Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Good girl," he smirked in a despicable manner while he patted my head like a little bitch.

Slowly, Tyler cupped my face. His other hand drifted away into my wet core, pushing a finger every time I blinked and pulling as I looked straight in his eyes.

"Now kiss me on the neck and scratch it using your forefinger." Inside my head, I wanted to protest badly. But his sexiness and the fact he's using his Alpha voice to command me...I cannot.

I am a slave today; the slave's master is the man she's married to.

And that is why I fucking love my Alpha Tyler, because despite of those horrendous things happened around him, his dick still has the capability to stand tall.

Obeying like a good little wolf, I moved my head and started kissing his neck. Each kiss is a little reminder that he's here with me and I am still with him, alive and breathing; horny but loving. My hand slipped from his hardened stomach down to the tip of his towel to reveal his poking sex. But he caught my hands mid-air, putting it on his neck instead. His hand is now slowly leaving my pussy.

"Not a chance," he whispered in my ears, breathing uneven. I still have to tiptoe in order to deepen my kiss on his neck and use my forefinger to scratch it. I left marks on his collarbones and saw the bulge going up and down while I did it.

Tyler started panting heavily when I deepened the kiss even more. His heart thundered and drummed on the palm of my hand as I placed it on his muscular chest. I didn't know I could do this great when he used his Alpha's voice to command. Maybe because this is what I wanted all this time: to be rough and act as a slave while also showing to him that I can be a master who can also command him like this anytime, and anywhere.

What I desire the most is kissing Alpha Tyler; pleasuring him and surrendering to him as all wives do to their husbands and them to us.

"Fuck, you're becoming so good at this, huh?" he whispered and one second later, his veiny hands were wrapped around my neck to softly choke me. I was never choked by him before. It hurts but it also felt so good and orgasmic. He parted my hair to the right and started kissing me on the erotic spot of my neck; Tyler's warm lips leaving a trail of intimacy on my skin. I whimpered when his tongue hit a spot that already makes me wet-noveldrama

Down there...he began to slide my panties until it reached the floor. From there, he started touching and fucking me with his hand.

Until his warm and wild tongue replaced those three fingers and I ended up gripping his hair and the couch as if I was holding onto the last piece of rope before I plummeted to the sea of lunacy.

***

The morning was intense after that, like every morning does when I wake up next to him. And him to me.

My plan is always ruined when Tyler is in the picture. Now, I finally have the time to breathe properly without my heart throbbing and my pussy wetting. I made a checklist on my notes app and everything's going smoothly. While rechecking my things and Tyler's things, I saw a notification on my phone. It was Tyler's. He told me that we can't have our private jet for our trip so we have to be 'normal' and conform with the crowd in the airport.

Although there are bodyguards in black suits around us, mortal servants outside Selena's Wall, I think no one notices that they were our men when we went to the airport. They're so casual and normal-looking.

Grabbing my duffel bag, Tyler took it away from my hand and jerked his chin to the door. "Go inside first."

Smiling because of him being a gentleman-like figure right now (which was on rare occasions by the way), I tighten my coat and do as I was told. It didn't slip on my eyes how the flight attendant tried to flirt with my husband.

I gave her an intense glare one as venomous as a cobra. And she immediately stopped as soon as I slid my hand on my belly, my palm lingering there.

'That's right, bitch. I'm pregnant.'

I hold my husband's hand as we walk on the aisle, showing to everyone that he is fucking mine. And only mine.

We got an economy ticket and not the business one because I wanted to. I don't want to be secluded in a place with Tyler because the Trinity Goddess knows what will happen. 'Oh Stella, just thinking about it makes my cheeks already flushed!'

"Are you okay?” Tyler asked as soon as we were seated. He looked a bit worried so I just gave him a breathy laugh. "Nothing, of course."

Tyler nodded at me, and then to the man in black at our back. It was one of our bodyguards, just in case something happens, according to Tyler. What could go possibly wrong with our trip? We have so many bodyguards. Not to mention the fact that he's a fucking storm-summoning, fire- wielding, water-controlling, and earth-manipulating Alpha. I think he's just paranoid because it's my first time getting out of Stella's Soul since the night of February twenty-ninth. And I'mpregnant with our first child.

The first thirty-minutes of the flight were alright, nothing exciting and nothing panicking. That flight attendant did not try flirting with my husband again because I purposely showed her our intertwined hands, with the blue and white diamond rings glinting on our fingers. Tyler was busy typing with his laptop, probably business and work. I almost forgot that he knows how to use one, to be honest.

While me...I was trying to sleep so that me and the baby could store energy as soon as we landed to hell where Tyler is taking me.

I heard it was Greece. But maybe he will take me to Finland? Or Iceland? Or maybe to Antarctica, I don't know. Penguin-watching perhaps.

Unfortunately, I could not sleep. Not with another flight attendant trying to flirt with my husband again. This time, she's a red-head.

'Oh Selena...' I put my hand on my forehead. Do these women still have some dignity and shame? I am literally beside Tyler.

"I did not request a coffee," my husband's baritone voice echoed in our seat, not even giving a glance to the bowing flight attendant beside her. The woman flashed her wide set of teeth and apologized to Tyler. I know she just wanted excuses to see my husband.

Well, if they want, I can give them a two by two size of his face just in case they forget that this billionaire is also one of the stockholders of this airplane company.

But seriously, is that how attractive he is to other mortals? Well, I know he is so gorgeous and handsome and muscular but... 'Maybe I could ask Tyler to burn a bit of their hair in order to learn their lesson?'

Now, I am determined not to sleep anymore. I did not even dare close my eyes. I don't know why I am acting possessive towards him but I am indeed acting possessive towards him NOW. I should keep on guard or another bitch will leech and hit on my Alpha again.

'Perhaps I can request him to shift into his wolf and let these women know that he's a freaking carnivorous canine and the only one who can tame him is me, which is his owner and beautiful wife?'

I just shrugged, brushing that maleficent thought for the clouds to condense them. Sighing for the nth time, Tyler noticed me. "Are you uncomfortable here? We can request the-"

I cut him off mid-sentence. "No, I'm fine here," I said in a subtle angry voice. Why is his face so drop dead gorgeous and attention-seeking? Not to mention even his breath could flocked a thousand women. Even the other passengers, both young and old, married and with a boyfriend, are glancing at my Tyler from time to time.

'Oh Goddess Aurora...this is making me insane!' I mused.

I should've known this in the first place, that the man I marry is not some ordinary guy. He's not some ordinary supermodel or Hollywood actor. He's not some ordinary motherfucking Chief Executive Officer or billionaire.

He is Tyler Jane Moonstorm, Alpha of the Silver Pack, Protector of Stella's Soul, Guardian of Moonburn, and the Stormbringer.

And most of all, he is married to me. And to me only.