Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's POV

"Have you had enough?"

She glanced up to me, mouth twitching to a faint smile. "No, thank you. My pussycat is

still badly aching."

I laughed way hard; so hard that it bounced off at every leaf and flower living and

growing in this garden.

"Elaine Winona Rutherford, the soon to be Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm, I am talking about

the breakfast at The Gazebo."

Realization struck her like a lightning crashing a tree. "Oh..."

Her expressions made me giggle even more, to the point that even Remus himself is

cackling like a quacking duckling,

"Oh!" She scratched her head. "I thought you wanted to jackhammer me in this garden." "Fuck!" My cheeks turned red. She's not lying though. "Okay, stop it."

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"I was not talking to you." And I burst out laughing again, turning my back from her so

that she will not be embarrassed that she is the cause of me and Remus' giggles.

I sucked a breath, so that I will not end up sucking her tits. The dress Rowena chose for her is so sexually appealing that even Karlo, the most loyal wolf in the table, could not hide the redness of his cheeks upon seeing my Elaine closer for the first time in forever.

My Elaine. Yes, she is my possession and my treasure. My equal, my wife. My mate. My. Mate.

Yes, she is. I claimed her. I marked her. I owned her, as much as she owned the entirety of me-my face, my mind, my heart, my dick, my soul.

Contrary to the English wolves where they recognize their mate by the first sight, the werewolves of Stella's Soul recognize our mates by our first sex.noveldrama

Yes. The first time. Our first time. The very first time our bodies became one wherever we laid ourselves naked. Body inside a body, igniting the fire within, shattering stars into thousand pieces that eventually made the chain that binds us. That bound us--to one another, blood to blood and soul to soul.

Since last year, I already knew it would be her. Since last year, I have known that she is the woman I need in my life. The woman I want in my life. Making love is a thing that every wolf must value. Not having sex. Not fucking each other. It is making love; for love should be the center when a man and a woman become one.

For when there is love, there is desire. And when there is desire, the fire in each other's hearts is alight. As bright as the sun shining down the world.

A fire that will forever burn.

    "Tyler?"

I woke up from my daze, returning my gaze to her angelic face. It's angelic for me no matter how people define an angel and what an angel looks like. She is my angel, my little snow flower. My Elaine.

I don't know why I am feeling like this towards her today. Now I suspect that either Jason or Karlo have spiked my drink with an aphrodisiac.

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'Chocolate and strawberries are an aphrodisiac, you fool!' Remus exclaimed.

Oh. That's why. That's why my pancake is chocolate. My drink is chocolate. The only fruit that Jason is passing to me are berries, particularly strawberries. And the tea that Karlo gave me is strawberry lemon.

Fuck yeah.

"You seem to be in deep thoughts, Lord Tyler." Fuck, she said it perfectly this time. With her bit of sway and darkening of her voice, she sounds more like a Mafia Queen cornering her henchman.

Breathing in her rose and vanilla scent, which I can't distinguish if it's from her perfume or fabric conditioner or from her shampoo, a smile crept from the shadows and into my face.   'You look like sick,' Remus whispered to which I just set aside.

I reached for her hand and kissed it, the sapphire ring glittering in my eyes. "I am thinking about you, the woman I will soon be calling my wife. The woman who will soon bear my children."

"Bride of the Stormbringer. It's not so bad though," she shrugged her shoulders, inclining her head against my neck as we sat under a tree, the leaves wet.

"You should get used to it" I whispered. "Lady Elaine..."

  "Why are we addressing each other as if we are in the regency era again?" "Because you are my lady. And I am your man." I kissed her rosy cheeks, the wind singing softly, rustling the leaves of the wet tree that eventually made us leap away under its shade. Elaine laughed, so did I. "You basically have nothing else to say to the point that you are now quoting from one of Celine Dion's songs."

I gave her a Cheshire cat grin. "Am I? Phew, my bad!"

"You really love sarcasm, eh?"

I gave her a bow that reached my waist. "Sarcasm is my middle name."

Elaine Winona Rutherford burst out chortling again, her face brighter than the light of

day. "Your middle name is Jane, Lord Tyler Jane Moonstorm."

    "Fine, you win."

"I always win," she purred, a cat's voice.

  "But it doesn't mean you cannot lose." I nudged her arm before running for a few meters from where she's still standing.

; "Last one to reach the car will sleep on the floor tonight!" I challenged.

I heard her chuckling and the sound of her footsteps quickening behind me. I continued

to sprint towards the Porsche Ferrera, suddenly remembering that I actually left my shoes in The Gazebo.

"Fine, I will sleep on the floor tonight."