Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Oh my God—" I could have called forth every saints and idols in every religion.

I shrieked out when his tongue darted to my insides after he knelt down, ready to come. But it stopped. I willed it to stop.

Then he went down at me... until I felt my sudden release that I can no longer keep at bay. "What did I tell you? When I tell you to come, you will. When I tell you not to come, you won't." My throat bobbed with Tyler's thundering words. The way he becomes more overly aggressive and immensely dominant ever since we became husband and wife... is he really the fluffy Tyler I married or is he just like that because I am now his wife?

"I-I'm so-sorry..." I softly said, sending those words to the air enough for him to hear. "You're not going to get another one."

"What? No-" I cried, burying my face in the coldness of my palms.

"Just follow my orders and you will be rewarded." Tyler stood up, stalking towards where his towel hangs. He smirked when he saw my irritated face.

"What an ass," I whispered and took a shower. He was done so he went out of the bathroom already, leaving me alone and still flushed. Still stained in the shades of red.

I wasn't content with what Tyler has done to me. So, I finished on my own, taking matters into my own hands. I imagined his face before me, his lips sucking my nipples, his enormous cock thrusting in and out of me while my own fingers were doing me. I came off thrice, and then, when I felt guilty about it, I went out of the bathroom to dry myself ready to sleep. "You're not sleeping?" I asked when I saw him on the sofa.

"Can't sleep. I might stay up the whole night."

As a response, I just nodded and got dressed. I couldn't control myself not to show him my disappointed look.

So much with our 'romantic', out-of-his-world honeymoon then...

***

I woke up to the moment that I felt the sun was already warming my cheeks, beckoning me to get up and bathe in it.

Tyler went out, probably and obviously, because he wasn't there in our room as soon as I willed myself to sit. I don't even know if he slept beside me or if he even slept at all. I guess it was indeed true that he stayed up the whole night to do something, probably business or- "Whatever!" I whispered to myself, frustrated because our first night on our honeymoon overseas trip wasn't that great. Well, should I expect something from him? He already let me relished his taste many times even before we were married so I wouldn't be excited every time we bathed ourselves in love nakedly. But... I still do feel this wave of eagerness every time Tyler make a move. Every time he kissed me, it felt like it was the first time. Every time his mighty dick slid into me, it felt like it was my first time losing virginity.

But with the constant happenings pertaining to werewolves and Eliane and Hearteaters...I shouldn't make my expectations too high because in the end, I will just end up getting disappointed.

A knock shattered the silence inside our bedroom. Wrapping a bath robe around my body, I looked at who it was through the peephole before turning the doorknob.

"Good morning, Madame. Mr. Moonstorm summoned me to accompany you," he paused as soon as he beheld my figure. "The chopper is already prepared outside. He wants you to get ready." An old man wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt said. He wasn't smiling or frowning either. He has this stoic face that one may think of as angry or enraged.

"I'm sorry?"

"Good morning, Madame. Mr. Moonstorm summoned me to accompany you," he reiterated, the old man's voice sounds like coming from a robot. "The chopper is ready_"

"Yeah, I get it!" I cut him off. "What I mean is, for what? He didn't tell me we're going out today." As I have said, I don't want to expect anything from my husband anymore.

One moment, I was just scratching my head, curious to where the hell he went. And in just a blink of an eye, I found out that he sent someone, knowing that I am wholly naked since our wild encounter last night, ordering me to get ready because a chopper is waiting for me outside.

In response, he checked his antique watch. "Please be ready in ten minutes." Then, he closed the door, shutting it right in my face.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, shaking my head then my fingers.

Sighing, I have no choice left but to follow that old creepy man. If I stay up here, then that will

be a waste of time considering that I don't have any knowledge about Greece apart from the bookish information I know.

I stalked towards the French doors and landed myself on the balcony, where the beautiful view here in Santorini, Greece can be seen.

Magnificent and breath-taking. Those two words describe what I am seeing right now.

In less than a minute, after being able to savor the morning breeze up here in the balcony, I readied myself.

Or else that stoice-faced man would come knocking at my face again.

***

"Good morning, wife." Tyler greeted me with a kiss on the forehead that eventually made my frowning vanished.

He extended an arm for my waist, to which I breathed in his scent of rain and forest and mist. His men gave him two leather jackets, one for him and one for me. After putting on his own jacket, Tyler helped me wear it while guiding me to the inside of the chopper.

Acting like I wasn't moved by his action earlier. I put a silent treatment on him while he prepared for the flight. To be honest, I have a fear of heights. But with him inside me in the chopper all alone...I don't want to think of what will happen next.

Sex or kissing or making out, I don't know. And I don't want to know.

Luckily, horny Tyler didn't possess him right now and he instead shared stories about a village, the very reason that made him stayed up all night long-one that is about a secret luxurious village of werewolves like Stella's Soul, where the residents still choose their bride and husbands outside the wall to bear their heirs.

But with different guardians, deities to be exact.

"What?!" I exclaimed because that explains why I find the old man earlier in the morning creepy. I knew it; his bizarre scent is something I have never smelled before but I just set aside those feelings because we were in another country.

"You didn't tell me!" I squealed, eyes piercing right through his soul. But he just laughed off at my angry face, even pinching my cheeks after telling me that I look cute every time when I'm furious. "We're here."

Then Tyler mumbled something I don't understand, probably for the take-off of our chopper. He was good throughout our trip. Unlike his manly demeanor, he was a gentleman for today. The food and cuisines in the restaurant we dined in, situated along the streets of the center of Santorini were a must-have experience. The important and elite-looking people we met really have a high regard for my husband-and towards me for being the billionaire Alpha's wife. "Calm down, no one's going to steal your plate." Tyler laughed at me, shaking his head. He is clearly more enjoying in teasing me rather than eating his actual meal.

Though deep inside I am delighted, I rolled my eyes as I told Tyler Jane Moonstorm, my husband and Alpha of the Silver Pack, to shut up because my Greek-style lobster had just arrived.