I read that needing to pee during sex might enhance the pleasure, but I am not sure if… Oh. My. Goddess. It does work!

Cain gets me panting and moaning in no time with his skillful tongue and lips. I slip my hand under the covers and tangle my fingers in his hair, keeping him in place, not caring who he is, just wanting him right there between my legs. He chuckles, and that rumbling is arousing me even more.

He grabs my hips firmly, and rolls over so I’m sitting on his face. He pushes his tongue into me and looks up, straight into my eyes. I could melt under his confident, sexy gaze right now.

“I want you to ride me,” he says, his warm breath sweeping over my pussy.

I find myself nodding sheepishly, and I try to lift my ass, but he holds me down and sucks my clit until my legs visibly shudder. I can barely keep myself up.

“Cain,” I murmur pleadingly.

He lets me go and slides up under me, then positions me over his groin. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his intimidating erection. He pulls me down, impaling me on his dick before I can second-guess myself.

I gasp. I feel so full I need to remember how to breathe first. He smirks at me knowingly, which only makes me more wet. I put my hands on his chest to steady myself, and start rocking my hips in painfully slow movements that seem to drive him crazy. His eyes are closed, his breath shortened, and I don’t think he’s in control of his fingers that are digging into my hips.

I don’t know if it’s his low moans or the friction I get from rubbing myself on him while he pushes his dick up, but I quickly start losing control over my body—shaking from the most intense orgasm while he forcefully holds me in place .

When the wave of this incredible pleasure finally subdues, I collapse on him, out of breath. I’m suddenly yanked up and put on all fours in the middle of the bed. He stands up, and my thighs are pushed wider by his knee. I brace myself on my elbows, and he thrusts inside me from behind.

I scream while he takes me hard and fast until I’m no longer sure what is even going on with my body.

Just pure pulsating pleasure.

“You are so tight and warm, Ash,” he says and caresses my back until his hand stops on my neck and pushes me down so only my ass is up in the air.

“Fuck, you are so—” He growls and stills, but I never get to know what I am because he slips out of me, and I feel the warm liquid spilling on my ass and back.

He finished on me.

Honestly, I’m not sure what to think about it. I guess I should be glad he didn’t cum inside me when we didn’t use any anticonception. Again.

Why didn’t I even think about it before? Is that the mate bond making me so stupid? No, no, I have a right to not plan for this… I’ve never thought that would be my problem after finding my true mate. I wanted to have kids…

I pull myself up a little bit on my elbows, and he falls on his back near me with a sexy half-smile—his hand reaching between my legs to skim his fingers on my oversensitive throbbing clit. I don’t move more as I feel his warm cum dripping all over my body. I feel stuck in place. I look under me and see whitish trickles on me and some on the bed, too.

“If you are not a fan, just tell me, and I can finish in your mouth next time,” he says amused, so I glare at him.

He bites his lower lip, probably wanting to hold in his laughter.

“No, it’s… it’s fine,” I say slowly, still stuck on all fours. “It’s even… hot. At that moment. Not right now. Cain, what am I supposed to do now?! You don’t even have a shower!”

He bursts into laughter but gets up and grabs a towel .

I’m pouting while he wipes me dry, but finally, I give in to his joyful humor and crack a smile.

“Okay, go pee,” he says with a smack on my ass, “I’ll ask for a new bath, okay?”

I nod and go pee, finally.

Oh, what a relief.

When I’m done, Cain is standing in his joggers just outside the door—waiting for me with a robe. I pull it on quickly and wait until the servants fill the bathtub with new water.

“We can drive after lunch.”

“Where?” I ask, confused, looking at my husband.

Date? No, he said yesterday that we have to postpone it.

“To your brother’s. I don’t know when his birthday is, but apparently, the whole thing will last a few days and he expects us today.”

That does sound like him! My eyes widened in excitement. I already knew we were invited, and according to my makeshift period calendar, Greg’s birthday should be on Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I didn’t want to hope we’d go there so soon and for more than a few hours!

Servants leave our bedroom, and I go to the bathtub with a squeak.

Cain follows me. I’m about to protest his cleaning fetish, when he just throws me a washcloth and goes to his wardrobe.

“We need to pack lightly, we’ll go on a bike,” he says, taking out some weird duffel bag.

“Okay, no problem,” I’m not going to complain when he’s about to take me to my family, my land, my kingdom.

I scrub myself clean pretty quickly and put on a robe again. Excited to pack.

“Do you want to go for a run?” Cain asks, putting something dark and big in the duffel bag .

I’ve not let my wolf out in ages, I would love to run.

“With you?” I squint my eyes at him.

“Mm-hmm.” He leaves the bag in the middle of the bed and comes to my side.

“No, thank you,” I answer while he’s pulling me to his chest and kissing my head.

He chuckles, probably realizing why I refused.

“You can chase me this time,” he proposes, looking at me with a glint in his eye.

I think about his ridiculous proposition. Never in my life have I heard any Alpha inviting anyone to challenge them.

“You are an Alpha, you cannot… oh. You are sure there is no way I will be able to catch you, got it.”

“So, will you go with me?” He leans down and kisses me on the lips. I can’t exactly answer when he’s devouring my mouth like that, so I just nod.

I run through the forest as fast as my alpha-blooded werewolf form can go—my paws barely touching the ground, fur sticking back to my body, and nose low; because smell is the only thing I can count on at this point.

Cain is long gone, not giving me any real chance of catching him. He’s good. Too good. But I can still try to track him down, hunt him.

Suddenly, I catch the very subtle lemon scent as he stops in place, or maybe… I catch another werewolf scent, or… dirty dog, maybe. And blood. Lots and lots of blood.

I speed up, already at the limit of my abilities, but I don’t care if I outdo myself. I need to find Cain quickly, something in this forest is not right and I’m not too proud to acknowledge that—usually it’s better to not play the lonely hero .

I finally run out at the clearing, like the one where Cain pinned me down a week ago. He’s there, standing with his teeth bared and blood dripping from his canines.

There is a dead wolf at his paws, lying down like a chewed rug.

‘ Unwanted, ’ Cain mind-links me for the first time ever; his sexy, deep voice rings inside my head so we can talk even in wolf forms. It hurts a little, but only for a moment.

‘ You mean the new kind of rogues? What was he doing down here? ’

‘ Don’t know, don’t care .’ He’s sniffing around.

‘ Why did you kill him? Wouldn’t it be smarter to question him first? ’

‘ It would if I was alone in the woods…’

‘ Why? ’ It sounds stupid, he’s a prince and needs to be safe… ‘ Oh, oh. Are you afraid for my safety? You know I’m a general, right ?’

Cain shifts into a human again, and I follow suit.

“Don’t generals just sit back and command?” he asks with arms crossed and blood dripping from his chin.

I try not to flinch. I used to have nightmares about this legendary, blood-covered, ruthless Rogue Prince—long before I met him and could put a face to the person.

“Even if that was true, to become a general, I had to be an officer first—and as a vagina owner, I had to work for it twice as hard.”

“But you are also a King’s daughter—” he says, crouching with a tilted head in front of his victim.

“Tell that to my cousin Matt, whose dad was the previous general and underestimated me because I’m just a princess. Oh, sorry, you can’t. I cut out his tongue.”

“Really?” He turns to me with an impressed expression.

Of course, he is impressed by dismemberment. But to be truthful to myself, I hate that I did that.

“They made us fight for the position, and he had too much to say about fighting little girls,” I shrug my shoulders, trying not to dwell on this oppressed memory, and concentrate on Cain’s movements instead.

He’s acting strange. All the head tilting, naked crouching, fingers touching the forest floor… he starts murmuring something, but despite total silence and my werewolf super hearing, I can’t tell what he’s saying.

“Ah!” I scream at the sudden rustle of trees and wings, when all the birds in the forest fly up.

“What the fuck, you are a werewolf,” he hisses with a facepalm.

All admiration is gone, I guess.

“Sorry, I got scared of your witchy bird summoning!” I hiss back. “What even was that?!”

“Nothing, let’s shift again and go back.”

I look at him doubtfully, but he’s adamant. So I give in, shift, and run back with his giant black wolf by my side.

At the edge of the forest, where we left our clothing, we shift to our human forms again.

“Can you finish packing us? I mean, you have to, if you still want to go today—” he explains, while pulling his joggers up his thighs.

“Of course.” I’m tying my robe. “Go and do whatever you have to. The safety of the pack is more important. I’ll finish the packing.”

He looks at me with raised brows, and it takes me a few moments to realize I still have to address him properly when we are outside our room.

It’s a miracle he started letting me address him normally, at least in the bedroom.

“Your Highness,” I bow and turn to enter the castle, but he catches my hand and pulls me to him .

“You forgot something else, too,” he says, leaning down.

I stand on my tiptoes and give him a long, sultry kiss.

Cain mind-linked me ten minutes ago, to come with our bag to the courtyard in five minutes. I run out, still fighting with the zipper on my leather jacket, and our eyes lock.

He’s nonchalantly leaning on a cool, old-school-looking motorbike. Dark rip-out jeans, black muscle-hugging t-shirt, unlaced combat boots. His beard is trimmed short, and black hair falls over his forehead. I can see the sides of his head are freshly shaved, and I want to touch it and rake my fingers through the top…

I throw the duffle bag at his feet and fix my jacket. I’m wearing matching leather pants and my favorite boots.

“You are late,” he runs his left hand through his hair the same way I want to do it—showing the muscles of his arms—and lifts his left hand to put the half-burned cigarette to his lips.

“You are smoking?” I ask, disgusted by the fact that he looks smoking hot—even when he is smoking.

Ugh, stupid mate bond is ruining me!

He looks like he’s surprised I don’t know that.

Shit! Does the lemon scent cover the cigarette scent on him, only for me?

“Do you know how to get there, or do you need my directions after we cross the border?” I change the subject, hopefully smoothly.

“We’ll see.” He takes another puff and puts the cigarette out. I can’t stop gawking at him and realize it’s not the mate bond. He is just that hot.

He puts a helmet on me and then does it for himself.

I guess even the most invincible werewolves can’t heal smashed brains.

He sits on his motorbike, grabs the handles, and waits for me. I hesitate because I’ve never ridden one before, but also… I am so fucking excited! I sit behind him, my thighs hug his hips, and I wrap my arms tightly around his waist—savoring the feel of his hard abs.

I wish we would drive in a car, though. At least I could grill him about the Unwanted wolf he killed in the forest today. The fact that he was so far away from their no-land and so close to the castle is unnerving. Plus, there are enough of them to have a name. It’s not good.