The Rejected Luna’s Prince By Aurora Archer
Chapter 50 -Distractions
(Willa)
“Mom?” I called my mom as soon as I got out of the shower, I had two missed calls from her, “Everything okay?” I asked too fast.
“Yes, honey, I didn’t mean to worry you, I just had something we wanted to talk to you about.”
“Go on,” I set the phone on speaker and started to towel dry my long hair.
“We were, well your dad and I were hoping to move, to Crescent Moon, if you’ll still have us.” My eyes widened and my mirror image smiled brightly back at me, “We will work, of course, whatever you need, it’s just we miss you, both of you.”
“Of course, Mom!” I cut her off, “Anytime, as soon as possible, we can figure it out.” I didn’t want to tell her that I had been secretly hoping for this moment for a long while.
“Good,” She breathed, “We don’t want to intrude.”
“Stop,” I laughed once, “I am ecstatic; we will all be happy to have you,” I shook my head at her ridiculousness.
“Okay then,” I could hear the smile in her voice, “Oh and something else,” She laughed, “Everyone is up in arms, the omegas are running around, and people I have never seen before are crawling around the pack.” She laughed again.
“Why?” I released my hair from the towel and grabbed a brush starting to gently de-tangle my hair.
“The Prince is coming to the conference,” I smiled at that. I tried to push the thought of the conference away this week. I thought of nothing but that dress instead. Thinking of going back to Blue Ridge unannounced made me feel deeply uncomfortable.
“We are,” I confirmed.
“I was hoping you would,” She said, “Stop by and see us?” She asked.
“Of course, Caspien has never been to my home before.” Besides my apartment, of course.
I never thought I would get the opportunity to show him where I grew up, and the thought thrilled me. It was some semblance of normalcy that would help ground me this weekend.
The thought of showing the dark prince to my humble cottage months ago would have been terrifying, but I wanted him to see it, and I knew he would too. Nothing about myself or my past embarra*s*sed me, and I felt more myself with him than I ever had.
“C.rap, I haven’t cleaned the baseboards in Goddess knows how long,” My mom said, I couldn’t help laughing at the panic in her voice.
“It’s just Caspien, Mom. Calm down,”
“Don’t tell your mom to calm down, honey. It doesn’t work,” My dad called, and I smiled.
“Hi, dad,” I shouted.
“You’re on speaker now don’t shout,” My mom scolded.
“Don’t worry about the floorboards, Mom.”
“Baseboards,” She corrected, and I rolled my eyes.
“Just start packing.”
“Packing?” Caspien walked in and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek.
“My parents are moving here. That’s still okay?” I asked, but I knew the answer. His eyes lit up.
“Of course it is, tell them to send me their preferences, and I can get them in our design team’s hands so they can prepare samples for them. They can have a cottage near the old packhouse if they want, but I also want them to have an apartment here on my parent’s floor.”
“Did you hear that?” I asked my mom.
“Yes, but no, I mean, that’s too much.” My mom tripped over her words.
Caspien took the phone from my hand, “You’re family, you’re taking an apartment and whatever cottage you want. They will both be updated to your preferences.” He said his voice a bit cooler but I could see his eyes light up.
“Is this an Alpha command?” My mom joked, and it took me by surprise.
“Yes, actually,” Caspien cracked a real smile, “Keep this up, and I’m throwing in a lake house.”
“I apologize; of course, we would take you up on your generous offer,” I could hear the smile in my mom’s voice and I turned to bury myself in my mate’s chest, wrapping my arms around him.
“Let us know when you want us,” My dad said.
“Come back with us this weekend; there’s a big game on Monday I would love to have you join us for.”
“Baseball and hotdogs, and we aren’t even officially part of the pack,” My dad said, “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so much as one hot dog here.”
I laughed at that; I was so happy. Despite the looming threat, despite the fact I had to come face to face with my ex tonight and a pack I didn’t want to see again, my heart was bursting.
“See you soon,” Caspien said, nuzzling his head in my hair.
“Love you guys,” I grabbed the phone and hung up.
“You’re happy, princess.” Caspien kissed one side of my smile and then the other before pulling back. I put my hand in his trimmed beard.
“I am.”
He gave me the smile that was only reserved for me, the one that made his icy blue eyes sparkle.
“I’m glad,” He picked me up, his large hands caressed my bare butt under my robe, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put his forehead to mine, and our breathing mingled as he carried us to his bed, my bed, our bed.
The anticipation alone of having him had my body flush. I could feel him hardening in between my legs, and he gripped me harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.
We hit the bed as his lips met mine, my t.ongue t.hrust into his mouth. There was nothing slow about this, I needed him, now, and we didn’t have much time.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out. I positioned myself on top of him, feeling his velvety tip slide over my s.lick opening.
“Goddess Willa,” He grunted against my lips, “You’re already so f*uc*king wet for me.”
The door opened, and our eyes shot to the intruders; I hoped it wasn’t Emmett even though I knew he was already with Caspien’s parents.
Holden and Cali were at the door.
“Shut the door,” Caspien growled. I was still hovering over him.
“Okay, okay,” Holden said.
They walked in, and he shut it behind him.
“Get out and then shut the door,” Caspien’s voice was low.
“Rachel is here,” Cali said, ignoring him, “Downstairs.”
“What does she want?” Caspien asked. I was glad the robe was covering his n*ake*dness.
“Not you, pretty boy,” Cali smirked, flicking her eyes to me, “She has something for you from Anthony, apparently.”
“Who is Anthony?” Caspien asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Was that jealousy?” I leaned forward, whispering in his ear, “Your d**k is almost inside of me, and you’re jealous that someone else sent something for me?” I teased him.
His grip on me hardened, and he pushed into me a slight bit more. I had to bite down on my lip.
“It was just a question, princess,” His voice was soft, playful.
He started to call me that as a joke, but I didn’t hate it as much as I used to.
“Yeah, princess,” Holden repeated, and my gaze shot to them. I almost forgot they were there, or I did completely.
Caspien growled, and I reluctantly pulled myself off of him, “Give me a minute,” I sighed and grabbed a dress from the closet.
Caspien looked pained but reluctantly let Cali lead me.
“I’m going to m.urder you,” Caspien lunged at Holden, and Holden ran past us down the hallway.
Cali rolled her eyes, and we followed them; I just hoped they didn’t break anything.
Rachel was waiting by the front door, fidgeting a bit, which seemed so uncharacteristic of her.
“Hi,” I offered her a warm smile.
“Hi,” She looked relieved, a crash sounded behind us, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring them.
“Here, this is from Anthony,” She ignored these sounds too and passed me a long black box, “And I thought this might go well with your outfit. I found it in Paris but haven’t worn it yet. I’ve kept it here, and I guess I was saving it.” She shrugged and held out a velvet box. I placed both of them on the table by the door, opening hers first.
Inside the box was a beautiful tiara with diamonds woven in between white gold branches. It was thin, understated, and almost looked like a headband. It was perfect.
“You don’t have to wear it-” She shrugged.
“I love it,” I touched it before meeting her eyes, “Thank you, you’re like my fairy godmother.” I breathed, and she beamed at me.
In the other box was a pair of long gloves. They were made out of almost sheer, thin, and black material, with the same spirals and whirls on my dress. They matched it perfectly.
“He made them this week, worked on them only himself,” Rachel said.
“I don’t think I can ever thank him enough,” I clutched them to my chest.
“He wants a photo. He also sent this.” She grabbed a bag from the floor behind her and pulled out a polaroid camera and a bottle of champagne.
“That’s more like it,” Cali said, grabbing the champagne, “And it’s chilled,” She whistled appreciatively, “I’ll get some glasses, bring everything up, and I’ll meet you there.”
“Have fun,” Rachel said, eyeing me.
“Do you want to join?” I asked, “I promise I won’t make you do my hair. You can just come for a glass of champagne if you want.” I gave her a genuine smile.
She paused for a moment, “Okay,” I turned towards the steps, and Caspien came out of the kitchen where he must have finally cornered Holden.
“Rachel,” He said icily; his demeanor changed when he saw her.
“She’s helping me get ready,” I explained, my voice leaving no room for argument. He still hasn’t fully forgiven her. That much was obvious. But Rachel has helped me multiple times now, “If you don’t mind, we need a bucket of ice and another bottle of champagne,” I stared at him, and his gaze met mine.
You said you forgave her
An a*s*sa*s*sin came after our kid because of her
Because of something she drunkenly said, some power-hungry deranged man set that up, not her.
She caused it
Not on purpose
Rachel shifted on her feet.
“Welcome,” Caspien said, nodding to her once and raising an eyebrow at me in a challenge.
“The ice bucket,” I said and walked past him up the stairs, “Please,” I called from the top.
Rachel followed me into my room, and Cali was there moments later.
“So, I was thinking obvious smokey eye, maybe a bit of gold to make her eyes pop. Curled hair but now that we have that tiara, maybe half up, pulled back?” Cali crossed her arms and studied my face, a blank canvas for her. Rachel came to her side and tilted her head.
“I like that. Hair off of her face so that the makeup pops, but since her shoulders and arms are bare I think having some down would be nice. Sexy.” Rachel agreed.
“Let’s get to work,” Cali passed out glasses, “Back in your robe, missy.”
“You really don’t have to help; just enjoy the champagne,” I said to Rachel.
“I want to,” Rachel said, holding out her glass for Cali to fill, “If you do.”
“I would love the help. I’m sure Cali would too. Thanks.” I smiled.
This was a welcome distraction from what would happen in a few hours. The champagne and conversation with them helped to keep my anxiety at bay.
When I looked in the mirror a few hours later, I gasped.
I remembered this person, but instead of shying away from it, I embraced it.
(Caspien)
I had our things packed this morning, and Cali helped go through Willa’s new clothes and set aside things for the weekend.
I showered and ensured my beard was trimmed, combing my hair back a bit. That took all of fifteen minutes. I sat with Holden, and we watched some TV to pass the time while I answered some emails on behalf of The Dracos Group.
Dusk was starting to settle, and that was my cue; I put on my tux, and Holden handed me a glass of red when I came back down.
“Nervous?” Holden asked.
“No,” I responded honestly.
What did I have to be nervous about? I was worried about how it would affect Willa, but not for my sake. None of these people had ever intimidated me before, were even second thoughts. Now that I had my perfect mate, my princess, by my side, they mattered even less.
Cali came down and stretched out on Holden’s lap, feigning exhaustion. Rachel stood to talk to Willa on the landing but blocked my mate’s view. She turned with a timid smile and walked down, and handed me a polaroid camera.
“I already got some for Anthony, but you should take it along,” She offered a smile, and I held my hand out for it, “Bye, everyone.”
“Goodbye,” I managed out, trying not to sound angry. I knew some of the anger was misplaced, but I found it hard to forgive anyone that crossed my family intentionally or not.
“Bye,” Cali called after her, but I wasn’t paying attention to them.
Willa was walking down the steps; even from the side, she was breathtaking. I stood and set down my glass to meet her at the bottom.
When her eyes met mine, a bright smile tugged at her lips, painted a dark, alluring red. Her eyes, my favorite color, were big and bright but seductive.
“Holy,” I breathed.
I didn’t have words to describe this Goddess. Atlas seemed to purr in my mind at the sight of our mate.
I grabbed her hands, enjoying the feeling of the cool material of her gloves against my warm palms, and looked her over.
This dress, Goddess, help me. It hugged her perfectly. Her b*reas*ts swelled with her shallow breathing, and a slight blush came over her cheeks at my appraising stare.
I brushed my hand over her neck and ran my thumb along her marking spot. She shuddered under my touch. I just had to make sure that it was real, that she was mine, only mine.
“Willa, you are everything,” Words didn’t describe the range of feelings crashing through me.
Awe of her and her ability to face what she was about to with her head held high, humbled that The Moon Goddess let me be paired with this perfect woman. Love, so much love for everything that she was and how she helped shape me, and complete and utter pride at being able to stand by her side. And that barely scratched the surface.
Awh
Shut up – I tried to tuck Atlas away.
Willa took a deep breath, not looking away from my gaze.
“We should get going,” She whispered, swallowing.
“I cannot wait to peel this off of you later.” I lowered my voice.
“Very gently,” Cali called from the couch, “That dress is expensive. Damn, werewolf hearing really is great.”
Willa closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head once.
“We got everything here. You guys have a good time.” Holden said, “You look fantastic, Willa. Go give them h*ell.”
“You guys have an apartment, you know,” I looked at them, cuddled up on my couch.
“I’m comfy, and it smells like you,” Holden settled in.
“Lock it up when you leave. Go to your place tonight.” My voice didn’t leave room for question, and even Holden wasn’t dumb enough to go up against my requests.
This was my family house now.
I wrapped my hand around Willa’s waist, savoring her steady warmth. We went downstairs to say our goodbyes to Emmett before we left for the weekend.
“A limo really?” She raised a brow.
“I like to arrive in style, also fashionably on time.” I helped her in, “I also like to make an entrance.”
“That I know,” She responded.
I could feel her nerves through the bond. I took her hand in mine and rubbed the back of her soft knuckles with my thumb.
With each passing mile, she seemed to get more fidgety.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I finally asked.
I realized that usually, once I gave her some time to sort through things, If I gave her an opening, then she would be ready to talk about it. She was willing to share her thoughts and feelings, but I often had to prompt her.
She opened her mouth and then closed it again, “Nothing that you don’t already know. No matter how we approach it it’s going to make a big scene, something I usually try to avoid,” She shrugged, looking at me, “I want this weekend to go well, and I don’t want drama to loom over the reason why we are going and it will.”
“This weekend will go well,” I promised.
I would bribe, threaten or coerce any Alpha to agree to my challenge, if they didn’t agree in the first place, that is. I wouldn’t say I was desperate, but I was willing to do anything to get this behind us this week.
“Willa, it will go well.” I looked into her wide green eyes; even in the dark of the car, they seemed luminous.
She nodded once, “Okay,” But she chewed on her lip and didn’t seem confident.
“Anything else you want to talk about?” I placed a hand on her thigh.
“Not really,” She shrugged, “Just crippling anxiety,” She tried to give me a small smile.
“Now that I can help with.” I shifted in my seat and pulled an open bottle of champagne and filled a flute for her, “Don’t spill this,” I looked at her seriously.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Her brows bunched.
I got on the floor of the car, thankful for the amount of room there. I planned on being here for as long as she could handle.
Grabbing her ankle, I looked at her black stilettos appreciatively before meeting her gaze.
“More comfortable than you think,” She shrugged, but her eyes were hungry, and her breathing was already quickening. I loved that I was the one that could make her feel like this; all of her o*rgas*ms from here to eternity belonged to me.
You think she’s never going to m.asturbate?
Go away – I shook my head, smiling at my i.diot wolf.
“Drink, princess,” I met her hungry stare, “You make sure that doesn’t spill, and I’ll make sure nothing down here does.” She swallowed.
I slowly pushed up her dress, readjusting her so that the skirt fanned next to her; I was thankful that the part that hugged her perfect body was able to push up enough to right under her belly button.
“I didn’t think this dress could get prettier, but this view, you half n*ake*d ready and wanting, is definitely an upgrade.”
Her cheeks flushed under my gaze, and she took a long sip.
“Good,” I reached over to top up her glass, and she frowned, “Can’t make it too easy on you, can we?”
I ran a finger on the back of her cheek, down over the soft skin of her neck, she shuddered when I reached her marking spot, and the scent of her sweet arousal filled the air.
I took a deep breath and settled back down on my knees between my mate’s legs where I really wanted to be.
My palms pushed her legs gently wider. I made sure that the dress wouldn’t rip.
“Try not to move. We don’t want to rip this gorgeous dress, not yet, at least.”
“You wouldn’t dare, Caspien, I swear-“
Her breath hitched as I dipped a finger under black lace u.nderwear, and hooked it, pulling it aside, leaving her bare. I ran my nose along her entrance, inhaling my mate’s scent. My d*ic*k t.witched against my pants, and I tried to ignore it. This was all about her. I would get my turn later.
My thumbs ran circles on her thighs; I wanted her to calm down as much as I wanted to give her a distraction.
H*ell, that was b.ullshit, I wanted my mate to finish on my t.ongue, to taste her sweet r.elease. This was just as much for me as it was for her.
I pulled back, and she whimpered. I heard her take a sip, and I smiled. I ran a thumb up along her wet entrance, barely dipping it into her opening.
She let out a sweet soft moan as I lightly ma*s*saged her. I felt up and down her entrance before allowing myself the p.leasure of dipping my thumb further to feel her warm softness. I circled my thumb lazily inside her, and she responded, lifting herself to meet me.
“Stay still,” I growled.
I wanted this to build for her, slow and sweet.
I removed my thumb covered in her and ran it around her s.ensitive bud. Her thighs tensed, and she breathed in. I knew she wanted friction.
I pushed down lightly, rubbing small circles. Her breathing sped up. I was barely touching her and seeing her start to come undone made me feel.
Warm and fuzzy
Something like that
“Hold onto your glass.” I ignored my wolf.
I dipped my head f.licked my tongue over her opening, keeping up my slow motion with my thumb on her c.lit. Goddess, she tasted so good. I growled in approval earning me a m.oan as Willa fought to keep still beneath me.
I mimicked the same slow motions I did with my thumb with my tongue. Slightly dipping into her and then circling her tight entrance. Up and down, in and out.
It was hard; all I wanted to do was bury my tongue deep inside her.
“Caspien,” She sighed.
She entangled her hand in my hair and thrust her hips forward, trying to ride my tongue. I smiled against her opening.
“Please,” Her voice was breathless. Goddess, I loved when she begged for me.
I p.lunged my tongue deep inside her, and she cried out, grabbing my hair in a tight fist. I growled into her, my d*ic*k was almost painfully hard, straining against its confines.
“Caspien,” She breathed.
Her soft m.oans and breathless panting were almost as delicious as she was.
I reluctantly pulled away, knowing what she really needed. I replaced my tongue with a finger and flicked it inside her; she w.rithed at the c.ontact she was craving.
“Stay still,” I reminded her, and she stilled a bit.
I took her b.ud in my mouth and s*uc*ked it gently, grazing it with my teeth as I added another finger to her t.ight warmth.
I built her up slowly. Pulling my fingers out to the tips before p.lunging them back in, increasing my pace with every dip until I built to a steady rhythm that I knew would be her undoing.
Her grip on my hair tightened as I continued to drink in my mate’s p.leasure at my hands.
Her m.oans strung together as her inner walls clenched around my fingers. I drove my fingers in deep and curled them, and she exploded on me.
Satisfaction coursed through me as her hands clenched and unclenched my hair, and her body because taunt as her p.leasure ripped through her in steady waves. I held her as still as possible, feeling her thigh muscles tense under my palm. My name was back on her lips, making my stomach flip.
I helped her come down, slowing my movements inside her before I made good on my promise and made sure none of her sweetness spilled onto her dress. When I left the only thing left on her, I replaced her underwear and sat back, helping her pull down her dress.
I sat beside her and noticed a half-full champagne glass in her hands.
“You didn’t drink it,” I frowned, but internally I loved that she was so focused on nothing but me.
“I didn’t spill,” She gave me a languid smile, no tension left in it.
“Touche,” I took the glass from her so she could adjust the rest of her dress before taking a long sip myself.
“Sir, we’re five minutes away,” The driver slightly lowered the partition to announce.
“Perfect timing,” I smiled at Willa, but she tensed a bit under my gaze.
We pulled past the gates and down a short drive before stopping outside the packhouse.
“Ready, princess?” I held out my hand to her.
Her brilliant smile didn’t falter as she put her gloved hand in mine.