*Abi POV*
Something weird that I can’t explain is happening inside me ever since I spent a night in Omario’s chambers. I watch him and Terrence head towards the woods with envy. Oh how I long to have my wolf. I am however, more hopeful today than before that it will happen. I am told that sharp senses are wolf features. Omario was too far when he spoke earlier, yet I heard his every word. This has never happened to me before. I head to our quarters to ask Telly about it. She is the oldest amongst us and past the retirement age. While others leave the castle when they reach that phase, she chose to remain. She finds pleasure in strengthening and encouraging us. Her always kind and wise words really keep us going. I knock at her door and walk in. Unfortunately, just like most days, the girls are all here. I bet they came to tell her all about what just happened with Terrence. I guess my question will have to wait.
“Come sit down my dear.”
Telly’s voice is always so gentle. I always feel like pouring my heart out when I am with her.
“Abi. Are you okay?”
Teresa asks. She’s one of the servants who are my age group. She is genuinely kind and will go out of her way to help but too nosy for my liking.
“We heard that you almost lost your arm,” another fellow servant asks.
“Is it true that the prince killed Sylvester and Kane for you?”
“He really gave you his shirt?”
I can’t keep up on who is asking what anymore but they are all looking at me with so much envy.
“My clothes were torn into pieces by Alpha Theo and his friends when they were hunting me. That’s why the prince lent me his shirt,” I explain.
“And the fancy dress you were wearing earlier?”
“He got the royal designer to make it for me.”
They all light up at this, I guess it sounds romantic to them but he was just being nice to me.
“He really likes you.”
I shake my head. I really don’t want to give them a wrong impression. News travel too fast around here and Omario is engaged to be married to Olivia. The last thing I need is causing unnecessary problems in his relationship when he is just helping me out.
“You two were even holding hands earlier.”
“We were not holding hands, I was just showing him where Terrence was.” It’s the truth, I did not even realise that I was holding his hand until he shifted into Titan.
“And he charged towards that evil Blake.”
Whew! At least we can now discuss that not what they think is happening between me and Omario.
“I wish he killed him,” Teresa says and they all nod their heads while I look down. They would be really upset if they discover that I was the reason he didn’t.
“I would have thought that you would be in pain after last night but look so comfortable.”
I blush as we go back to what they think happened between me and Omario the night before.
“Oh dear! You are glowing, that good?”
“Telly!” I exclaim, my cheeks already burning.
“The prince is quiet charming my dear. No need to be ashamed.”
“Did you bleed? Was he gentle?”
“Come on, Abi. Let us hear a good first time story for once,”
“I….” I hesitate. I have no idea how to answer this.
“Yes?”they all say in unison.
Everyone’s eyes is now on me and I still have no idea what to say without exposing that nothing really happened between Omario and I. Well, nothing to that extent anyway. I am not very good at lying. If I tell them that I bled, how much blood was it? Should I still be bleeding?
The door suddenly opens and everyone bows down except me. I am too shocked to see him here and why is he looking at me like I did something wrong.
“Your Majesty?” I manage to murmur. Without a word he walks towards me, carries me over his shoulder and matches out. I catch Telly and other servant’s mischievous looks before he exits the room and matches to his chambers where places my feet down. He tears his shirt off like a piece of frail material, drops it on the floor and looks at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask softly, careful not to sound like I am questioning him.
“What does it look like?”
“You promised,” I say with a shaky voice. How stupid am I to have believed him?
“That was before I realised that you will make me look like an idiot.”
“I..I…”
I am assuming that he heard the conversation I was having in Telly’s room but I don’t understand why he is acting like this when I hardly respond to any of the questions the girls were asking.
“Kiss me,” he commands and my heart flutters.
“I won’t repeat myself.”
I swallow my saliva with my heart already in my throat and palms sweating. Dragging my feet forward and closing the gap between us, I hesitate, not knowing where to start. His dark brown eyes intensify on me before his strong masculine arms snake around my waist and pulling me off my feet and closer to him.
“This is the part you wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me.”
I nod my head like an idiot. Of course, I know how a kiss is meant to go. Well, I have seen lovers kiss before. It seems easy enough, I should be able to do it right?
There’s even a smaller distance between us the moment my arms wrap around his neck. My heart flutters out of control when his adam’s apple move.
“Focus Abi!” I am irritated with myself for finding other alluring features about him. As is, my body is behaving very strangely. I don’t know if it’s his body heat that is transferring to mine, or I am the one burning up, but it’s really hot in here. I press my lips on his and ….he responds. His tongue parts my lips before exploring every part of my mouth, making me feel and make strange sounds. We are both flushed and breathless by the time he breaks the kiss and picks up a tv remote and presses it.
“Good, now watch and pretend that man is me.”
His voice is deeper than before and lethal. I stare at the television, shocked, at what he wants me to watch. I am obviously green at this stuff but he gave me his word that he won’t touch me. Then why does he want me to watch other people doing that?
“I am doing that to you right now. You better start imagining that for real because Rufus will be here next Friday and I can’t protect you if it comes out that I have not touched you.”
Shit! I did not think of that. I look at the screen, taking in every detail. Imagining him doing that to me is unsettlingly easier to do.
“I understand that this is uncomfortable and strange but I have to coach you.”
I nod my head but I can’t stop blushing at what I am watching and there’s also his masculine abs that are completely exposed before me. His next question makes things a thousand times worse.
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
My jaw drops
“Down there,” he clarifies and points between my legs.
“Your Majesty!”
“Drop that, we have fucked and past that by now”
“But, we haven’t.”
He rolls his eyes at me. He must think I am very lame.
“Do you want Blake to claim you?”
I frantically shake my head. That’s my worse nightmare.
“Then we have fucked, a multiple times, get it?”
“Yes, Your…”
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Oma..”
I can’t complete it. This feels very weird. He is the prince and I am servant, a slave actually.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Say my name.”
“Omario.”
I can only whisper and he seems really amused by it.
“What do you know? That actually sounds….provocative.”