(Tilly Ann)
The knock came just as I was about to call for my bath.
I frowned, tying my robe tighter. Probably my mother, with another lecture about leaving my blades and daggers littered everywhere covered in boar blood.
"Not now, Mama" I said under my breath and matched to the door.
I yanked the door open.
And there he was. Not my mother. Chase Dubois. Still in that damned wheelchair, parked in the hallway.
Every furious feeling from the storeroom rushed back. My face went hot. Without a word, I moved to slam the door shut.
His hand shot out, fast. His palm slapped flat against the wood, stopping it. .
"What do you want?" I hissed. "This marriage might have been forced on me for reasons my father has kept to himself…it doesn't grant you access to me or my bedroom. At least, until it's finalized! So, goodbye!"
He looked up at me. His dreamy eyes weren't cold now. They were… tired. Like he had stayed up all through the night.
"I owe you an apology, don't I?"
That made me pause. And suspicious.
Chase Dubois did not look like a man who would ever admit that he was wrong.
"You do," I said, my voice hard.
"I'm sorry. Tilly"
I pushed on the door again. He was playing another game. He held it firm.
"I am sorry for offending you" The way he said my name made me look at him. "It has nothing to do with you. I am just a miserable… fuck face."
A surprised laugh almost burst out of me. I bit it back, but a smile tugged my lips. "Yes. You are."
A real smile touched his mouth. "Let me make it up to you. I had my omega set up a place for a light picnic. Before dinner. In your favorite spot in your garden. At least, your mother said it was. The one by the willow tree and lake. Does that interest you?"
He was being gentlemanly. Kind. The anger in me softened, turning into something warm. "I might be interested," I said, trying to sound careless.
"Good. See you then, Matilda."
He wheeled himself backwards, then turned and moved down the hall. I watched him go, until he turned the corner.
I closed the door slowly. A stupid smile was on my face.
I leaned back against the wood. Maybe… maybe he wasn't all bad. Maybe the chair explained the strangeness.
Knock knock.
My smile grew. He forgot something. Probably more pretty words.
I pulled the door open, ready to tease him. "Did you forget to—"
He was standing.
No wheelchair. No weakness. He was just… standing. Different too. The weariness in his eyes were gone. All that was left was the most piercing and captivating eyes I have ever seen.
All the air left my lungs.
He didn't let me speak. He moved fast, one step forward, his hand cradling my jaw, his mouth crashing down on mine.
This kiss was worse than the storage room.
I gasped into his mouth.
He didn't wait for an invitation.
He walked me backwards into the room, kicking the door shut behind us .
My back met the wall beside the door.
He pressed into me. One of his hands was in my hair; the other on my hip, holding me there.
He finally broke the kiss, but only far enough to look into my eyes.
"How did you escape in the storeroom?" he whispered, his voice amused. "Did your mother suspect that her virgin little princess had been thoroughly finger fucked by me where she stores her Manila rope and vinegar"
He kissed me again, slower this time.
I couldn't think. I could only feel. If I could think I would have asked him what the hell he was talking about.
He was there when his father and my parents entered. When he shoved me into the storeroom and looked them straight in the eyes and lied.
But I was rather preoccupied.
My hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt—the new one he was wearing.
Pulling out a little to ask "What is with the occasional wheelchair and tired eyes, Chase Dubois?"
I looked at me briefly before turning his attention to my chin, kissing me there. "Hush. Busy right now, Winchester"
He kissed me until l was dizzy, until my robe was loose and his touch was everywhere-my waist, my breast, the curve of my hip. I was gasping, my head spinning.
He pulled back just an inch,a wicked smile on his swollen lips.
"Breathe, little Princess" he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
He looked like a different person towering over me like that.
"You...you're different" I panted, trying to shove at his chest. It was like pushing a mountain.
"And you're loud." He dipped his head, nipping at my jaw. "I like it."
"What game are you playing, Alpha Dubios?"
"The only game that matters," he said,his voice dropping low.
He leaned in, his nose brushing the skin below my ear, inhaling deeply. A shudder ran through me. "And right now, Winchester, I can smell you."
His lips were against my ear, "I can smell how much you want this.How wet you are for me. It's driving me fucking crazy."
I shook my head.
"No"
"Yes. I'm a fucking wolf, sweetheart. I really can smell it"
He stepped back, taking my hand. His eyes never left mine as he led me to the sturdy writing table by the window.
With firm pressure, he sat me on the edge.
"What are you doing?"
Whatever he was up to, was good.
"Having a taste" He said it like it was simple. "I couldn't in good conscience let all that good juice go to waste now, can I?"
Then he went to his knees on the floor.
My breath stopped.
The sight of Chase Dubois, the Lycan Prince, on his knees between my legs,was the most shocking thing I had ever seen. And I have seen a horse give birth to a hybrid calf/horse.
The proud shoulders, the dark head bowed...for me.
He pushed my robe apart.
He looked at me, there and a low sound came from his throat.
"Perfect," he rasped. Then he leaned forward.
The first touch of his tongue was a soft stroke. I jolted.
He answered with another lick, longer, firmer. Then he found the center of my ache, that swollen spot,and he sucked on it, gently.
"Chase!" I sobbed. My back arched. The world blurred.
He held my hips down, pinning me to the table as his mouth worked magic.
His tongue was relentless, circling, flicking, diving inside me and then returning to that perfect, sweet pressure.
He learned me fast, every gasp and whimper guiding him.
The feel of his stubble on my inner thighs, the wet hot sounds, the sight of his broad shoulders between my legs drove me insane.
I was babbling, pleading, my hips moving against his mouth of their own will.
"Please...I can't...Chase, please.."
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them.
That was all it took.
A wave of pleasure that felt like pain, ripped through me.
I screamed, my body bowing off the table, shaking, clenching around his fingers.
He didn't stop. He drank from me, gentling his tongue, drawing the pulses out
Then we heard it. A knock on the door.
"Tilly Ann!"
Fuck, it was my brother Kessington.
"Tilly Ann!"
My eyes darted to the man in-between my legs, his eyes dancing with mischief.
Oh no! Don't you dare play another game right now, Chase Dubois!
"Tilly Ann! I heard screams. Are you alright? I'm going inside."
Chase smiled and leaked my pussy. "Woo!, a threesome. I have never fucked a brother and a sister at the same time befor…"
I covered his mouth with my palm as Kessington started to push the door open.
"Tilly?"
"Fuck off, Kessington. It's just a bug and I'm not decent!" I yelled at the door.
I heard retreating footsteps and once again I was left with the man in between my legs.
He rested his forehead against my trembling thigh for a moment, his breathing ragged. Then he looked up at me.
He stood, pulling me gently against him before my bones could even remember how to hold me. I melted against his chest.
"Untill next time, Winchester." He whispered, his voice rough with want.
He leaned and kissed my temple. "Next time, I will use my cock. And you will accommodate it like a good little princess, won't you, Tilly Ann?"
I leaned in, a little smile playing on my lips to whisper. "Get out…Chase Dubois. And take your cock with you. I don't want it"
He smiled back, walking towards the door. "You will. Winchester" He opened the door. "You will"