Werewolf husband

I don't know how long, a day or two? The werewolf's rut came fast and furious. I was initially affected by his pheromones, but my body was the first to suffer. When I wanted to beg for mercy, the werewolf got rougher.

When I woke up again, the werewolf was nowhere to be found except in the mess of my bed.

I'm afraid he really thinks I'm a prostitute, just a tool for rutting. I laugh self-deprecating laugh, just want to get up, body tearing pain let me cry out again, that damn guy, he did not care about my body, only to vent.

I lingered on the bed for a long time before I finally got up. I had been working so long that I was dizzy with hunger. When I came out of the room, I happened to see Leigh & Orange with fresh bread and milk. He looked at me and put on a nice smile. "You're awake, Ma'am."

I subconsciously wrapped the clothes on my body, trying to cover up the traces of the guy left on my body, but my awkward walk, or exposed.

Leigh & Orange didn't know whether he meant to or not. He raised the corner of his mouth. "Madam, you've worked hard. I've prepared a meal for you. If you have anything else you'd like to eat, you can tell me."

I was embarrassed to find a hole in the ground, but still pretended to calm, "You, how come?"

"It is the master's command," Leigh & Orange seemed to be thinking, and then began to explain, "The master is satisfied with the three days he has spent with you in heat."

That sort of comment about women in the red-light district sounds really annoying. But so what, I am a subordinate, moreover, useful is better than useless, at least I did not like other people, died in his bed.

But it's been three days? I thought that only two days, three days without food or drink was he pressed on the bed to do, I was still alive, I really do not know whether to celebrate the tenacity of life.

"Will you be here all day?"

I ate the toast as slowly as I could. The hunger made me want to take the whole piece and shove it in my mouth, but it was so rude that I had to divert my attention.

Leigh & Orange brought me a blanket and put it on my naked knee.

"I will take care of you until your body recovers."

Ahem. I almost choked. What was that supposed to mean? I couldn't help but notice that the werewolf was a loose cannon. He ate it up like a John and ran off, leaving his servant to wait on him.

"Listen, I'm fine. I don't need you to serve me. I'd like to know more about your master, Arthur's schedule. I don't want him to be like..."

I swallowed back the words and changed to a more gentle way of saying, "At least give me a heads-up before he comes over next time, so I can prepare myself mentally."

"I'm afraid I can't do what you ask, Madam. My master never tells anyone his arrangements."

Leigh & Orange looked troubled. I knew he was just doing his master's bidding, of course, but I wasn't happy. The werewolf was a madman, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long I'll be staying here, but if I don't know where he is in time, it's going to be difficult.

I'm not going to be a canary, and since I can't control his movements, I'll have to find a way to keep him safe.

15

For the next week, nothing happened. It was like a dream.

I live safely in the villa, and instead of making cookies to pass the time, I spend most of my time reading in my study. There is no WI-FI, and my recreational activities are limited. Of course, I could have gone out, but now that I live here as Eve, I have to be more careful not to be seen.

But I missed Angelo so much, I had no contact information for a caregiver and had to call my father.

"Father, how is Angelo?"

"Calista, as long as you do as you're told, he'll be fine."

Father was warning me, of course I know, but I miss him so much, and I'm dying to know if he's doing well, if he's feeling any better, "Can I at least hear his voice, please, Father?"

I hadn't heard my father's voice on the other end of the line when the doorbell rang. It was my protection against Arthur the werewolf. It had been so quiet for a while that I didn't think he would show up. I quickly hung up the phone, Barefoot quietly walked to the door, just as I opened the door, a tall figure suddenly pounced on me.

"Arthur?"

He grunted and nuzzled his head in my arms.

I was relieved to be able to identify him, at least to make sure it wasn't someone strange.

I relaxed and tried to communicate with him. "Can you get up? We haven't officially met."

Even though I did everything, I was so dazed by his pheromones that I still don't know what he looked like, but I was impressed by his dark green eyes.

"Don't move."

When I tried to get up, he hugged me harder, and he sniffed at my neck, mesmerized. "You smell so good. I love it."

"This is a body wash from Leigh & Orange. You can try it if you like."

I tried to be as calm as I could, thinking he liked the smell of body wash, and I was at a loss as I heard his chuckle.

Then he nibbled at my glands with his fangs, and my alarm clock rang in an instant, waving my hands to push him away.

"No!"

It was uncontrollable and terrifying, and the moment he injected the pheromone, my sanity drained away like a slut trying to have sex under him.

I didn't like the feeling of losing control, so I had to calm him down and stop biting his glands.

"I won't bite, you be good."

His voice was magnetic, mature and elegant, and I might have had a better impression of him if it hadn't been for the awkward atmosphere.

After a while, I felt his body slowly relax, and he leaned against my ear, breathing long, as if asleep.

I didn't dare move, for fear of startling him again, so I lay under him in this awkward position, but he didn't do that strange thing last time, and I don't know what he will do today.

It took about two hours for him to get up from me, and by this time I was exhausted and the weight of a grown man was on top of me, and it was a terrible experience.

I rubbed the sour arm, in front of a sudden out of a broad palm, he seems to be pulling me up.

When I looked up and saw him, I panicked.

Arthur the werewolf? !

16

I was flooded with memories of the night three and a half years ago when the man who had torn my clothes and raped me would turn out to be my brother-in-law, now husband, Arthur Brooksville.

This is a big joke!

No. Would he recognize me now? It was like I recognized him.

"Can't get up?"

The handsome werewolf reached down and picked me up, put me on the couch, and I was so stunned that I let him get close, and his breath hit my face, the face I'd seen so many times in my nightmares, this moment just appeared in front of my eyes.

Those painful memories, let me not stop trembling.

He reached out and gently lifted my chin. "Are You Afraid of Me?"

"I. . ."

My voice is trembling, completely unable to say a complete sentence.

"Because of last time?"

He didn't seem to recognize me. He was trying to comfort me, his tone distant from his wife's. "I'm sorry you had such an unpleasant experience," he said

He seemed like a real gentleman, but the more he did, the more I feared him. I'll never forget the night he raped me like a madman.

"Don't you know me?"

"Eve DeWitt, my wife."

And sure enough, he didn't recognize me, the werewolf that night was out of his mind, probably thinking he was sleeping with a hooker, and I was ruining my life because of his sexual urges, and I hated him so much, i wish I could have killed him, but he was right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything.

This body to his fear, as if born, I can not resist his approach, but also can not release malice to him. This sense of contradiction, so that I can not help tears.

He did not remember anything, but gently for me to wipe away the tears, "I Let You So Sad?"

It's you, you stupid werewolf! You made me what I am!

But I couldn't speak, and if I did, it would mean a lie from the DeWitt family, and my father would never let me go.

I was sad, crying out of control. I had never cried when Angelo was born in such pain, but I couldn't stop myself from crying in front of this stupid werewolf.

"Do you think I'm just a sex toy?"

I slapped him so hard, and when I was done, I regretted it. I shouldn't have done it. I knew what he meant, but my body moved faster than my brain. I pretended to be calm, venting his frustrations, "I was asked to exchange rings with a dog at the wedding, and in the middle of the night I was forced to be horny. Arthur Brooksville, you can't humiliate me like that!"

Arthur was horrified by my attitude. He didn't mind the beating. Instead, he bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry you had such a bad memory. Eve DeWitt, I apologize."

He knelt on one knee, took my fingertips in his right hand to his lips, and planted a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.

"Can you forgive me?"

Watching his innocent expression, my heart beating uncontrollably, my cheeks burning, it was so strange, he seemed to have some kind of magic, as long as he faced him, my sanity always disappears without a trace.

I pulled back my hand and said casually, "Okay, I forgive you."

17

He smiled, looking more handsome than before.

I stared at his face and was lost in thought. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, as if sensing my thoughts. I seemed to be mesmerized by him. I coughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, "Do you always surprise me like this? Showing up in my room without any notice and doing that to me."

"That kind of thing?"

He suddenly leaned over me, and the strange feeling returned. I reached out to stop him, but he Take My Hand and kissed me on the lips, "If I remember correctly, you are now my wife, and the pleasures of husband and wife require an advance report?"

Why didn't anyone tell me that this damn werewolf was such a flirt? He was always able to stir up my emotions so easily that the places I'd been kissed felt numb and my entire body went soft.

"I thought you didn't like the marriage."

After all, the fact that he was able to humiliate me with a dog at the wedding was pretty much everything. He didn't like being arranged, but he had to accept a family marriage, and that's why he did it this way, to make me understand my place.

He laughed silently. "I really didn't expect it until I met you."

"I guess I have a little attraction for you."

It's not my style to be led by the nose all the time. I Make the host and the guest exchange roles and gently rubbed my foot against his thigh. He was visibly responsive, but I pulled away as he approached.

He didn't seem angry. He grabbed my ankles and rubbed my feet in a secret place. I could hear him purring in his throat, like a cat.

"My dear lady, you underestimate yourself, and it seems to me," the lust in his eyes was too obvious, "That you fascinate me."

I was keenly aware of his desire, and if I went on, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get out of bed again.

I wanted to escape, but he was one step ahead of me, the right hand grasp my ankle a little force, I fell into his arms inertia.

"Eve, you're throwing yourself at me."

It was on purpose. When I looked up to confront him, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed my lips aggressively. His hot breath intertwined, and my body became weak in an instant, can only passively bear him, hands unconsciously around his neck.

My movements seemed to please him, and he gently bit my lower lip and chuckled. "Looks like our bodies are in Sync, Eve."

My reason came back in a moment, and I pushed him away.

He looked at me somewhat puzzled, God knows just also with the very tacit understanding, but in an instant I will pull away, eyes covered with cold.

He called her by name, and though I knew he did not know her, I knew very well that I was marrying him in her place.

Our marriage is a big lie, and I don't know what will happen if he finds out one day.

"Is that what this is about?"

I deliberately unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my coldest side to him. "I'm tired today, so please hurry up."

Arthur's gaze turned cold. His warmth disappeared and was replaced by cold sarcasm. "You don't have to open your legs to me like a prostitute. I Won't force an unwilling woman."