Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

We went back to our room after the last game.

Of course, Tyler won and ended up beating each of those old men who mocked me because I couldn't win. That I don't even know how to play that damned kind of gambling. It seems like he was just beating around the bush and letting them win for a few games just to tease them and slap them with the truth that they can laugh as much as they want-but the last laugh would always be coming from us.

And yet, even with those losses, he still ended up getting all their money with his consecutive winning.

A playful grin was plastered on his face when he led me back to our room. My heart was beating loudly and I could feel the cold air rushing through my skin. 'Goddess, why am I so fucking scared? It's not as if it's our first time being alone together...'

I tried to breathe properly, inhaling and exhaling. But I couldn't. My anxiousness still possessed me even in front of the Alpha's sheer sight.

Tyler went inside the bathroom first to take a bath and washed off what has remained sticking to

his skin from the casino. To be honest, I thought he loved gambling.

It turns out he only brought me there to show to everyone that I am his wife. And he is my husband, a wolf-shifting billionaire man.

And when I heard the sound of water rushing, that's when I searched through my things and started picking what lingerie to wear. What seductive lingerie to wear.

"Should I wear this?" I mumbled to myself while looking at the polka dots and maroon pair of lingerie on the bed. "Or this?"

"Babe!" Tyler suddenly shouted from inside the bathroom. "Y-Yes?" I answered back, preoccupied with my thoughts. "Can you please give me the towel?"

"Coming!" I shouted, and looked around our room. It's a small room and the style is subtly medieval. This room felt like we were living back in the ancient times yet there's still a touch of modern interior added, making it look a mixture of class and sophisticated elegance. And because of my preoccupied thoughts, I found the towel five seconds later on top of

the bed.

"God, from all things you forgot to bring. You forgot the towel!" It was just a façade to my bursting feeling. I made it sound like I was frustrated when I stretched my arms to give him the towel he needed.

But Tyler did not waste anymore time. Because the moment his hands touched my arms, he fucking grabbed me and slammed my back on the cold walled tiles.

Tyler's lips hovered over mine, his hands stroking my back in an up and down manner. His kisses were like wildfire, quickly spreading in the air even when it landed on my cold lips. I suddenly felt hot when his tongue entered mine. And after a series of long and hungry kisses, I gasped for air. But he was immensely aggressive and kissed me again to the point that my chest would explode. His lips dominated my body, my soul, my system. And yet, he wasn't done with me. While kissing, his hands from my back molded my ass and harshly slap it, leaving an erotic ringing flap in the air.

"Hmmm..." I moaned.

"You're so hot tonight, love..." he murmured in my ears and licked the sensitive part of my earlobes. He was still not done because his fingers slowly pushed the inside of my thighs, leaving me helpless and in unfeigned ecstasy.

"Tyler..." I grab his arms and hold it, never mind the rising pleasure slowly filling the void in my soul.

"Oh yeah?" he taunted.

"What are you "

"Don't come yet," he ordered.

Damn it. Why is he so good at this? His forefinger pushed up and down while his thumb found my clit, playing with it. After a couple of seconds, I was panting so hard and ground my lower body on his finger. My eyes started seeing stars, and I bit my lower lip hard not to stifle another erotic moan.

I know this is embarrassing-embarrassing yet the pleasure is suffocating me to the point I couldn't breathe properly.

"Tyler... I—"

"I said don't fucking come yet, Elaine," he growled against my lips while his fingers were doing me down there miraculously. Tyler had been dominantly wild for the past few days but I don't mind him. This is the kind of man I wanted to make love with.

The kind of man that I always wanted to marry.

Nodding, I tried not to come on his finger because that would disobey his orders. Then, he suddenly pushed his two other fingers. Then three, and then four fingers, leaving me clutching to the last thread of sanity dangling in my mind.

"Who am I?" he asked.

"Tyler," I replied.

"Wrong. Who am I?" he repeated, now more aggressive than before.

"Alpha Tyler, the werewolf whom I'm sacrificed to."

His eyes became dangerously feral. It sent shivers down my spine the way he looked at me with those beautifully inhuman eyes. It was, as if, he was fucking me too just by looking at me with his sharp sight.

"Come on, Elaine. You're better than this." His other fingers were playing with my taunting peaks now; my breasts hungry for his worship.

"Tyler!" I gasped, barely holding his biceps now because I lost my energy. If he did not grab my waist and slammed my back again to the cold tiles, I would've ended up lying on the floor. “Still a wrong answer,” Tyler barked and slapped my ass twice and turned me back. My hands were on the walls now, my back in front of him. His hand found my jawline, tilting it to face him. "One last chance to correct your answer," I could see his lips blooming to a grin. "Who am I, Elaine?"

"My h-husband..." I; swallowed.

"Good." He let out a dark laugh, his playful smirk still not leaving his handsome face. He was probably waiting for that damn word to come out of my mouth.

Screw it, now that is what we call foreplay.

Tyler stopped playing with my clit, his fingers withdrawing from my insides. My brows furrowed and I tried to look back at him. "W-Why did you stop?"

As soon as I turned around, fully facing my husband's entirety, I gasped when I found out why.