Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Lucas

Miatta’s words washed over me, weakening me totally. She was a virgin and I had accused of taking of a lover. My foolishness made me unworthy to stand before her perfect imperfections. Even I could not boast of being a virgin because lycans were very sexual peaked creatures. Virgins were rare to find in a world of pleasures like ours and yet my mate stood before me, with her virginity intact, the highest honour she could give me. I had acted irrationally, my jealousy had burned hot but now, I was left with the ashes of my mistakes.

“You are a virgin. How are you a virgin?” I wanted to know. It wasn't possible that an attractive shifter like herself had managed to preserve herself through mating periods and through her abduction. She was a princess but I was a prince and I was equally adventurous. It just wasn't possible.

Miatta turned scarlet with embarrassment and hung her head. “I just am. I have never told anyone, not Addy, not even my own mother. You are the first to know and it's kinda ironic.”

“How?” I leaned off the stump and took her hands. She gave in this time and took shelter within my arms.

“I can't confide in the people I love and here I am, spilling my greatest secret to the one person I shouldn't. It's like my life is one clock in reverse.” She squirmed in my arms restlessly and I reluctantly let her step out, my wolf troubled again.

“We are mates, Miatta. Whether we like it or not, the Moon Goddess deemed it fit for it to be so. I cannot make you love me but I can at least ask for your forgiveness and your understanding. I am not proud of what I did and I want you to come back to the booth with me. I deserve some sort of happiness tonight and so do you. Humour me.”

She bit down on her lower lip, a habit she indulged in when she was thinking or planning a caustic comeback. I hoped it was the first and waited on her decision. Her hazel eyes shone in the night, occasionally hidden by the blinking of her full lashes. The lack of contact between us was a torment and I snuck behind her, desperate to touch her somehow.

“Don't. Touch. Me,” she ordered stiffly but I could hear the uncertainty underneath the mean command. I ignored her and came closer, only making her move away from my reach the more.

“Why not?” I dropped my voice a few notches till it was deep and smooth, my secret weapon. She flipped her hair over her shoulders ruthlessly and massaged her forearms hurriedly like she couldn't get warm. I had her where I wanted her and by the Goddess, she was not slipping away if I had anything to say about it. I replaced her massaging palms with mine and did it in lazy strokes, pulling her back into the shadows with me. I pressed her against the walls, thighs against thighs and her hot breath blew against my face.

“Why not?” I repeated, kissing her neck and nibbling softly as if to remind her that I was still there. She lolled her head backwards, accepting my touch despite her previous resistance.

“Because. . . I can't think. . . it's not fair. My brain won't function when you are this close.” Her voice wobbled and shook badly, her hands caged by mine. She wanted to touch me and I wanted that too but I couldn't lose track, couldn't lose control just when I was about to have my way.

“Then feel instead. Say you'll come back to my room after the festival, Miatta.”

“No. I —Lucas!” she screamed against my chest as I pulled down her handy zipper and placed my warm palm flat on her sweaty back. I found her interfering underwear and slipped under it, finding hot, wet flesh.

“I can't take a No, Miatta. I won't. Tell me what I want to hear, sweet. Say you'll spend the whole night with me in my bed. Tell me you want me between your legs, giving you the pleasure you are aching for.” I twisted my fist in her underwear, grinding my knuckles against her labia, eliciting a long oath from her lips. She grabbed my shoulders and fought the desires of her body, shaking her head from left to right, refusing to give in. What was I doing wrong? Her claws dug into my flesh and her fangs lengthened as did my erection but she was fighting me. When I lowered my head and took a nipple between my lips, she was screaming her surrender.

“Yes, Lucas, yes! I will!”

“You will what?” I teased her, lapping at her sensitive tits, enjoying her submission. It might be the last time I saw it.

“I–I–I will spend the night with you in. . . your room. Just end this torture, please.”

Miatta

I thought that I could hold myself back but he knew my body better than me and strung it hard like a restored harp. I was moaning tunes that when his wet tongue touched my aroused nipples and it was game over. When I had come twice from his fingers alone, he pulled up my dress, zipped me in and I tried to get my hair in order. The long mass was annoying and stuff got stuck in it every time. I had cut it once before but after it had left my mother crying for days for the loss of mere hair that wasn't even hers, I never attempted it again.

“Bohemian,” I cursed him and his damned methods of persuasion. I could never get away with a good mad when he was in the vicinity. He was driving me off the tangent and I was falling for and with him. He grinned widely and patted wrinkles out of my dress, straying to grope at my ass. I slapped away his wandering hands and rolled my eyes at him even if he could not see me.

“But you want this bohemian, don't you? Don't you dare roll those eyes at me again or I will have you crawling up the walls,” he threatened and shocked that he had seen me, I leaped out of reach. He followed after me and offered me his arm chivalrously. I accepted it and caught myself grinning back at him. I was. . . happy, the feeling bubbling in my stomach like boiling water. I had found my mate in a lycan prince and I was elated, my eyes dancing in delight. He wanted me, he was possessive and terribly jealous when it came to matters that concerned me but he was all mine.

We sat under the canopy of his booth and soon enough, the results of the dance contest were announced and Group White won. Addy's group ran out of their circle in joy and I beamed at my friend, waving and clapping fervently. Their joy knew no bounds as gifts of clothing and food were presented to them. As the final beats of the drum expired in the air, Lucas impatiently escaped with me in his arms and snuck me up to his room. Within minutes, my beautiful lavender dress was in shreds, suffering the same fate as my former blue dress. He gave me no breathing space to protest, echoing my moans and manipulating my body to produce some more. Before the rising of the sun the next day, I was no longer a virgin, claimed in every sense of the word.