Chapter 6: Dangerous!

Austin looked around for her clothes and saw a dress laid out in front of him. He thought, “Maybe this is the dress she was talking about.” He picked it up and looked at it. “Wow. It’s pretty. She actually have good taste in dress.”

Agatha was moving around in the bed making moaning noises as if she was struggling.

Austin frowned. He thought, “What is she doing making such noises.”

“Hmmph. Ahh,” struggled Agatha, making more noises, and making the bed creak.

Austin’s face flushed red as he kept hearing her making alluring sounds. “She’s purposely seducing me with her moans,” he thought. “She’s doing it on purpose.” His breathing quickened. “Goodness. She’s so beautiful. So, breathtakingly gorgeous.”

Agatha continued on making more noises as the bed creaked louder. It was piquing Austin’s interest.

Austin was becoming excited.

“Mate,” said his inner instincts.

Austin manhood bulged. He gulped and panted thinking, “Is this it? Is this time to lay claim to my unwanted bride. To someone whom I will call as my mate. My Luna. Someone who I hate will now become my fated one?”

After a minute of Agatha not moving around, he frowned. “What? Why is it so quiet?” he thought. Nothing was stirring. He continued on thinking, “What is she doing now? Why is there no more movement.”

A few seconds went by and there was silence. He quietly whispers, “Huh? What’s up with the silence? She was making such dirty moans a few seconds ago, and now she’s quiet. Quiet as a mouse. Everything's gone still.”

Austin, curious of what happened, turned around to see what she was doing. He saw Agatha crawling off the bed. She was in a dog and downward position. He gasped at the sight of her. His sense went off the chart. His mind was making him think dirty.

Agatha didn’t have her undergarment or bra on. Her hands was covering her plumpish breasts. Her laces of lingerie was embracing her curved and slender body. She was very appealing in her position.

Austin was breathing fast and hard at her near nakedness. He gulped loudly as he intake the sight of her. His manhood leaped with joy.

“MATE!” screamed his inner instincts.

Austin was clenching his fist tightly as he tried to hold himself back.

Agatha sighs in relief as she got loose from all the tangled threads. She finally escapes from the string like web entrapment. Feeling someone’s eyes on her she looked up and saw Austin staring at her.

“Ahh!” gasped Agatha. She pulled the half torn curtain over her body again.

Austin’s breathing quickened as she lay there beautifully before him.

"Take her!" shouted his inner instincts. "Mate!"

Austin moved towards her.

Agatha shook her head. “N-No.”

Austin’s eye widened as he nearly lost impulse and took her. He quickly turned his head back around. “I’m-I’m-I’m sorry.”

Agatha felt her heart pounding out of her chest as she saw the look in Austin’s eyes. It looked as if he was ready to take her and mated with her right there and then. The fear of him taking her against her will was frightening. She scooted to where her back hit the bedpost.

Austin’s breathing continued to be labored as he was trying to calm himself down. He was trying to calm his inner instincts from taking her. Her captivated look, her beauty, her gorgeous body, all of it. How he wanted to ravage her. How he was willing to commit a crime. The crime of raping his beautiful wife.

Austin shook his head furiously. “No! No! I can’t. I can’t do that to her. She wasn’t willing to. She didn’t want to mate. I cannot force her," he thought.

Austin smashed his fist into the table. “Of course, she wouldn’t. Especially not after what I said to her last night,” he thought. He grunted in pain. He was suffering greatly at the need. The urge to mate.

“You idiot!” shouted his inner instincts. “She’s practically naked for you. She’s ready for your taking. She’s everything you ever wanted. She’s beautiful. She have the prefect body. She’s rightfully yours. Rightfully yours to take. So! Take her. She’s your mate. Make her yours.”

Agatha was going to get ready to shift and make a run. She would jump out of the bed if he came for her.

Austin was blushing red. As he tried to hold onto his urges. "Stop it!" he thought. He couldn’t believe that his cursed princess was making him yearn for her.

Austin put his hand to his face and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look.” After saying that, he was finally able to calm down a little bit.

His inner instincts slowly died down. He have slightly suppressed his urge to mate. He exhaled quietly as he was able to catch his breath.

Agatha frowned as she thought she had misheard him. “What did you say?”

“I said, I was sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you.”

“Then-Then why did you in the first place?”

“I was-I was hearing you move around, and you know-”

“Know what?”

“Well, you were making noises. Moaning and grunting.”

“Doesn’t make it any of your concern to turn around.”

Austin thought, “Of course, not. I was just interested in what you were doing that’s all.” Then he said, “I did ask you a question.”

“Like what?” asked Agatha, as she didn’t remember hearing him. She was too busy untangling herself from the layers of threads trapping her to the bed.

“I asked you if it was the right dress, but you didn’t answer.”

“So? Doesn’t mean you look around to see what I’m doing.”

“I just thought-”

“You knew I was nearly naked. How could you look at me. Invading my privacy.”

“I’m sorry,” said Austin, sighing with guilt.

“Truly?” questioned Agatha, after hearing the remorse in his voice.

Austin nodded. “I truly am. I won’t do it again.”

“You won’t come pouncing on me.”

Austin chuckled silently to himself. He then said, “No. Of course not. I wouldn’t take you against your wish.”

“Okay. I’m going to hold you to your words.”

“Alright,” said Austin, nodding his head.

Agatha got off the bed and took her dress from him. She went behind the folding screen and changed into her dress.

Austin slowly turned his head around to make sure she wasn’t behind him. He sighed in relief. She was nowhere in his sight. He tapped his chest to calm his heart down. “That was dangerous,” he thought.