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“Okay, I’m all ears.”

Milos proceeds to tell her about how the moon goddess chooses mates for each wolf, especially the Alpha, and how he had seen her in his dream once, even before he met her. He also explains how he must find his mate before his 25^th birthday, which is in two months, and how he must impregnate her before he can resume his Alpha duties.

“What are you insinuating?” Wanda asks.

“If there is one thing I know, it is that I am sure you are my mate. I can feel it in my spirit. The circumstances behind our meeting are not ordinary, I am certain that they were orchestrated by the moon goddess. Please, Wanda, do not reject me. I’ll die if you do. Because I am madly and unrepentantly in love with you, Wanda.”

There is a long, painful silence, and Milos braces himself for her rejection.

“This is a lot to take in, Milos. I am trying to process my thoughts and my feelings for you. I do not know about love, but I care deeply about you, and I love how you make me feel. I also do not know what the future has in store for us, but I would like to experience it together with you. So, let’s sleep on this, tomorrow is another day” she says, with a note of finality.

Milos smiles and kisses her muddy forehead.

“Now, back to my hair, whatever are you going to do with it?” She asks, widening her huge brown eyes.

“I’ll wash it for you,” he assures her. “I used to wash my mother’s hair before she died.”

“I am so sorry, darling,” she says.

“It is alright, it is all in the past now.” Milos’ mother, Luna Midea, had died of canine distemper, and infectious canine hepatitis. The healer wolves had tried all they could, but she lost the battle.

Milo washes her hair slowly and runs his fingers through her surplus curls. As he does, jolts of electricity course through Wanda’s veins. Her nipples harden, and she feels an oddly familiar ache between her legs. When did she first feel it?

Oh, when he kissed me. Dayuum, I am horny as hell.

After washing her hair, he wipes it gently with her towel. Wanda loves how he takes care of her, and she smiles. Next, he applies hair cream and moisturizer to her hair, and then leaves it to dry.

They settle in her bed and slide under the covers. There, she tells him about her life as a human- before he rescued her, and he, in turn, tells his experiences as a werewolf. He mesmerizes her with his war stories, and he also cracks a few jokes.

Hours later, they both drift to sleep. Hand in hand, with her wet head on his chest.

I look at you-

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You whisper I love you in the softest tone

You take off your shirt asking if it is ok

I just nod slightly, not knowing what to say

So off comes my dress in a bind

Your body against me is only on my mind

Then comes the pants that land on the floor

I can feel the love burning inside of my core

You move slowly making sure not to scare

And kiss me some more while my body is bare

You touch me everywhere and I do the same to you

You slide in slowly, I moan some more

Your body against mine I can’t help but adore

Electricity through my body you send

Faster and faster the lust starts to grow

The pleasure is all I can show

Your essence bursts inside of me

This is as perfect as anything can be.

-Poem Hunters

Wanda wakes up to a knock on her door. She slowly opens her eyes, and she winces as the rays of the sun pour in through the window. She gently rubs her eyes and yawns widely.

There is another knock on the door.

Who could that be? Milos?

“Come in, whoever you are,” she says, and Petra opens the door slightly. Wanda can only see her head.

“Are you awake, Luna?” Petra asks.

Wanda bursts into uncontrollable fits of laughter. Petra is confused at first but later joins in. Laughter, they say, is contagious.

“What did you just call me?” Wanda asks between giggles.

“Luna. That is what I said” Petra says, with a smile on her pretty, round face.

“Okay,” Wanda throws her arms in the air in mock frustration. “What in the world does Luna mean?”

Petra goes on to educate Wanda on who a Luna is, and how she had eavesdropped on Milos and Alpha Stocles’ conversation, and how they had agreed that Wanda is Milos’ long-awaited mate.

Wanda stares at Petra, wide-eyed and amazed.

“Wow” is all she manages to say.

“Well,” Petra starts, with a mischievous smile on her face, “very soon, you and Master Milos will be dropping it like it is hot!” she finishes, super proud of herself.

“Petra!” Wanda shouts, and they both erupt in another bout of laughter.

“Why, in the first instance, are you here?’ Wanda asks, eyeing the other lady playfully.

Petra informs her that it is almost time for breakfast and that Milos will be taking Wanda out later in the day.

“Where?” Wanda questions.

“He didn’t say, I think it is a surprise. Anyways, I’ll be leaving now, take care, Wanda”.

“See you soon, Petra:”

Wanda is excited about the outing Petra just told her about.

Where could he be taking me?

She gets out of her bed and lays it properly. She doesn’t want to stress Petra more than she already is. The poor lady already does too much. She then proceeds to prepare for breakfast.

It is two pm and Wanda has not seen Milos, not even once since she woke up in the morning. She walks around the mansion but does not see him. She decides to visit the Territory Library. Soon, she immerses herself in a whole lot of werewolf history books. She is intrigued by what she reads, and she doesn’t know when night falls. The library never closes, she learns, as the wolves are encouraged to study whenever they choose.

Footsteps jolt her out of her research. She turns to see who it is.

“What’s up bookworm?” Milos greets, joining her at her table.

“You left me to be on my own throughout the day, turning me into a lone wolf,” she frowns, and continues “and before you ask, yes, pun intended”

Milos looks at her and smiles. He is drawn to her in a way he can’t explain. He loves her so much that his heart bleeds from the feeling.

“I am sorry, dullin’. I had to patrol the territory with my father. It is a routine thing we do to assert our dominance” he apologizes and gives her puppy dog eyes.

“It’s alright, Milos. I understand.”

“Come with me,” he says, and Wanda immediately obliges.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see”.

He takes her to a separate building, detached from the main mansion. It is his personal house, where he goes to clear his mind.

“This is mine, only. Think of it as my man cave” he says proudly.

Wanda is impressed with all that she sees. There is a large, comfy bed, a lamp, water, books, and some fruit wine.

He offers her some wine and serves himself some, too. Soon, they are both on the bed, chatting away as usual.

“This wine tastes really good” she comments.

Milos nods and gazes at her. She is wearing a dress, and he can see the soft swell of her breasts. Her skin contrasts in color against the white dress. He has never been with a woman, but every passing minute, he is finding it difficult to keep his arousal at bay. He wants her.

Badly.

“You look really good tonight, Wanda” he manages to say.

“You too, Milos,” she says and bites her lip. Milos can’t take his eyes off her puckered lips, and he remembers exactly how they taste. She looks soft and undeniably feminine.

He moves slowly towards her, and she tilts her head to the left in readiness, and when their lips touch, it is nothing like the first one they had shared the previous day. It is all fire and iciness, and their tongues challenge each other. Wanda moans as he sweeps her mouth with his tongue, and she pulls away, only to suck on his lips. Milos groans like a man in agony, consumed with a ferocious need, a need only Wanda could meet.

“Milos…” she moans softly, and her voice echoes in the room. He moves his hand from her face and cups her lush breasts. He locates her hard nipples through the layer of her clothing, and she moans, moving further towards him. He kisses the base of her throat, and he trails his lips until he reaches her right. He flicks his tongue against her rosy nipple, still covered by her dress, and Wanda thinks she will go crazy with desire. She promptly pulls down her dress, and Milos’ eyes widen at the sight of her beautiful breasts. She guides his head to her chest, and he begins to suckle. Wanda keeps urging him on, and soon, he pulls off her dress. Next, her red panties fall to the floor.

“Milos, please eat me out….I need your head between my legs”

Milos gives in to her every demand, and he kisses her feet, down to her legs, her thighs, until his lips reach the ‘v’ between her legs. Wanda gently clasps his head with her hands, holding on to him with every fiber of her being.

The first flicker of his tongue on the tip of her womanhood sends her into her first orgasm, and Milos holds her down through it. After she crescendos, he carefully parts her with his hand and sucks on her clitoris, and Wanda screams again as she feels the second wave of her orgasm. He then plunges one finger into her, and she comes again, screaming his name over and over again.

Milos lays beside her and kisses her damp forehead as she shivers- the aftermath of two consecutive orgasms.

“We are not done, are we?” she asks, and Milos chuckles.

“I have not done anything like this before, Wanda” he confesses.

Wanda kisses him softly on the lips and says, “Well, I have, and I am going to show you what it means to be with a woman, Milos”. She kisses him, and lifts herself across him, one leg on each side of his frame. She begins to kiss him on the lips, and then she moves to his nipples, and down to his belly button. Milos growls deeply, consumed by her scent and femininity. Wanda expertly pulls down his trousers, and her eyes pop at the size of his erection.

He’s even bigger than I thought.

 

She palms his manhood in her hand and moves her soft hands up and down his shaft. When she sees that he is about to go mad with need, she pulls her hair back into a bun and holds it away from her face with her hairband. She then lowers herself gently onto his shaft, and a guttural moan escapes his lips. Wanda feels stretched, but it feels good. She begins to ride him softly, not breaking eye contact. She bends over and puts her elbows on his chest. He moans her name over and over again, and Wanda bestrides him until they both erupt in inexplicable pleasure.

She collapses against his chest, and they breathe heavily. Milos falls asleep almost immediately, and Wanda smiles, quietly praising herself for giving him so much pleasure.

Man, I am good.

Soon, she follows suit, and flakes out.