The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 39

During training the next morning, Ryker made me run laps in my wolf form. He said it was to build stamina and to help me get used to that. form. Shifting stung but it wasn’t an outright pain like yesterday and he assured me that after the third or fourth time, I wouldn’t feel any pain at all.

Our training was mainly him chasing me around and it was quite fun. By the time we were done, he k*ssed me and that was when I realized that I hadn’t given him an answer a few days ago when he asked if I wanted a mating ceremony and he had never asked again.

“Ryker,” I began slowly as we made our way back into the house.

He glanced down at me to show that I had his undivided attention and he slowed his steps so that we were walking side by side.

“Two days ago you asked if I wanted a mating ceremony.” I continued and he hummed, “You never asked again, why?”

“There’s no need to put pressure on you. If you want it then you want it and if you don’t then you don’t.” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

His hand reached out for mine and I wasted no time in interlacing our fingers together. He pulled me to a stop and turned me to face him. It never ceases to amaze me how much taller he than me he is and how I have to crane my n*eck to look at him.

“Camilla, there’s no rush for you to make a choice,” he assured me, “I’m ready to wait however long I have to for you to be ready. My pack already sees you as their Luna, I already see you as my Luna, and if you’re not ready to make it official then you don’t have to.”

“I’m ready,” I didn’t realize how true the words were until they left my l*ps.

I saw his b*dy freeze up, “I’m not rushing you Camilla.”

“I know you’re not, but I’m ready for it.” I offered up the best smile I could offer, “You’re not forcing me or anything, it is my choice.”

He ran his free hand down my curls softly like he always does and I leaned into his hold. He pressed a k*ss to my forehead and led me into

the house.

We had breakfast together in silence but Ryker never once let go of my

hand. He opted to eat with his left hand instead of letting mine go and it was both admirable and amusing to see. I was actually shocked that he managed to do it without spilling anything.

He allowed me freshen up first and by the time we were both dressed, he told me that I would be going with him to the pack house so I could go through some of the books on the main traditions for a mating. ceremony in their pack.

I was both excited and nervous but I said nothing throughout the entire carriage ride. Ryker sensed my nervousness because he held onto my hand and rubbed small circles across the back of my palm to make sure that I was calm.

When we arrived, he helped me out and led me through the doors and into his office. Everyone we passed bowed to us and it made me flush pink each time someone did that. I’m not used to the attention and it makes me feel a little weird and self conscious. I could feel Ryker’s amusement each time someone bowed and I tried to hide behind him.

“They’re going to be doing that a lot more once we are officially mated,” he said as soon as we got into his office and I blanched, “You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t think I will,” I muttered, “I’m used to doing the bowing and not the other way around.”

He laughed and pulled me in for a quick k*ss that quickly turned deep as his hands wrapped around my hips and held me close to him. I wasted no time in framing his face with my small fingers and I felt the stubble from his five o’clock shadow. Something about k*ssing him in the confines of his office felt good.

He walked me back until my b*dy hit his desk then he lifted me up and placed me right on top of it. My legs wrapped around his waist as we were now almost eye level in this position. One of his hands left my waist and moved up to wrap my hair into a tight fist and he angled my head back so he could press k*sses against my n*eck.

“I’ve fantasized about f ucking you against my desk,” he whispered and I felt a wave of wetness rush down my thighs, “I’ve never had anyone in my office, you would be the first.”

The knowledge that I would be his first at something had me grinding my hips against him. I wanted nothing more than for him to strip me completely n*ked and have his wicked way with me right here. I didn’t

ould come in at any moment: all I wanted was his

hands on me and to feel him deep inside me.

His hand moved to the bottom of my shirt and I knew he was about to take it off when there was a knock on the door. He froze instantly and I cursed the fact that Ryker has amazing self control. He k*ssed my n*eck once- twice and then pulled away from me.

He stared down at me for the better part of a minute and I could only imagine what he was seeing; me, flushed and staring up at him in want and desire. I straightened my clothes and got off his desk but his little smirk was still present.

He opened the door to reveal a woman I had never seen before. She had some books in her hands and he thanked her and took them from her before shutting the door and locking it. There were at least three books and each one was thicker than the last. I glanced at them and back to him. when he arrived at my side and placed them right next to me.

“That is everything you need to know about the mating ceremony,” I stared up at him with a raised eyebrow and shock, “If I could I would have taught you everything but I’m not sure I know half of what is there.”

“Do I have to read all that?” I asked and he nodded.

“It is tradition that the Luna plans the ceremony. It is a way for the pack to see her own unique style and take on things. I have no idea why it is like that but that is how it has always been.” I swallowed because it felt like a lot of pressure, “I will help however I can. All you need to do is ask me and I will do my best.”

“Thank you,” I cleared my throat, “I should probably start with them. It’ll take me ages to finish.”

I started to side step him but he stopped me in place. I was confused as to why until he placed me back on the table and his hands moved to the waist band of my leggings. I knew what he was asking for and I lifted my hips so he could pull them down.

He didn’t take them off completely; he pulled them down to my ankles and pulled me over until I was sitting at the edge of the table. I bit my l*p in anticipation as he pulled the spare chair so he was sitting directly in front of my spread thighs.

“A while back, I told you I wanted to taste you,” he began and I swallowed deeply as he stared at the most intimate part of me with rapt attention and unbridled want, “Would you like me to do that?”

Lovened my mouth but no words would come out. One of his hands

came out and stroked my folds softly and I threw my head back in a moan. He leaned forward and pressed a k*ss to my inner thigh; not exactly at my p ussy but close enough that I clenched around air.

“Answer the question Camilla.” He breathed against me.

I saw his hands had tightened into fists and his knuckles were white, almost as if he was trying to stop himself from actually touching me until I gave him the go ahead.

“Yes please,” was all I managed to say before his hand h ooked around my thighs and he licked me.

It was one long lick from slit to c lit and my hands tangled themselves in his hair. I wasn’t sure if it was to pull him closer or push him away but I knew that what he was doing blinded me with pleasure.

He feasted on me like a starving man and quicker than I would have liked, I felt myself climbing the peak of pleasure. He licked, sucked and nibbled on my cl it until I was rocking against his face and repeating his name over and over again like it was some kind of chant or prayer.

I’m sure I was f isting his hair too tight but he either didn’t mind or he didn’t notice as he focused on wracking every bit of pleasure he could from my b*dy. I rocked against his face as he nibbled on my c lit and I exploded around him.

My legs were vibrating from the pleasure but he didn’t stop, he kept on licking every inch of pleasure I was willing to give. Even when I had come down from my o rgasm, he still feasted on me in slow licks.

“Ryker please,” I said as I felt the pressure begin to build up, “I can’t do that again.”

“C um?” he asked not lifting his head, “Yes you can. Just give me one

more.”

I thought he was crazy but just like before, he brought me back up to that cliff and when he pushed two fingers into me at once, I came all around him while moaning his name.

He finally pulled back from me and just when I knew he was about to take off his pants, the door knob jiggled. I could see the frustration on his face and it pleased me to know I wasn’t the only one affected by what happened.

He retrieved a cloth from his drawer and wet it a little then wiped me down before helping me pull up my leggings. The person at the door

inceccant knocking and I wondered who it was.

Once we were dressed, Ryker went to pull the door open. I half expected

him to yell at whoever was there but instead he froze.