God he was beautiful, at least in this light. He helped me to my feet, but it was weird, every place he touched, tingles went up and down spine in a very smoothing, sexual way. Damn, has to be that wine, wine and me... well let just say we aren't the best of friends, not when it comes to men. The reason I don't do much, like go out or make my way to parties is because I can't casually drink. My version of 'casually' drinking is getting way too drunk and making myself all hot and heavy. Yep, wine affects me straight to the groin; and him holding me, touching, and actually sending shock waves up my body, is effecting every place it shouldn't be. To make it worse, I added shots ontop of that. I must be extremely drunk. 'Kara, damn it, what did you do?!'
After he had made sure I was steady, I stepped back and it hit me. The most delicious, intoxicating smell of straight pine and hickory hit me, making me fall back onto my heels. What the hell? He never made eye contact with me. He simply grabbed my hand and walked me away from the bar. Without look at me he spoke,
"No more drinking, I don't need you looking like a slob infront of all these people." His words weren't cold, but they were strict. I tried to see his face, being that we were standing in a much more lighted space, but it was still too hard. Stretching up, continuing my motions only instincts, I graze my fingers over is face, and the atmosphere immediately lightened. He groaned and glided me to one of the hallway's walls. My back is pressed firmly to the hard oak wall and the man made his way to my neck. He kissed me hard and traveled his lips up and down in beautiful bliss; I bit my lip trying not to concentrate on his actions or his delicious smell, also trying not to moan, as well. God, nothing has ever felt this good.
He's traveling up my neck to my jawline, as my hand graciously find their way to his soft hair and tangle themselves in them. His groans got louder as he finally found my lips. Yes! He kissed me. Without having enough he deeper the kiss, licking my lower lip. As a moan finally leaves my mouth he slides his tongue in and I couldn't help but moan once more. Damn.
Releasing me for air, his forehead balances on my own and he finally stares down at me. I am engulfed in gray pools rimmed in the most luscious green. And then everything hits me. He's my mate.
This sexy man is mine. My mind begins to transform and my body begins to shake. Uh-oh, my wolf is setting herself into my body. Everything seemed more astonishing. The sound was better in the room, I could pick up conversation from across the dance floor. I could smell the cloud of the man standing in front of me, more intently. I could since his anger before he yelled it.
"FUCK!!" his voice was loud and distressed, he stepped away from, pushing me off the wall,
"The council is gunna be pissed. How am I suppose to know if you are fit to rule when I know nothing of you. This was not the plan. Fuck!"
"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt you little rampage, but you kissed me, you grabbed me and I don't know what the fuck you are talking about, "fit to rule" are you crazy. Go fuck yourself, some mate attachment we have." I began to walk away fumming, who does he think he is, talking to me like that. Especially after that kiss. Asshole. Before I could get any further, he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him, making me collide into his huge chest.
"First off, you don't talk to me that way and second we do have a stupid fucking bound and it's stronger than I thought." His voice was husky as he touched my skin. He leaned in to kiss me and with all I had I pushed him off, he insulted me and now he wants to kiss, what the fuck is wrong with this guy.
"Get off of me. You're crazy, just reject me already, I'm obviously not what we are looking for." His eyes met mine once again and this time there was no gray in sight. The dark green color consumed me body and soul and I'm sure I melted.
Giving in, again.
"What did I tell you about talking to me like that?" He reached for me but this time his whole body was trapping me against the wall. Lifting his hand he placed a stran of me hair behind my ear and traced me face with the tips of his fingers. I cursed myself for the moan that escaped my lips.
"You're very responsive; I sure hope you stay after you find out the truth." And with a quick peck on the lips he was off of me. Looking at me once more, his eyes were their gray again,
"I'll gather you at the end of the night Kara, no more drinking."
And then he was gone, in a flash.
Just like that.
Who was this man and why was he so frustrating. I couldn't even argue with him. He was gone too fast. So, instead of listening to his orders, I paced back to the bar and order another wine. Screw him, he's not king of me.
The party was still popping and I was feeling the wine all over again, my empty glass covered all of the bar in front of me.
"I don't think I'll be able to walk." I giggled to myself. I felt a strong tingling feeling on my side and I turned to face it. There he was fumming as usual.
"Didn't I tell you not to drink anymore?" The question was more of a statement and he was more pissed off than anything.
"Damn it, Kara, you probably can't even walk!"
"Shhhh," I slurred, "lower your voice, people will hear how crazy your sounding!" He rapped his arm around my waste and lifted me bridal style, moving us thought the crowd. Every single person we passed made a bowing gesture with their heads.
What the...?
We made our way through the crowd and through the big heavy doors.
"Your highness and madam, your car is this way." Your highness.. what's going on. The man gestured to a long black limo. Another man, similar looking, opened the door to the black limo.
"My prince, there is water and ice in the mini as you requested." With a smile we slid into the car. And the door slammed.
"So, now you know." He spoke in 'matter the of fact' tone, cocky asshole. He's the prince, like the royal family prince.
"Your the king's son?" He chuckled.
"Yes Kara, I'm a royal." Oh. My. God. My mate is the hybrid prince of the royal family.
I never thought I'd be MEETING HIM.
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Random"I want you. I want you to be only mine. I choose you. I choose to taste you, where no one else is allowed to taste you; you are here to serve me, understand, Kara?" his words were cold as ice but the sex drive in the room drove through my spine, me...