Chapter 5 Prince Maverick

Livy's POV "I... I..." I opened my mouth to answer but couldn't say a word. I'm speechless; I don't know what to say to this prince. Will he really fuck me with his fingers if I tell him that I like being fucked that way? Will he dip his tongue into my hole? Will he lick my juice and savor the taste if I give him permission? "What are you still thinking of?" He drew closer to me and breathed into my face. "I promise you won't regret it. Let me take care of that sweet little kitty. I'll make you reach the moon; you'll definitely remember this moment for the rest of your life. You'll remember me and..." Prince Arthur was bringing his hand to my thighs, trying to sneak them into my panties, when an unexpected person showed up. "Your mother fainted again," the person announced. "What?" Prince Arthur immediately moved his attention to the intruder. "You heard me," his voice came. "If you're lying, I swear I'll..." Prince Arthur approached him and made threats, but he remained adamant. "The feast is over; you can stay here if you like," the intruder said. He was about to leave, but Prince Arthur stopped him. "Take her back to the palace; I need to go," Arthur said to him, and without another word to me, he disappeared from the garden, leaving me alone with the intruder. But this intruder, there is something different about him—no, not different. Familiar. There is something familiar about him. His gaze. His gaze is truly familiar; I think he's the prince from the feast. The person who couldn't stop gazing at me from the moment I entered the feast hall. He is the one who kept staring, and also, he is the owner of the scent. He is the owner of that sweet, addictive scent. He owns that scent. Moon goddess, I can't believe it's the same person. Why does he smell so good? And why do I feel my heart racing? My heart is racing so widely, I'm afraid it'll pop out of my chest. "So..." After observing me for a while, he moved closer to me; I thought he was going to say something to me. Scold me or even compliment my beauty, but he instead resumed what he had been doing. He began observing me again; he stared at my eyes, my nose, my lips, my boobs, and my hair length. He observed my entire body but without touching me. "I guess I should take you back to the palace," he muttered after he was done, and without giving me time to prepare myself, he lifted me off the ground, placed me over his shoulder, and sped off in an unknown direction. After we reached an unfamiliar location, he placed me on my feet and took three steps back, "When did you arrive here?" After a few moments of silence, he posed the question. "Today." "You don't look like a servant. Did you hold a high position back home?" He threw the next question. How did he know that? Did he find out by observing me? "Y...yes," I answered, shaking my head. I was married to an Alpha. "Hmm," he hummed and moved his gaze elsewhere. "And what is your name?" "Livy." "What did Arthur say to you? What did he do to you?" He questioned. Why is he asking? Why does he want to know? "I... He..." I opened my mouth to answer but ended up stuttering. How can I narrate what he did? How he spoke to me. How he made me feel. How he turned me on so badly. My Virginia is still very wet. I'm still horny. I thought I could finally stop feeling that way after some time, but it turned out that I was wrong. I still need a good release. This feeling won't go away until I get my release. "Did he seduce you, perhaps?" After noticing my hesitation, he asked. "Does he want to fuck you?" What? How can he spell it out loudly? Are all the Lycan princes this outspoken? "I guess he does; you're turning red," he chuckled and moved behind me, then took a seat in the only chair available. "You don't have to feel pressured; I won't hurt you. I just want to get to know you better. I won't do a thing to you; I also won't touch you without your permission. Unlike Arthur, I respect a woman's body. So I won't touch you until you beg for it. If you don't desperately crave my touch, I promise I won't touch you," he proudly informed me. What is he saying, though? What does he mean by that? He is saying that he respects a woman's body, but why does it feel like he enjoys torturing a woman's body? He won't touch his woman until she begs him to do so. That's clearly torture. Any woman he tortures might actually lose her damn mind. He seems like a man who ladies will go crazy for. I've not really observed his facial features, but I took a peek a minute ago, and he looks damn attractive. His voice too. His voice is so thick, a woman might cum just by listening to him speak. I think he knows how hot he is. Only a man who knows his worth will think of torturing a woman's body. "Do you want to sit? Let's talk; I want to know more about you," he asked. Sit? Where does he want me to sit? "Come," he patted his lap the minute he understood my thoughts. "Sit down. But you can also stand if you like," he sighed, then moved his gaze elsewhere. He sounds like he doesn't care whether I sit or not, but in reality, he wants me to sit on his lap. He wants me close to him. I've studied men long enough to know this. I'm not a baby when it comes to these kinds of games. Before Alpha Kendrick officially married me, he let other men play with his pretty little possession. He let them touch me; he let them do things to me. They could make me sit on their hardened dick; they could move back and forth, causing their already hardened erection to swell behind me. They could touch my vulva and, when Alpha Kendrick wasn't looking, pull out their fat cock and put it in my mouth. Whenever they did this, they could often release fast. So I've been around men long enough to know what their true intention is, and from this prince's action, I can see how much he likes me already. I can tell how badly he wants me. And the funny thing about it is, I also want him.