaks tumbled over in contrast to the ivory satin pillows. Her creamy skin glowed as she was now clothed in a revealing black dress almost identical to the one she wore at her performance hours ago.

He sank his canines deeper as he bit his arm harder, when he was reminded of the incident before, where men tried to deliberately touch her.

She was not at all what he was expecting. He thought of a meek submissive princess who would tremble in his presence. Instead, an independent seductive goddess now lies in front of him.

He shut his eyes, restraining his anger. He had far too many questions for her and few little answers. Her cousin wouldn't even answer some of them and simply said this sleeping princess didn't want him as her mate! He had no clue that he would run into a wall of her feminine resistance.

Hah! Who wouldn't want an Alpha King for a mate? No she-wolf had ever resisted him. Many have begged for his attention.

The quiet challenge up front provoked quite a storm in him.

Why didn't she tell him they were mates years ago? Then how was it possible that he did not know the first time they met?

What happened back in Japan to make her run away and what was she doing here in his country?

Did she come for him? But why would she use a scenting mask to hide herself?

Who was that silver-haired alter ego of her dancing and singing on the stage a few hours ago?

Her radiant smile and honeyed voice on the stage was enough for him to awaken his infatuation and fascination for her over the years.

He had chosen her as his queen. Little did he know that she was his mate.

He had to have her, so he would.

But, on his terms.

He heard her mumble something, as he felt her stir from her sleep and saw a flash of her undergarment from the slit of her dress. He screwed his eyes shut as he imagined those shapely legs wrapped around him.

His anticipation, his desire smoothly in one heart beat transmuted into something else as he burned hotter and hotter. The hours of enduring snapped away the flimsy thread of control he was grasping at. He allowed Cassis to take control and let himself be washed away in ecstacy as he rushed to the satin covered bed where she is delectably sprawled.

Mitsuki's consciousness rose through the veils of sleep, tugging her mind. Resisting the pull, but she felt as if someone was watching her. She could sense the strong dark aura mixed in with a meadow-mint scent permitting the air. Her mind panicked, as she adjusted her eyes and found herself lying down on a warm satin-covered bed in an unfamiliar room.

Pressing her hands on the bed forced herself to sit, drawing in a steady breath, she tried to calm herself. Tried to think, tried to focus, she'd barely formed a thought when she saw a masculine male figure crossing the wooden floor in long fluid strides approaching her.

She held her breath and swallowed her nervousness. His eyes met hers, there was heat in those dark eyes, pure and wanting. She braced herself for what was about to come.

She was innocent, but she wasn't naive. She knew of his plan. He wanted her and she couldn't deny it.

Tonight she had resigned to her fate. Tonight she welcomed her mate. Tonight she had her own agenda and was relying on the driving pounding in her blood to give her the strength and the opportunity to pursue it. She wanted him to want her the way she wanted to be wanted. His submission to the burning need of his primitive desires only for her. She wanted him to love only her the way she desperately craved.

He will learn soon enough...

And then she was in his arms, wrapped in his strength, and his lips were on hers. She kissed him back hungrily but not hurriedly like the way he wanted. She clung to him and welcomed his warm embrace, his caresses. She smiled inwardly as she felt him at ease in her embrace. She felt the strength in his arms as he crushed her yet again in the hardness of his chest.

Their heat flared, passion followed. Seconds later, they were caught in a compulsive expression of their need.

His hard lips crushed hers, heavily stroking his tongue on hers. He invaded her mouth as he invaded her senses.

They burned hotter and hotter and the urgency built.

He drew her flushed against him, then stroked, one large palm gliding over the curve of her hips and thighs, firming, cupping and provocatively kneading her burning skin.

He felt the curse mark on his back burning up in pleasurable pain feeding his primitive desire.

He broke the kiss and sucked in a deep breath; he felt his whole body hardened and stilled. This wasn't his plan tonight, he wasn't the one who was supposed to be burning in pain. Instead, he was the one who needed to endure the waves of desire burning within him.

Releasing his hands from her thighs, he expertly reached for the buttons on the back of her bodice and bared her breasts for his delectation, then closed his hand over it, heard her shattered sigh, her skin felt like warm lava, firm and full beneath his hands.

His lips cruised her skin, trailing over the hollow of her neck, to her collarbone, over the swell of her breast. He openmouthed and nipped her breast as his breath bathed in her n****e, teasing her. She cried out as sensations-burning hot and wet streaked through her. She sucked in another gasp as he gently sucked her.

He drew his head away from her breast and felt the knowing touch of his fingers as his hands groped and cupped the round cheeks of her behind, expertly found their way in between her thighs as his breath kissed her hot burning skin.

His lips cruised the flawless skin of her shapely thighs, licking and showering small traces of saliva, slicked kisses on her delicate skin that sent a jolt down her spine.

His caress and kiss came again, barely there, the brush of his beard on her skin sent a tingling sensation to her now throbbing and contracting womanhood and she gasped as she arched her body and clung to his hair.

He knew what he was doing ; he would send waves and waves of burning sensation through her, beckoning and luring her to be more wanton, making her submit to him. He savored every inch of her flawless skin. Teasing her womanhood, caressing but never fully there. Expertly caressing her shapely thighs making her lower part throb, ache and yearn to be touched.

He paused and reached for her mouth, kissing her hard, ruthless, determined.

She reached for his body, exploring the heavy muscles of his chest still covered by his dress shirt, palms down sweeping both hands across, then lower down to his ridged abdomen. Gliding them farther to the sides of his waist.

He slid a knee in between her thighs, rocking her slowly. His knee rubbing at the undergarment covering her womanhood. Her body shuddered under him as he introduced new sensations to her. Determine to make her surrender more, he reached his hand underneath and cupped the mound of warm flesh in between.

He felt her stilled, snapped open her eyes and broke off their kiss. Their eyes locked and he saw her enticing golden eyes still clouded with lust. She pushed her hands to his chest and drew back, wriggling underneath him as she tried to put a mere few inches of a distance away from him. Not wanting her to break off for the moment, he tried to kiss her again, not wanting her to lose courage now.

Determined to stop him. She exercised her will and pushed him back. Her nerves were still fluttering, flickering, wanting; she drew in a breath and firmly suppressed her raging desire for him.

She needed to stop, she needed him to crave for her, want her in a way that she could make him burn in pain with just one look.

Reaching up traced her slender fingers in the contours of his face.

"Perhaps we've gone far enough tonight?"

He stared into her eyes. His eyes flickered from dark to silver as he tried to control himself. He stared at her for a while, his breathing heavy, his face flushed. A moment ticked past, then his jaw tightened and glanced down at her flushed naked body, bare, peaked, swollen breasts.

Taken aback, he fought and forced himself to acknowledge her words, fought down the nearly overwhelming urge, primitive and powerful, to demonstrate the truth to her in simple action that they had not gone far enough yet.

He glared at her, still struggling to subdue his reaction.

She was his and he was determined to make her his tonight.

He felt a brush of her slender fingers on his lips. He sucked in a breath of that innocent act.

"I want us to talk. Please..." Her voice pleading while pushing his chest away and forcing herself to sit up.

He watched as she made herself decent again. Reaching for the buttons on the back of his dress and frowned as she gave up in trying to fasten them again. She looked at him intently and turned her back around him. He moved closer to her, reaching for the buttons; his instincts telling him to fasten them up.

He was in shock when he saw the same cursed red mark he had on her back.

"Why do y-'?" He wasn't able to finish his question when he felt her stiffen a bit when his hand touched her skin.

She pursed her lips and faced him forward.

"Why do you have the same red mark on your back? Are you also cursed?" He asked in a deep, resonating voice.

She winced at his choice of words.

"It's not really a curse. It's a magical crest."

His face registered anger and confusion.

"If it's not a curse. How come it burns up every time I do it?"

"It...? It--You mean intimacy?"

"Intimacy, mating, s****l contact, intercourse, love making, s*x --the likes. What ever you want to call it?!"

"Because I'm a pure breeder and you're my mate. I imprinted on you five years ago. You're not cursed, just not able to have any s****l contact with another woman other than me."

"Pure breeder? What is that?"

She let out her pent up breath and said, "Hah~ In every generation a pure breeder is born from my clan. It means I am able to conceive a child of any creature. Wolf. Vampire. Demon, you name it. When I go in heat, they go in a runt."

A growl escaped from his lips, more private, more intimate. His aura darkened with an intent to kill.

"You are mine! And mine alone! I will kill any creature who dares to touch you?!"

She quelled a shiver at his deep animalistic voice.

"Did you not hear what I just said? Regardless if you are my mate. A s****l contact with them could get me pregnant. To put it simply... I'm a breeder -- a baby-making machine of strong heirs. That is my curse, not yours."

"Then submit to me! I will end your curse and mine!"

She paused and hesitated to answer him for awhile.

"I will be able to answer you once I know you well enough to know which answer to give you."

"We will do that later. We have a whole lifetime to get to know each other."

She frowned and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"You're missing the point... I don't trust you well enough."

"You're making this far too complicated. It's simple. You are mine."

He bore his eyes into hers for a long moment. He fought once again a strong impulse to react and ruthlessly trample her resistance, to deny her any other outcome possible. He felt the muscles in his body flexed as the rippling anger within him wanted to take her willing or not.

He thought long and hard. There were some battles from which it was wiser to retreat, and knew too well to avoid.

"You want me to woo you?" His tone resigned.

"Precisely. I am Asian, after all. I need to spend some time with you to get to know you. I am not used to the ways of the west. I wish to bond with you not in a s****l way. I want a bond forged with trust and love."

He tilted his head, studying her face.

"So how long do you think this getting to know you better -- will take?"

"A year will be sufficiently long enough."

"No!"

"Excuse me? Why not?"

"I have waited long for five years!"

"Eight months?"

He shook his head.

"Six?"

"Lower."

"Half a year!"

"No!"

"We have to agree on something. Four months?"

"Still not acceptable! Two weeks."

"Two weeks?! No! We're not going on a picnic! Three months."

"Two months! Take it or leave it. Or, I will force my claim on you now!"

"Fine. Two months!" She waited for his reply.

In a heart beat, his eyes turned from dark to silver and the handsome devil smirked at her. His lips curved a wholly masculine smile.

"Agreed." He extended a hand to her.

She reached for his hand to seal their agreement. He then pulled her into his arms, bent his head and covered her lips with his.

Spinning her senses, stealing away her wits.

"Now show me your wolf."

"What?! Why?" She asked in confusion.

"It's already dawn. Our two months of getting to know each other--It starts now."

She tensed to step back. Hesitating at his request. Yet, she realized fleeing wasn't an excellent idea. She could sense he placed a strong barrier surrounding the place. Strong enough to hold her in. She had no intention of breaking it at all. She still thought that it would use up a great deal of her life-force. She tried to summon her gift. It's there; but, it would take time to open one. He had planned this all along, and she was quite surprised at how he was able to pull it off in such a short amount of time. She resigned and drew a deep breath.

"Where are we?"

"Crest Lodge, still in your uncle's territory. Only a little further into the woods."

"What is the barrier for?"

"To hold you in and keep them out."

"How did you know of my gift?"

"I had trustworthy resources."

"Who? Marion? Aston?"

"Your uncle."

She winced yet again. So they knew. They were helping him all along.

"I can't summon my wolf." She lied.

He came closer to her only a breath away. She felt him remove the necklace from her neck and deliberately traced the hollow of it.

Sending jolts of electricity through her spine.

"What was that for?" She said, referring to the necklace.

"So you won't escape."

"I thought we had an agreement?" She asked.

"We didn't before. We don't trust each other yet--well enough. Remember?"

She pouted her lips at him and resigned to his request. She watched him as he drew back and put quite a distance between them.

"Fine. I'll do it..."

She glanced at him. Wondering why he didn't ask why she didn't take off her clothes. No question was registered on his face. He just calmly stood there waiting for her.

Pressing her hands together, straightening her fingers, she forced herself to calm down. She focused firmly on her goal and with the thumping of her heart she summoned her wolf. Flecks of golden light formed on her chest, combining together a silhouette of a beautiful white wolf formed; within minutes Shiro emerged, walking gracefully to her side. Shiro nudged her head at her and she kissed her, letting out a purring growl.

He didn't speak as he walked back to her. He reached his hand to Shiro and touched her, caressing her soft white fur and planted a gentle kiss on her head. Shiro in turn licked his face and nuzzled his neck.

"You knew... right?" She asked knowingly.

"Yes. But, where are her red marks?" he asked.

"When she and I become one, you will see them."

"Then merge. Show me you're complete form."

"Show me yours first." She ordered him.

"Ok."

He sat on the chair and removed his socks and shoes, lifted his head and drew in a breath and gazed at her intently, luring and enthralling her. He stood up and his hands undid the buttons closing his shirt, he spread the halves of his shirt wide, revealing his hard heavy chest, to his ridged abdomen to the sides of his waist. He paused for a minute before he reached for the button and undid his pants. He was now stark naked in front of her. She had never personally seen a naked man before; only in illustrations and a few photos in magazines. Her eyes marveled at the god-like sculpted body in front of her, every inch was almost perfection. Every angle and plane is a masterpiece.

He sucked in a breath and a deep intimate growl reverberated within him. His whole body contorted, hardened and stilled. In the dimly lighted room. She saw his jaw clenched and his dark eyes turn silver. He looked like he was in pain to endure. The sounds of bones breaking and snapping enveloped the room, as he slowly transitioned into his wolf form. He shifted into a huge silvered-eye-piercing black wolf, almost occupying the whole room. This was the first time she had seen someone shift into a wolf in front of her, the act seemed primal and intimate in her eyes.

He walked slowly towards them, like the stillness of a predator pursuing his prey. He is big and mighty. Walking but never reaching. He stared at them with a shattering intensity. She reached her hand to him and ran her hands into his ears. She felt her body shiver at the feel of his full rough fur on her palms. He growled and fixed his eyes on Shiro. She in turn growled back in the most seductive way. He nudged his head and pushed her body towards her wolf.

Sensing his request for them to merge. She slowly removed her clothes as he watched her without blinking, her naked body mirrored in the pools of his silver eyes, as Shiro shielded her body from her for decency. She focused and allowed her body to metamorphose in specks of dust as she morphed herself, merging with Shiro.

Her complete form was reflected in his eyes. He marveled at the golden-eyed white wolf whose ruby-red marks outlined her face and her body. She was almost as big as him. She didn't cower at his growls, instead she welcomed him. He approached her and he rubbed himself in her sweet scent and nuzzled her neck before kissing her face. They stood there unmoving for a while. His wolf form absorbed the intensity of her life-force. Both feed off their energy.

She wanted him and at that moment he knew that she was his...