06: A shy flower

Zach POV

The moon is waxing. So is my monthly curse. I can feel the beast's strength and intensity growing as it often does before he emerges on the full moon. Three days from now, I will go into my cage where Justin and Caleb will secure the lock to contain the evil inside me. It's the only way to keep my kingdom safe.

I need to take the edge off badly. As usual, I have gone racing and done all sorts of cardio before coming here. This is my last exercise before I turn in for the night. As I stare at the trembling girl sitting by the bed, I almost wish the Matron hadn't recommended her. A highborn fresh find. That's what she called her.

“What's the matter, Butterfly? Not expecting your king to choose you?” I ask, moving further into the room.

“N..no, your majesty,” she stutters, keeping her head down.

She shifts nervously on the bed, causing the pretty ribbon wrapped around her body to loosen slightly. My groin stiffens.

“The Matron said she has a special premium for me tonight. I see what she means. You seem special. I hear you're new to the job.”

“Yes, your majesty.” Her voice cracks.

That voice is oddly familiar. Ah, well. It doesn't bother me. She could be any of the girls I see around. The mask reveals nothing of her perfectly shaped face. At least, I can see her light brown eyes and nice lips. Very pretty. Full lips. It doesn't matter to me if I know her or not.

I better get on with why I'm here. Christmas or not, tomorrow is a work day for me. I have a pile of stately matters waiting for my attention. 

I let my gaze move over her, appreciating all the lush, gentle curves and the velvety gold of her smooth skin. She does look like “fresh catch.” 

Like all the other girls’ her jacket is a see-through made from satin net. Every scanty lace covering her feminine spots is on display. My body reacts to the sight, urging me forward. 

She doesn't back away when I beside her on the bench this time. Though it seems like it's taking an effort not to. I can hear her heart thumping. Is it from excitement that her Alpha King is about to claim her? I hope so. The scent in the air is too thick, but I catch a trace of fear. I should reassure her somehow.

“I bite, butterfly,” I reach out and take the ribbon holding the net jacket in place. I start to pull it open, unwrapping my Christmas present as I add, "But I promise you'll like it.”

The net jacket falls open. Her cleavage is full and madly inviting. I take her hand, feeling it shake a little. Making her rise, I lead to the bed and have her stand before me. I want to first devour her with my eyes. She's good to look at but painfully shy and self-conscious. 

A shy prõstitute. I can't help but smile at the irony. Maybe I should have left my mask on. 

“I can't see you,” I remind her as my fingers trail down her body. I wish she would loosen up, but she remains stiff, and my dıck is harder than when I walked in. My patience is slipping away.

Life would be so much easier if I don't even have to come here. Justin says it's bad form to openly sleep with anyone who isn't Madison. The strain and fallout is not worth the trouble because of my position. “You do it with any girl and she expects forever from you.' Not to mention, she could get pregnant intentionally, and I would be forced to keep her. I can't make the same mistake my dad made. I'm a product of such a mistake and know how hard a pup's life can be if they came into the world by such a union.

"I know I'm your first customer," I whisper against her lips. "Don't be nervous. Think of me as your client, not your Alpha King.” 

My words are working the magic. She starts to unclench as her body loosens in my arms. I feel her skin goes warm and her heart takes up a different beat, one I'm quite familiar with. She's getting aroused. Good.

“Pretend you were here yesterday,” I lull. “And it was so good that I'm back for more." Her lips part. Only a breath separates our mouth. She expects me to kiss her. Not a chance. Not on her lips.

For the first time since I walked in, I let myself look into her eyes. It's the same color as Tyrel's fruitcake girl. Her face flashes before me. I force that image out of my head to focus on the one in front of me. She's ready for my kiss. I bent and drop my lips on the small birth mark on her collarbone. She melts at the contact. Something thrash inside me, eager for me to claim her. 

It's so intense that I can't tell if Ares, my wolf, or the demon.

A soft, gentle sound escapes her, and I realize that my fangs touched her flesh. I sit back to gain back control.

"Take off the jacket," I order.

I'm trying not to scare her. If I take it off myself, I'll rip it like an animal. That could make her stiffen from my touch once again. She obeys, her hands trembling a little. Damn, she's made for what I'm about to do to her!

I unzip my pants and start to take it off. “Kneel, butterfly.”

Those bewitching eyes widen as they move to the buttons on the wall. She backs away from me. I want to drag her and make her do what I want. But it's only enjoyable if she's willing. She looks at the wall again.

“That's right. I paid for everything. Come here. Get on your knees.” I sound desperate and impatient.

She hesitates, blinking very fast. Her eyes become teary. What the fück is so shocking about sücking a dıck?