Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Stop laughing." He blinked his eyes and brushed his thumb across my top lip.

We stared at each other for I don't know how long, as if we are both a masterpiece crafted by Fate and Destiny. Even the way we look at each other, our strong love is really vivid. 'Enjoy it while it lasts...' Eliane's voice creeped into my ears again. Since I'm good at hiding emotions, Tyler didn't know that I am really freaked out.

What if I'm not really Eliane? What if Eliane also manipulated me and Rowena and even her creation which is the Hearteaters?

me...'

'Don't let your heart fool you.' Those words ringed in my ear again. 'I am you, you are

'Stop it, Eliane'

"You know it makes me come every time you laugh near me." I blinked when Tyler released me from my stupor. Taking a deep breath with his hands near my breasts, he could feel my lungs beneath his warm palm in a rhythmic oscillation.

"There's something you have in your lips," he mumbled, eyes pinned on my rose-colored mouth.

Does he want to fuck me in my mouth?

The way he's looking at me makes me nervous. It was his inevitable i-wanna-fuck-you gaze which made my breath uneven, my blood boiling with the presence of pleasure slowly crawling in my system.

The time was shown on the old wall clock that caught my eye. It had been two hours since midnight.

I slept for four freaking hours-for hours, I've snored in these clothes, in this look, and without dinner.

And with Tyler probably staring at me while I sleep, probably making my sweat run cold. After eating both boxes of pizzas, which the other flavor is still a mystery to me, I no longer felt sleepy. Tyler said nothing the entire time I gorged myself and gobbled the food resting on the center table just before the television on the wall.

"Where are you going?" I asked when he stood up from his chair, drifting away from my line of sight. He nodded to the terrace and to the French doors, pushing aside the white printed curtains.

His stance became firmer, hands solely in his pockets. I looked to see where his eyes were darting. He was staring outside.

Goddess, even his back looks so freaking handsome. So orgasmic and fuck-able. Gulping,

I looked away and cleaned the mess that flashed across my face.

whistle.

As I was cleaning the table where bread crumbs and boxes are scattered, I heard him

"There will be an eclipse," Tyler mentioned. I just nodded and fixed the white long dress that I just changed into. Walking towards him, he turned around and met his eyes blazing in fire.

sleep."

He was checking my body out, stubble twitching. "Are you done?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Good," he jerked his chin to the bed, to our bed. "Let's go to sleep."

I narrowed my eyes at his statement.

He was about to climb to the bed when I suddenly caught his wrist, stopping him. "I can't

"I will make you."

  "I told you," I snarled, teeth flashing. "I can't."

  "You will, Elaine." There was a hint of finalization of his voice, a subtle command I should not disobey.

  "Tyler..." I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes right now. "I...”

"What?"

  "I want to..." I trailed off, swallowing; asking myself if I should really utter this. "What is it?" he stood again, crossing his arms on his muscular chest. "Speak."

"I want to get fucked." There, I said it without blinking, only bile rising up to my throat. I

was on the verge of puking but I willed it to stop the moment it began.

Looking back, we haven't really had a honeymoon since the past few nights. And it wasn't a great thought to ponder.

never.

  And me saying those words of plea, those words of suggestion...better late than

He insulted me with a snort. Where has my fluffy Tyler gone to? I can't always do this- initiating things, reminding him what we have built this relationship in the first place: love and affection and sex. A lot of sex.

And now... I want passion. Fiery, burning passion.

And the moment I saw it tonight in his eyes, the moment those blue eyes rekindled into blazing flames...I knew he wanted to do it with me, too.

; Or maybe I was just assuming too much?

"No, scratch that," I whispered, bringing a hand on my belly where his heir is already inside me. My cheeks stained red with embarrassment that I am dying to run away and lock myself in the bathroom for this wholly awkwardness.

"I want you to make love to me." My eyes sparkled when we shared a look—that look that only yearning husband and wife would share. He swallowed a lump on his throat and marched at me, the footsteps of someone going to be laid. He grabbed my wrist in a manner he had been doing for the past days and softly turned my shoulders back.

I felt like something cold and metallic was placed on my nape. Astonished, I felt Tyler's cold-ice palm cradling my head before his other hand reached for the pendant hanging around my neck.

"W-What..." I tried to jerk my body away from his grip. "Why are you..."

Then my mouth dropped open in shock as his hand slowly slid down from the necklace, lightly touching the skin above the low cut of my neckline.

  I close my eyes, knowing he can easily rip off my white dress that costs almost five thousand dollars.

My breath came out in a trembling gasp, my blood pumping immensely as I pushed his arm away from me. But Tyler Jane Moonstorm didn't budge, not even a blink from that poker face.

And when he got a close distance from my ears, his hot breath warmed my sweating skin. "I thought you want to get fucked?" Gently biting my tender skin, he grinned.

A moment of thought and I ended up shaking my head side to side and said, "Uhmm...I don't know about that."

  'Oh Stella!' I blurted in my mind. I've been waiting for this moment and yet... I was contemplating and having a second thought?!

'Enjoy it while it lasts...' There she is again. Eliane_

He interrupted me in the middle of my thoughts with a chuckle. His dark amusement made my stomach churned. "You're not going to give up now, babe."

  Where are his Shakespearean nicknames towards me and why the hell is he now using more modern monikers?

And even before I knew it, Tyler's lips slammed into mine. The passionate kiss was full of biting and possessiveness, our tongues merry in their own dance. My grip tightened on his biceps; my slender fingers clawing into his ferocious material as I began to lose myself in the flaming kiss.

This was not the first time we shared a kiss. But no matter how many times I kissed Tyler and he kissed me...it was always like my first time, sending memories deep within the dark soul living in my heart-Eliane.

And making her jealous.

And the thought of her made me flinch. Followed by the worries of Hearteaters' presence here, the image of Rowena being torn apart by them like how a murder of crow do to a mere

scarecrow...

'Stop it!' A voice not mine entered in my stream of thoughts. 'Enjoy what you have

today.'

Does she mean of Tyler? Or me being still alive?

Probably both.

Tyler saw my pale face as if it was the face of Wednesday Addams. White as snow, and

half-dead.

    "Are you alright?" he asked.

  I swallowed, shoving that thought into the abyss within me. "Yes."

A trail of kisses followed Tyler as he proceeded from my lips and to my jaw, then down

my neck. He suckled on my softer skin, then returned to my mouth, where our tongues immediately began to fight for control.

Tyler whispered, hands darting to where my breasts are jerking. "I've been thinking about this all day." My husband touched me in every erotic part between kisses, so did I.

His cock now hard as steel in my hands. "And every time you looked away from me at another guy, I could hardly keep from mentally branding you as mine."

What is he talking about? I completely ignored the salesman at the Santorini stall we stopped at before going straight to our room.

To my ears, Tyler's snarl was a wild howl. I suppressed a groan when I felt the rumbles of vibrations at his chest.

By this time, I was positive that my heart was pounding so furiously against my chest that it might actually explode and find a haven between his thighs. His rough hands reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, drawing me even closer to him if that were even possible.

As I exhaled a series hot breath in gasps, Tyler snarled, "Fuck." I gripped to his shoulder, pushing my fingers harder. To no avail, I fought desperately, forcing myself further into his chest. There was a new chill up my spine, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or passion as my eyes reached the horizon from the open French doors, where the black sky bleeds in various shades of red.

But one thing's for sure as I returned my forest-green eyes to the blue eyes of Tyler, my husband will be finally making love with me on this eclipse night.