The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE ~

I return home, my mind a disastrous mess of emotions. I head upstairs, my paws making the floorboards creak before I enter my bedroom.

I shift, staring down at my c**k. I'm still hard.

F**k, who am I kidding? There is nothing I want more than to plough into her, take her V card for my own and revel in the fact that I'm the first man to taste her. If she feels half as good wrapped around my c**k as kissing her felt... then...

My c**k throbs at the thought, blood pulsing through it, and I drop onto the bed, wrapping my hand around my shaft as I close my eyes. My heart is still racing from the speed that I had run back at.

I now envision her, naked and dripping with water as she presses her voluptuous tits together, the way her coyness mixes with seductiveness... the way her body felt... her smooth p***y that I just want to bury my face in.

I suck back a groan as I jerk off to the thought of her, relishing in the memory of her lips against mine, her nipples grazing my chest. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. Her stomach against mine... imagining spreading her thick sexy thighs and slamming into her. Her pussy dripping wet as she moans my name, her dainty fingers clawing into my chest as she screams in pleasure.

Oh f**k yeah.

I can feel it building, the heightening pleasure as I imagine her walls clamping around me, her juices squirting from her cunt and I come, shooting my load.

"Fuck..." I grunt as I deliver another few strokes until I ride out my high coming back to earth with a cold awakening, I breathe hard trying to regain myself, realising I just wanked off to none other than Kataleya Rossi and I really don't fucking care.

She's an object of sexual pleasure for me, nothing more... It doesn't matter if I c*m to the thought of her, she's nothing more than that. Just a sex doll that I want to use. Yeah... nothing more.

I clench my jaw as I get up, deciding to wash off before I get to work, trying not to think of the woman I left behind near the waterfall, but the question niggles at my mind.

If I hadn't stopped... what would have happened?

I avoid her for the rest of the day and the following. There was something about that fucking kiss that I can't get out of my fucking head, and I need it gone. Today, Alpha Luis and his daughter are arriving and my f*****g nerves are on edge. This might be a bad idea... I mean, why the f**k am I settling for someone with a pack that isn't that big? Why not aim bigger...

And no, I don't f*****g mean the Rossi Princesa but someone else...

Wealth and power.

Alpha Luis has both and without any other male heir... it would go to his daughter, whose name I have forgotten. I'm sure he's mentioned it.

Not that it matters. He has good links, and if I attain his land... then those allies and links become mine...

"They've crossed into pack territory," Carlos says quietly. I can see Jose standing off in the distance and although I have stripped him of rank, he himself hasn't come to talk to me...not fucking once.

He should apologise no? But he hasn't. Is he really being stubborn because he thinks he did the right thing which he didn't?

Cabrón.

"What's the woman's name?" I now ask as I stand on the steps to the packhouse awaiting our guests. I'm wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me.

"Marie," Carlos says.

"Age?" I ask. "Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?"

"I don't know her age..." Carlos admits sheepishly.

"Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she's completed a degree in geography and physics," Jose says without looking at me.

I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

"Cabrón, did I ask you?" I growl just as I hear the sound of heels behind me and I know who it is before she even steps forward, but instead of standing beside me, she stands beside Jose, much to my irritation. A light touch of floral scent mixes with her own delicious scent. Why does she need perfume when she smells so fucking good without it?

Jose doesn't respond to me and that only makes me more annoyed.

Idiots. All of them...

She places a hand on her skirt as a light wind blows.

The urge to turn to look at her is overpowering... she's wearing a soft pink and white dress, one that is just above her knees from what I can tell... her hair is pulled back, but I'm not sure in what style...

I've been avoiding her entirely... sleeping in my office and leaving early... that kiss... I've kissed enough women, but that kiss...

"Why are you here?" I ask icily, now turning and glaring at her.

Her hair is braided with a few tendrils framing her perfect little annoying angelic face. And her dress cinches in at the waist, emphasising those sexy tits of hers. Her cleavage tempting me further.

"I told you I will welcome her properly." She replies gracefully- or should I say in a f*****g antagonising manner.

Before I can even reply, the sound of cars approaching makes me bite my tongue. I take a long drag on the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath my boot.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" I ask Carlos, making sure Kataleya is listening. Carlos looks confused for a second?

Why did I make this fool my delta? He's the dumbest man I've met. I should tell his mother how useless he is. She will beat him good and proper.

"Oh! yes yes! She is, I think she's beautiful like a flower." He says but then he tilts his head, smiling as he looks at Kataleya.

I growl menacingly at him. "I mean my luna to be, Marien."

"Marie..." Carlos mumbles and I hear Kataleya giggle. I clench my jaw.

'She is a beauty... but not your type,' Jose has the audacity to say through the link.

My head snaps to him, but at that moment, the cars drive through the gates and I turn back to them. Luck is on his side... for now.

They park up, and the driver opens the door to reveal Luis himself stepping out. He's about 6 foot, muscles that have softened with lack of training but still in shape and medium brown eyes. He has short black hair with a speckle of white. He steps aside and I see her legs first, or should I say pins...

I clench my jaw, knowing before I even see her what Jose meant. She steps out in a white cotton dress with a tan button waistcoat on top.

Yeah... pretty, but way... way... not my type... did I tell Kataleya I liked women with meat? I might have... I could backtrack... because there's no way I can play off that this woman has any meat.

She looks like she's walked out of a modelling magazine where it's a competition who is the boniest and survives on leaves.

She's an inch or so taller than Kataleya, but her slim physique just makes her look longer, her dark hair falls below her shoulders, rather short hair too...

She glances curiously at me, observing me through her squinted eyes; the sunlight hits her directly, but she doesn't glow the way my-f**k it.

One scathing look in her eyes and she's forced to look away.

That's better.

She should know where she belongs.

"Alpha Enrique!" Luis says, as he steps forward and spreads his arms.

"Alpha Luis," I reply as I step down the steps and embrace him emotionlessly. Stepping back, he motions to the woman beside him, "My daughter, Marie."

I look at the woman who smiles at me. Comparing it to Kataleya's, it's nothing special... What the f**k am I doing?

"Hi," I say, offering her my left hand. I see her gaze flicker to the one in my pocket, no doubt knowing that I am missing one before she smiles bravely and accepts my hand. "Nice to meet you, Alpha Enrique." She lowers her head again.

I pull my hand away, noticing she isn't wearing any jewellery. She could have at least made an effort... she doesn't seem very feminine... I glance at Kataleya, the sunlight hitting her bangles and rings, and her necklace. Wait... isn't that the necklace I took from her? It better fucking not be.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"My Beta Jose, and my Delta Carlos," I say without thinking, then internally kick myself.

Did I just introduce him as my f*****g beta? Yeah, I fucking did.

My eyes flash as both simply bow their heads politely to Luis.

"And who is this young woman? She doesn't look like she's from around here." Alpha Luis says, his eyes trained on Kataleya. There's something in his eyes that makes my blood boil.

I know he has a f*****g wandering eye, and since he's been without a luna for a while... he doesn't shy away from fucking any woman he can.

"I'm Kataleya, a friend visiting." Kataleya answers politely, and her wording doesn't go unnoticed by me. She didn't say she was my friend, nor did she mention her surname... Doesn't she want to boast about her status?

"Oh my goddess! Kataleya Rossi right?! I've seen you on your sister's social media page! Oh, I'm such a big fan of you guys! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. Can I get a picture with you?" The f**k?

My eyes simmer with irritation as Luis pales. Clearly, he hasn't told his daughter about how I hate the Rossis... yet he must also be confused that I have a Rossi here... I'll figure that shit out later.

"Oh, thank you... of course, maybe later?" Kataleya suggests gently, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Of course! Oh, my Goddess, I'm so excited!" Marie says, sounding a little too excited. "I'm sorry for my outburst..." Her smile is gone. Instead, she looks nervous and bows her head to me. Clearly, her dad must have mind- linked her.

"If you're to be my Luna... you're going to need to work on your mannerisms," I say coldly, turning my back on them.

"Jose! Show them to their rooms. I'll see you all for dinner at six." With those words I storm inside, irritation flooding through me.

How the fuck did she recognise her? And now that Luis knows I have a Rossi here... what exactly am I going to f*****g say to him? "A-alpha!" Carlos calls after me.

'I don't fucking want to hear it. Send señorita Rossi to my office. Now! I growl. The urge to destroy everything consuming me once more...