Chapter 4 Prince Arthur

"You..." Prince Arthur began approaching her again; he could smell the scent of her musk. The thick smell of her arousal filled his lungs, and it started messing with his head again. "Why are you...?" He eyed her trembling form as he got really close to her. Why is she wet? Is she wet for him? Did this she-wolf get aroused for him? "I'm... I'm sorry, I... I don't know what's wrong with me," Livy muttered. "My wolf is acting up; please ignore us." Livy apologized; she was beyond embarrassed. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of her act. She has been trying to control herself from getting horny, but the persistent throbbing between her legs made things unbearable for her. This has never happened to her before. She has never gotten this horny, even for her husband. And she is not also sex-starved, so why exactly was this happening? "I... I think I should leave, Your Highness," Livy bowed slightly and turned to walk away, but Prince Arthur caught her arm and pulled her to his chest. A gasp left Livy's lips as her head slammed onto Prince Arthur's hard, chiseled chest; the heat from his body quickly traveled down to her throbbing pussy, causing more juice to spill out of her. Oh moon goddess, Livy quickly stepped away from him and lowered her head in apology. "Forgive me, Your Highness; it was not intentional; I didn't mean to do that." "Do what?" Prince Arthur asked, sounding as though he had no idea what she was talking about. "Huh?" Livy slightly raised her brows to stare at him. What kind of question was he asking? He clearly knows what she is talking about; does he have to make her spell it out? "For... for slamming into you, forgive me," she slightly bowed her head again. "You... Who are you? Where are you from?" His next question came. "My name is Livy, Your Highness. And I'm a werewolf. I'm not from here." "I fucking know that. I just need you to explain what this means. This tension. This unbearable heat, I need you to explain it to me," Prince Arthur demanded. "I don't know what you are talking about; I have no idea," Livy shook her head in denial. There was no way she would openly admit her feelings for this Lycan prince. A werewolf should never develop feelings for a Lycan. Lycans and werewolves are not meant to be together. Furthermore, the two species were at war with each other. Admitting anything for this man would be total foolishness. "You can't feel it?" "No, Your Highness, I can't feel anything." "Your body is saying a different thing, though. Don't you know that I can smell your arousal? I know you are horny, your legs are starting to tremble and if you don't get a release soon, you might end up collapsing." Huh? Starting to tremble? Livy slowly moved her gaze to her legs to notice her legs slightly trembling. He is not lying. She needed a quick release. No. She needed a faster release. She could feel her wetness soaking her panties and staining her thighs. If she doesn't get a release soon, she might end up in huge trouble. "I... I..." Livy opened her mouth to speak but couldn't come up with anything. This man seems to have her where he wants her. "Are you a new maid? I've never seen you before," his next question surprisedly calmed her nerves. "Yes, I was brought in today." "Why are you a maid, though? Considering your looks, you should be more than just a maid," he pointed out. "I... Because I am married and..." Livy tried to explain, but a sudden snarl from him stopped her from completing her words. Why? Why is he getting angry? What did I do wrong? Livy panicked as she heard his beast growl furiously. She has heard many stories about Lycans and their beasts. The Lycans find it difficult to control their beast most of the time, and this factor makes them appear more dangerous than other wild beings. What did I say wrong? What did I do wrong? Livy continued panicking as she watched Prince Arthur struggle to control his beast's emotions. She could tell by the way he breathed that he was having trouble controlling his beast. His breathing is labored and unusual. "A... Are you okay?" After watching him struggle for some minutes, Livy calmly asked. She knew it was not her position to ask, but she could no longer bear it. Instead of responding to her, Prince Arthur walked to the big tree close by and leaned on it. He closed his eyes and remained in that position for some seconds before reopening them. "Come here," he beckoned to her. "Are you sure? I think your beast doesn't like me; he might get angry again if I go near you," Livy reasoned. Dying alone with this Lycan was not in her book. "That's precisely why I need you close to me," he sighed. Huh? What is that supposed to mean? Livy didn't think too much about his words but went on to obey his orders. She took one step, then another step, until she was standing before him. From her peripheral view, Livy noticed his intense stares; she saw his hand slowly move toward her. He cupped her jaw and slightly lifted her head. "Look at me; I need to take a good look at you," he demanded. Livy did as he asked; she lifted her gaze and settled it on his. The moment their eyes met, a gasp left Livy's lips. Moon goddess! Was he this good-looking? Was he this attractive and manly? Was he this hot? She hadn't been able to take a good look at him because of the restrictions surrounding them, but now that she has her eyes on him, she doesn't feel like looking away. She has never seen a man this good-looking—well, except her father. Her father was the only good-looking man she knew. Not that there weren't good-looking men back home; it's just that there aren't men back home with this level of beauty. His beauty is blinding. Charming. And those eyes of his seem to be calling out to her. His beauty is... "Your legs are starting to tremble again," Prince Arthur couldn't help but notice. "You need help; I am more than willing to help you get your much-needed release. Which would you prefer? Do you like being fucked with the fingers, the tongue, or would you like to be fucked by my cock?"