A Royal Heartbreak (24 page)

Domenico’s jaw dropped. “Misty…”

For some reason that made her cry harder.

His sisters banged at the door. “What did you do to her?” He recognized Emilia’s voice and knew that it would only be a matter of moments before his infinitely curious sister would come barging in, and he did not want that. In a blink, he had triple locked the door, hissed ‘Stay away’ to his nosey siblings, and was back at Misty’s side, hauling her in his arms so she could sob at his chest.

She pulled away. “I’m going to ruin your shirt.”

“No problem.” Using his Lyccan speed once more, he had both of them stripped out of their clothes in seconds.

Misty shrieked in surprise, taken aback to find herself naked in front an equally naked Domenico.

He opened his arms.

She rushed to him without a word, and she twirled her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss just as his own arms closed around her like a steely embrace that she never wanted to be free from.

Domenico kissed her hungrily, his cock instantly springing up attention at being this close to Misty. Hell, who was he fucking kidding? He only had to think of Misty and he was instantly hard. His breathing was ragged as he asked, “What’s wrong, Misty? Tell me and I will take care of it for you.” He couldn’t help kissing her again after that, letting his lips trail down slowly so he could savor the softness of her skin.

It was impossible to think with Domenico this close and kissing her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Misty’s head fell back, and she stretched her neck further back so he would have more access. She moaned softly as he nipped her collar bone before his lips moved up and began to---

“No!” Misty beat his chest weakly, torn between desire and embarrassment, knowing that this kind of kiss would be for everyone to see.

But Domenico only chuckled just before he renewed his kiss, sucking the tender skin of her neck harder until he was sure he had marked her as
his.

When he pulled away, Misty opened her mouth to get angry. But then she saw the boyish grin on Domenico’s face and her anger died. How could she get mad when he looked like that? For so long he had not found a reason to smile, and if something this small could make him smile like that, well --- Misty would let Domenico cover her entire body with hickeys if so.

His eyes laughed at her. “Really?”

Misty gasped. “I knew it! You can really read my mind, can’t you? You’ve always had that power and---oomph!” Domenico had kissed her to silence, his tongue pushing inside her mouth, and she lost her train of thought once more.

When Domenico pulled away, he said huskily, “I don’t need such powers to know how your mind works.”

She made a face. “That would make us a boring couple if I’ll never be able to surprise you.”

Domenico grimaced. “Oh, you can still surprise me.” He played with the curls of her hair. “How the fuck you managed to convince me to make those Caro boys groomsmen in our wedding is still a fucking mystery. Did I really say fucking agree to it?”

She giggled, which was exactly what he had hoped for. “Yes, you did.”

This – right here and now – with Misty standing beautiful and naked before him, a smile lighting her face – this was what Domenico wanted to see every day of his life, and it was what he would devote his entire life to ensuring. Every time he looked at Misty, his heart would feel like it was close to exploding with the sheer joy her presence in his life gave him.

Did she fucking know how much she meant to him?

Domenico doubted it, but that didn’t matter because he would prove it to her every second of their lives. “Misty.” When she looked up, there was still a shadow in her eyes that made his chest tighten. “You’re giving me a heart attack when you look like that.”

She looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The last time you had that look in your eyes---” Domenico struggled to control the sudden rise of fears inside him. He exhaled sharply. “You
cut ties.
”

Her eyes welled up. “I’ll never ever leave you again,” she blubbered past her tears. “I promised you, didn’t I?”

“It doesn’t stop me from worrying,” he muttered against her hair, inhaling her scent and using it to calm himself.

“I don’t stop worrying, too,” she whispered.

Domenico closed his eyes, willing his mind to work. He was the fucking heir apparent of the Moretti pack, and if he couldn’t ease his wife-to-be’s concerns then he wasn’t worthy of leading any goddamn pack.

The concentrated look on Domenico’s handsome face was familiar. She had seen it enough to know that he was thinking, and she also knew that in a space of a few seconds---

His eyes opened, and this time they were gleaming.

---he would know the answer because he was after all Domenico Moretti. He was the most cunning man she had ever known, and though he had promised he wouldn’t manipulate anyone or anything anymore, Misty knew that it was impossible. He was so fiercely protective of those he loved that he would lie about the sky being pink if he thought it would keep them safe.

And in truth, she wouldn’t have him be anything different.

This was the man she had fallen in love with, flaws and all, and she loved him especially for it.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice choking at the end. “I really, really love you. So much that I just can’t breathe thinking about it.”

“I feel the same way, which is why we shouldn’t delay this any longer.”

“Delay what?” She frowned up at him.

Domenico swallowed. “Misty, will you do me the honor of being my one and only mate? I swear to protect you, cherish you, and love you in all the days of my life.”

She swallowed convulsively, unable to believe he was doing this now. “But our wedding’s just two hours away!”

His shrug was typical Domenico Moretti, arrogant and sexy as hell. “It is our wedding. They can fucking wait if they have to.” He took her hand. “Once we are mated, these doubts will disappear. You will not be able to live without me, and I without you.” His hand was slightly shaking as he held her face. “So what will it be, Misty?”

She choked out, “Yes.”

 In another blink, he had her on the bed, and the scent of arousal immediately sweetened the air. Outside, the triplets groaned simultaneously, their Lyccan senses alerting them to what was happening.

Emilia banged at the door. “You’re not freaking serious, are you, Domenico?”

Esmeralda shrieked, “Can’t you control your lust for just a few hours?”

 Kelly asked loudly, “What’s hap---oh.” She burst into laughter before asking loudly, “Really, Misty?”

She would have blushed if she could, but right now she was too busy thrashing wildly on the bed, too deep in the throes of pleasures to think of anything except for Domenico.

Domenico pushed her legs wide apart and she moaned, just the heated touch of his hands on her skin already driving her to the brink of ecstasy. “What’s happening? I can’t…I want you so much!” she moaned.

“This is what how we mate.” He bent his head and licked her sex, and Misty almost flew out of the bed at the sinfully delicious feel of his tongue on her flesh.

She moaned his name, her head lolling from one side to another. Her body felt like it was literally on fire, and Misty couldn’t remember desiring Domenico this much.

“I’ll kill you for this, Domenico,” Estrella growled from outside. “After all the preparations---” The outer door of Misty’s hotel suite slammed shut with a loud bang.

“Please,” she gasped, needing something she couldn’t quite name even as she lifted her hips up to meet the exquisite thrusts of Domenico’s tongue. “Oh, God, Domenico,
please.
”

And then he was pounding into her, and she screamed, her nails raking his back. He pushed her legs wide open, bringing them up and holding them by the ankle so that he could pound into her harder, his hips moving fast and furious, his face clenched hard with desire.

She screamed and screamed, unable to keep silent as her desire rose to a feverish peak. “Domenico…”

“Yes,” he rasped, turning slightly to lay a gentle kiss on her sole. And then he rocked back into her, so hard that the bed began to rock with them, the steel headboard banging loudly against the wall.

“Ready, my love?” Before she could even figure out how to answer, dazed with pleasure, Domenico had pushed her legs wider and further back before sinking his cock so deeply into her that it was knocking against the walls of her womb.

Desire imploded within her body, and she gasped just as Domenico growled her name, his cock pumping out his seed until she felt she was drowning in his warm essence. When she opened her eyes, she almost swore there were stars circling around her head.

“Domenico?” Her eyes widened when she felt him hardening inside her. No. That wasn’t possible. He had just --- she gasped when Domenico started to move again, and even more impossibly her body was reacting, her breasts feeling fuller and extra sensitive. Misty cried out when Domenico cupped her breasts, kneading it gently before bending down to nuzzle them. When he took one nipple into his mouth, his cock twitched inside her and Misty’s body jerked at the sharp zing of pleasure his twitching cock created inside her.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered even as she locked her legs around his waist and moved up to meet his thrust.

“Mating is a process, sweetheart.” He grinned down at her.
Wolfishly.
It was the only word for it, and she suddenly felt like she was about to be devoured.

“More to the point, it’s like being animals in heat, and to complete the process we would need to fuck each other’s brains out until the pheromones my body released are absorbed by yours, thus cementing our bond.”

As if to prove his words, he tweaked her nipple, and she jerked up, so sensitive that Misty was afraid she was going to come if he touched her nipple another time.

“H-how long?”

He drove in and out of her in a steady pace, torturing her with his leisurely strokes when he knew she wanted him slamming into her again and again. “How long is what?”

“Domenico!”

“Say it,” he urged her huskily.

She whispered awkwardly, “How long…how long do we h-have to fuck each other’s brains out?”

Another wolfish grin slashed his lips. “About ten hours.”

“WHAT?” But she couldn’t say anything else, moaning instead because Domenico had finally taking it easy and his cock was again slamming into her, again and again, making her sex ache in the most pleasurable ways.

“Ten fucking hours Misty.” He bit her ear, and her eyes rolled back when his tongue swirled inside her ear. Her body became tense, feeling another orgasm about to come but instead Domenico pulled his cock out and she groaned in protest.

He flipped her around. “This way you’ll come harder.” And then he was thrusting into her from behind, one hand going under her body so he could start playing with her clit at the same time.

Oh.

Domenico was pounding into her more furiously, the erotic sound of the slap of his balls against her sex making her moan. She did her best to shake the pleasure-induced haze from her mind but couldn’t. All she was able to do was moan, urging him to go faster and faster.

Domenico leaned forward, pushing her down until her breasts were squashed against the pillows while her ass was up in the air. Domenico didn’t miss a beat, fucking her so beautifully and so roughly it made her see stars.

“This time you do not need to say we are truly mated, Misty. This time they will know.”

“H-how?” She twisted her head around to look at him as she asked the question.

His grin was unrepentant. “They’re Lyccans, remember? They should have smelled us mating by now.”

Her eyes snapped open when the import of his words sunk in. “DOMENICO!”  

He cocked his head to the side. “Oh. Don’t worry, Misty. I can hear our guests having fun. I think they just heard you scream my name.”

She moaned. “Domenico!”

“Sssh, sweetheart, be a good girl and let me fuck your brains out again.”

~~~

Far underneath the roads of the city, in the deepest recesses of dungeons long forgotten by humans, naked women writhed on the ground, uncaring of the dirt that clung to their skins and the wounds that the rough uneven surface wrought on their flesh.

One woman was named Rafaella, the other woman was Ivory, and there were so many others. Only one word emerged from their mouths, and they moaned it over and over.

Master.

A man hidden in the shadows purred, “We will do better next time, won’t we, my lovelies?” He smiled with vicious pleasure at the gagged woman cowering in front him, the one that had to be punished for failing him one last time.

Yes, Master.

He looked at the woman who was about to satisfy his greatest appetite. “Nanette, Nanette,” he crooned, “I gave you so many chances and yet you failed. You let greed get the better of you.”

Nanette Wall desperately shook her head, her eyes bulging with fear.