Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

20 Go Back With Him

A prince wants to pursue me?

How is that possible?

But the feeling of that kiss was so wonderful that I couldn't control my thoughts. My wolf told me she didn't dislike the man in front of us, but I really didn't want her to suffer any more harm.

"Yes," I heard Prince Louis answer confidently.

He even seemed a bit surprised as he asked me, "Goodness, Claire, do you think I'm the kind of womanizer who flirts with any beautiful woman? My reputation may not be great, but I have never done any terrible thing."

"But," I stuttered in my response, "I'm not ready for another relationship, in fact, I am..."

My emotions gradually became heavy. Because I remembered the agonizing state my wolf was in yesterday and Cathy's words today.

I was well aware that the man in front of me was a prince.

'And you,' I said to myself, 'Claire, look at yourself. You're homeless, a lone wolf without a pack, and you haven't even finished university. You don't even have the ability to support yourself... Even that woman who hurt Prince Louis had at least saved his life!'

'But you have nothing.'

"Lost in your thoughts again, hmm?" Prince Louis frowned disapprovingly.

Suddenly, he forcefully embraced my waist, pressing me down beneath him. I widened my eyes, my back pressed tightly against the luxurious leather seat of the car, my body weighed down by his heavy frame, making it almost difficult to breathe.

"Your Highness, I..."

"It seems that words won't make you understand, so let's try a different way."

Prince Louis rudely interrupted me, then lowered his head and kissed me again.

This kiss felt completely different from before, filled with wildness and dominance. His Lycan smell firmly locked onto me, leaving me unable to move as he teasingly sucked on my lower lip.

He occasionally used his teeth to bite my lower lip, pulling it a short distance before allowing it to spring back into place. His rough hands roamed freely over my body, touching my soft breasts.

I lay on the back seat of the car with a hazy gaze, my restless legs rubbing against his narrow waist and firm, well-shaped buttocks. I knew that this scene and my intermittent moans must be stimulating him.

Sure enough, Prince Louis's breath became heavier with each passing moment.

He was on the verge of losing control. And I, as his prey, almost succumbed beneath him.

I felt like I was being captured by a wild beast. The man leaning above me possessed a face more handsome than a god, his profile obscured by a few strands of falling golden hair, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. His gaze was filled with unrestrained emotions.

He desired me, a strong desire.

I reaffirmed it once again. This thought made me unconsciously smile and even respond to his kisses willingly. My action excited Prince Louis even more, but just as his hand was about to slip beneath my skirt...

"No," I grabbed his wrist firmly and told him, "I'm on my period."

The expression on Prince Louis's face at that moment was so "wonderful" that I would remember it for my life.

He cursed with frustration, using a swear word—forgive me for being surprised that even princes can use such crude vocabulary. I gathered my disheveled hair on my shoulders, propped myself up, and giggled. Though there was some frustration, my inner joy stemmed more from the success of the prank.