The Wolf-Prince of Belfaire

The worst night of my life...

“Are you sure about this?” he asked still looking into my eyes and still trying to hold on to some self-control on his part.

On my part, there was no control left to hold on to anymore…

“Tristane do you want me?” I asked to hear it directly from him one more time.

He didn’t say anything or reply me with any words, instead he lifted my hand and placed it higher up on his chest, directly above his hard beating heart. As I felt the strong, continuous and definitely abnormal thumping of his heart, I became sure of one thing. We were both strangers, but he wanted me in that moment just as much as I wanted him and that was all that mattered.

I gave him the last bit of assurance I felt he needed to hear from me...

“Listen to me Tristane, I have never done this with anyone before, but right now I know for sure that I want you. I think you want me too just as badly.” I said barely audibly as I slid my hands gently up his chest and to his handsome face that continued to leave me stunned even in the dimly lit room. “I want you and you want me, so we should both take what we want.” I said guiding his lips to mine and locking them in another kiss, much slower this time till I could no longer think.

It was then I saw him lose all his control and I saw the wildness flash for a split second in his blue eyes. He no longer felt like I man in my arms, the heat from his body flooded into mine as our bodies came together and almost immediately my legs were off the floor.

Using just his right hand placed firmly on my waist he took me off the floor as easily as I would lift a feather pillow and had my legs wrapped around him and my lips glued to his, while his fingers ran sensually through my hair and he made his way to the bed with me on him. I had heard rumors about the Prince of Belfaire being a really strong man and now I could feel his strength for myself as he carried me from one side of the large room to my bed like I were a little baby and not a grown woman.

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He placed me on the bed gently and ripped his shirt off with one hand then tossed it to the side like it were made of paper. I lay there completely mesmerized by the perfectly sculpted torso of the man in front of me.

He leaned in and kissed me again till I was sure that my brain had ceased all functions and my body was completely in control.

I had on a soft sleeping gown, unlike how he treated his shirt just seconds earlier, he took his time with my gown, taking it off slowly and gently to discover that I had nothing else under the sleeping gown. I lay there completely naked in front of a man for the first time and I got even more confident when I saw the raw hunger flood his eyes and his muscles tighten as he caressed me with his eyes.

“You are the most beautiful….” was all he could manage to groan out before our desire took over again...

His lips kissed gently down my neck, then he proceeded to my now swollen breasts which he devoured completely. The feeling of ecstasy flooded through my body and had me letting out silent moans of intense pleasure without even realizing it.

He continued for a while making sure I was totally wild and wet for him before moving his wicked mouth further down my body. He made his way to the soft spot between my legs and made me feel pleasure that I never imagined could be possible. He continued for minutes with both his tongue, lips and fingers till pleasure shot through me and I felt my body begin to shake reflexively and my legs get wobbly and weak.

I thought it could not get any better than that, but I was wrong. Prince Tristane of Belfaire had so much more to teach me that night. He made sure it was a lesson I would never forget…. It was my very first time and yet I knew in my heart that no normal man would ever be able to match up to him, I was sure that I would only ever want him for the rest of my life and no one else.

We both took what we wanted and we did it passionately into the late hours of the night...

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My eyes fluttered open expecting to see the light of the morning shoot through the curtains, but it wasn’t morning yet, the darkness of the night was not yet over. I looked around for Tristane but he was not in the room. I remembered hazily that a while ago he had gotten up from the bed and walked out the door without saying a word or looking back.

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I had not been bothered then because I knew he would be back, but now the realization dawned on me, it had already been a while since he walked out and he was not yet back. I sat up quickly and picked my gown from the side of the bed. The feeling of shock only got worse when my thoughts got clear, he had gone out the room using the main door….

I was up on my feet and walking to the door quickly as multiple scary thoughts began to cross my mind. The scariest thought was that of either my father or elder brother finding out Tristane spent the night in my room.

They would both kill him for sure if that was the case. The fear of something happening to him made it hard for me to breathe or think properly even as I swung the door to the room open and stood at the corridor leading to the stairs that linked my room to the rest of the palace.

It was then I heard the loud howl of a wolf echo through the palace as loud and clear as though it had happened within the palace walls, it was a blood curdling sound that sent shivers down my spine and made me even more worried. A cold feeling shot through my body and a cold fear began to spread through me, something was terribly wrong. I could feel it, but I had no idea what it was.

I began running up the stairs leading to the throne room hoping in my heart that nothing bad had happened to Tristane, but I was wrong. I had been wrong about absolutely everything from the very beginning.