(Tilly Ann)
Within five minutes of the first time I met Chase Dubois, he fingered me in my Father's receiving room. My mother was five steps away.
Our marriage engagement had taken place in my absence.
In my father's defense, he did mention it in passing during dinner the night before. But I blocked it out and chose to go boar hunting with my brother, Kessington.
When I came home, I was informed of my engagement to Mr. Dubois, to which I responded with a very loud, very ear piercing scream.
It lasted about a minute before he walked into the receiving room and he was introduced to me by my mother.
Chase Dubois.
He was the second son of Alpha Kale Dubois, The Lycan King.
Chase was a pretty looking thing.
Eighteen. Elegant height. Lean form.
He was classically handsome with dreamy eyes, strong jaw, dark hair, and a serious mouth.
He rarely smiled, but when Chase did, it was warm and disarming.
Falling in love with him should have been considerably easier than boar hunting.
"You are Mr. Dubois?" I asked him as soon as he came closer.
"I'm Chase. And you are Princess Matilda Evangeline Winchester"
"Tilly Ann" I told him. "I go by Tilly Ann"
I was captivated by him. The way he carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to stay on me.
Chase Dubois carried this quiet, magnetic stillness about him, often seeming lost in distant thought.
"Tilly Honey, close your mouth. You are drooling" Mother instructed as she gestured for Kessington to follow her out the receiving room, giving Chase and I ample time to get acquainted with each other.
Once alone, I glanced around the scantily decorated receiving room.
The room was sparse and cold. There was nothing unique about it. Nothing royal. Just tall windows and polished floorboard.
It wasn't much. Ze Kingdom wasn't much.
We were just a little island kingdom off the Coast of Atlanta, probably the smallest kingdom in Atlanta.
It did explain why I was dressed in a wet poodle I called a dress while Chase was impeccably dressed in a simple dark coat, a white cravat and an air of understated grace.
I glanced towards the opened door my mother and brother recently vacated through, briefly wondering when they would be back so I don't stand awkwardly here looking everywhere but Chase's face.
He didn't say a word.
"So" I said when he didn't say anything to me in minutes. "Do you hunt Boars?"
It was all I could come up with in a way of conversation.
He took a step closer to me, his piercing eyes holding mine hostage. He didn't speak.
"I love hunting boars. Must be the Dragon blood in my veins" I kept blabbing on. "It makes us a good hunter like Sigmoid or Aradin…"
The closer he came, the more I felt the need to blabber some more.
The air changed when he walked closer. I heard the quiet sound of his boots on the floor. My heart started to beat faster.
He stopped in front of me. I could smell the scent of him. He was an Alpha. A true Alpha.
My eyes went down, then back up, from his hands to his shoulders, and finally to his face. Those piercing eyes held mine, and my breath simply stopped.
Then it dawned on me. He was making me awkward and nervous on purpose. He loved watching me squirm.
He loved that I forgot how to stand. And my hands felt too big. My smile felt shaky and too wide.
I was being terribly awkward and he seemed to be enjoying it.
But I was Tillie Ann Winchester, turning the tables around was sort of my specialty. I might not have my mind reading powers or a dragon yet but I knew how to turn teenage boys into blushing brides.
And so, I did.
I leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.
There!
It should be enough to stop him from playing games.
And it did.
Chase Dubois eyes widened in surprise, his rare smile playing on his face which made his dimples very visible.
"Tilly Ann Winchester, did you just kiss me?"
I held his gaze, a little smile coming on. "Sure, yes sir, I did. It ought to teach you not to make a Winchester nervous"
Completely proud of myself, I straighten out my wet dress and my posture, earning me an extra inch.
"I am placing you on notice, Chase Dubois. Don't play your mind game with a Winchester" I removed the debris on my shoulder and threw it on the ground. "Now, I must bid you adieu"
I turned around to leave but a strong arm hooked around my waist, yanking me back against a wall.
"Mr. Dubios!" I huffed out.
He shoved a nearby door open -the small storeroom- my father's storeroom and pulled us inside.
The door clicked shut. Then his hands were on me, everywhere.
"Chase Dubois. Are you trying to take advantage of an innocent girl like me?" I kept the shock out of my voice.
Years of manipulating my way out of unfortunate situations came in handy.
His amused eyes found mine. "Yes. I very much plan to, little princess"
His mouth crashed down on mine again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth without warning.
I have made boys blushed with my kisses in Ze but nothing like this. I could only gasp and cling to his shoulders.
One of his hands slid down my back, over my butt, gripping hard and pulling me tight against him.
I gasped. "Chase Dubios!"
He swallowed my gasp.
"Oh, don't get loud just yet, little princess. I'm just getting started."
I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach.
His other hand was rougher. It pushed up my skirts, gathering the fabric in a fist at my waist.
Then his warm, rough hand was there, cupping me between my legs, over my thin drawers.
"Chase,"I whimpered into his mouth.
He tore his lips from mine, his breathing ragged. "You started this, Winchester. Now, be a good little princess and open your legs for me, okay?" He growled, and then his fingers pushed aside the seam of my drawers.
He touched me right on my bare cunt.
I cried out.
"Hush, now sweetness. I can't exactly explain this to your mother, if she comes to see what's making her little princess cry out"
I found myself trying to be quiet so he could continue.
His fingers were slick, sliding through my wetness, finding that swollen, desperate spot. He rubbed hard, in tight circles,and my legs…buckled.
He held me up, pinning me to the wall.
"Are you ready for me, Winchester?"
Was he playing another one of his…sweet bloody fuck!
He pushed one finger inside me, then another. I was so tight, so wet.
He fucked me with his fingers, a fast, rough rhythm that made me sink my teeth into his shoulder to stop me from crying.
His thumb kept rubbing my clit.
Pleasure coiled in my belly. I was panting, almost begging for something I couldn't find words for, my head thrashing against the wall.
Just as that coil was about to snap, a sound came from outside the door
It was a footstep, followed by a cough.
Chase froze.
He pulled his wet fingers from inside me, and I saw him bring them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hot look in his eyes. A wicked smile spread across his face.
I knew exactly what he wanted to do even before he did it. "Don't you dare leave me looking like…"
He gave me one last kiss. Smiling widely like he was so fucking proud of himself "Until next time, Winchester."
In a flash, he was at the small window.
He shoved it open, climbed onto the sill, and jumped.
"Chase! Chase!" I called in a hush voice. "I'm going to kill you. Chase Dubios!"
He was gone.
I slid down the wall, my skirts a tangled mess around my waist, my body throbbing and aching.
I held my breath as the door started to open.
How the hell do I explain to my mother why my dress was ripped and my drawers on the floor?
Chase fucking Dubios! Is a dead man when I get my hands on him.