Emily
The brunette girl from earlier comes running in. Her brown eyes are full of life as she takes a seat beside me at the dinner table. She's wearing a green oversized sweater and a black pair of sweat pants with sneakers. She seemed to be a tomboy, but I could be wrong.
"Oh, hello!" she squeals. "I'm Macy!"
Her smile is extremely bright, and, not to mention, she is extremely perky. I'm so lost that I don't even notice her eyeing me up and down.
"Hey, where did you get those clothes?" she asks curiously.
"Oh, well, I cast a spell for some clothes," I reply. "I know you said to use yours, but I couldn't do that."
She nods in understanding. Truth was, I would have been glad to take some of her clothes, but I was so caught up in the moment I just decided to put some on myself. It was the main spell my mother taught me when I was little. She said it was always important for a witch to have the proper outfit.
Just then, Kyle enters the room. He takes a seat beside Macy and wraps his arm around her. They must be mates or rather amore. Kyle is the Lycan, so Macy was either a lycan before meeting him or something else. Judging from her aura, it's safe to say that she was a werewolf before meeting Kyle. I smile. It's nice to know that another Lycan found his amore. One less to suffer from the pain.
"What are you thinking about?" Zyair whispers in my ear, causing me to jump slightly.
"N-nothing," I blush. "When do we leave? I want to see my parents."
"We'll leave once you're finished breakfast. You didn't get a chance to eat last night."
I nod and start to whoof down the rest of my meal. I needed to see my parents. The last time I saw them my mother was unconscious in Ian's arms. When I finished, I took my plate to the sink to wash it, but Justin stops me. He takes the plate from my hands and begins washing it. Honestly, I wanted to argue, but there wasn't any time. I rushed over to Zyair and started pulling on his arm.
He started laughing, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel anything. Finally, he got up and walked toward the garage. Normally, you'd expect multiple cars, but he only had one. Inside the car was a man in the driver's seat. He came out, tipped his hat, then opened the door for us.
"Amore, this is Pete," Zyair introduced. "He's my personal driver and bodyguard."
"Pleasure to meet you, sir," I stretch my hand out.
"Pleasure is all mine, your highness," Pete shakes my hand.
As Zyair enters the car first, I see Pete mouth a 'thank you'. I gave him a questioning look then nodded. I understood what he meant. I slid in next to Zyair, and Pete closed the door behind me. The older gentleman entered the driver's seat, started the engine, and exited the parking lot.
Pete knew where I lived since Zyair was planning to visit my parents anyway. Zyair sat on the far left of the car, while I was in the middle. I began scooting to the right little by little. I was about to put on my seat belt when a hand wrapped around my wrist.
"Where are you going, Emily?" he asked.
I watched as his other hand pressed a button that allowed a screen to slide up. It separated the front from the back which meant Pete couldn't see or hear us. Zyair stared at me for a good second before pulling me towards him. Before I knew it, I was on his lap. His head on my chest. I gasped.
"Wh-what are you--?" I stutter.
"Just enjoying my love," he hummed. His hair tickled my chin as I looked down at him. He then placed his mouth in between my breasts. His breath began to send shivers through me. I held in a moan that threatened to escape me. Zyair looked at me with hooded eyes before moving his mouth toward my neck. His hands kept me in place no matter how hard I tried to wriggle out of it.
I was about to ask him to let me go when a gasp left my mouth instead. The reason, Zyair had found my sweet spot, the spot where he marked me and was messing with it. I felt his lips moving around and kept in the moans that wanted to escape. I felt a smile come to his lips.
"My, stubborn aren't we," he chuckles.
His hands began to move. One traveled under my shirt and fell on my breast while the other went over my thigh. "Zyair," I whimpered. I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue or to stop.
The hand on my breast began to massage it. I let out a loud moan. I argued about the outside world seeing us as well as how it wouldn't be long before we reached my parents.
"These windows are tinted, so no one can see inside nor can they hear us. Also, we won't reach your parents for hours. So, we have all the time in the world," he smirked.
My face flushed. He began massaging my breast even more, and the hand on my thigh moved to the button on my jeans. I couldn't protest because I wanted him to continue. I let his hand go into my pants and touch my panties. I shuddered as he neared my clit. Then, over my panties, he rolls his fingers. I began to become a moaning mess. Begging him to go faster. He does, and just before I reach my climax, he slows down.
"How do you feel?" he whispers in my ear, his voice getting deeper. "Do you want me to keep going, love?"
I nod.
"Words, love."
"Keep going. I want you."
He heeds my request and lays me down on the backseat. His lips crash against mine and his hands work their magic. Leave it to me to have not only a prince as my amore, but also an apparent horny one who makes me feel like a porn star. I mean those moans...I seriously sound like...Oh, forget it. Might as well enjoy the moment.