Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

42 The First Orgasm

"These past few days," I heard Prince Louis say in a hoarse and intense voice, "do you know how hard it's been for me?"

"Every morning, waking up and seeing you lying there in your pajamas made me crazy. And all I need to do is just tilt my head slightly, and I can see your full breasts through the neckline," he spoke almost through gritted teeth, "but I can't do anything. I'm practically becoming a saint!"

Though I knew it was inappropriate, his disgruntled complaints still managed to make me chuckle.

I lightly punched his shoulder, gasping for breath between laughs, "Are you a pervert? Thinking about these things so early in the morning."

"Because I'm a perfectly normal man!" Prince Louis retorted with a growl.

He dominantly bit into my neck's side, making me yelp in pain, "Do you know what I'm thinking every morning when I see that scene?"

He slowly straightened up, looking down at me with a contemplative gaze, saying in a slow and methodical manner, "I want to thrust myself into your body, I want to fill you up, I want to make you tremble and cry out because of me... I want every inch of you to belong to me. And at the worst times, I even think about locking you up in a room, turning you into a woman who screams in climax every time and any part of your body is touched by me."

As he spoke, his fingers provocatively teased my body.

He lifted my shirt, his rough fingers sliding slowly over my smooth abdomen, as if it were already filled by him.

"Maybe I should place a mirror in the bedroom," he whispered, then pushed his fingers into my mouth, stirring around with a tinge of sexy, "Claire, you should really see your expression right now... It's a tangled expression of desperate desire, mixed with the urge to be played with, like a masterpiece that surpasses all paintings in the world."

His words triggered a chain reaction. I couldn't help but let out a sob of desperation, although I didn't dare to actually bite down on his fingers.

My limbs and fingertips were trembling. Shame and excitement transformed the look in my eyes.

Prince Louis noticed my change. He curved his lips, a playful smile appearing on his face. Even in this situation, his smile held a hint of dominance, "Getting excited, my mate? This is just the appetizer."

I hurriedly reminded him, "I'm still in the menstrual cycle. Still four days..."

"It's three days," Prince Louis bit my earlobe, correcting me with malice, "One day has already been deducted."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Can days really be deducted? I can't control it."

"I don't care," he asserted dominantly, "I said three days, and it's three days. I can't endure even one more day!"

After saying that, his actions became even more aggressive. He seemed determined to make me climax right here in his study, through only kisses and teasing touches.

He didn't even plan on undoing the buttons on my clothing!

I felt like I was drifting on waves, pushed by countless emotions that didn't belong to me. I wanted to block out the continuous stream of teasing words in my ears, but each word felt like it drilled into my eardrums, reaching deep into my brain's cortex. They agitated my nerves, turning me into a stranger to myself.

Gradually, my resistance faded. I was lying on the table, feeling his wet and scorching tongue gently licking the back of my neck, and his lower body pressing heavily against my buttocks.

"No, no, don't..." He hadn't even entered yet, and I was already becoming fearful. Although my clothes were still intact, I had the sensation of being completely naked.

I gasped, staring blankly ahead.

Amid the swaying, I saw his large palm cover mine's, then our fingers interlocked, leaving no gap.

The sunlight from the second-floor window cast onto his veined hand, and at the moment it tightened abruptly, I heard a suppressed muffled groan from behind. At the same time, an electric current surged through my nerves and spread throughout my body.

In an instant, waves of pleasure engulfed me. My mind went completely blank.

When it was all over, I breathed heavily, propping myself up. Looking at the chaos in the study, I finally realized what I had just done.

We didn't actually have sex, but his caress made me orgasm.

My cheeks instantly flushed red.

I glared at Prince Louis, who was calmly tidying up the papers on the floor, gritting my teeth as I said, "I didn't know Lycans had mating seasons!"

Although his desires weren't entirely fulfilled, Prince Louis remained in a cheerful mood.

"Dear," he said seriously to me. Seeing my brow furrow slightly, I thought he was going to say something serious. "I was wrong."

I clenched my fists.

"Quick question," I cautiously asked, "if I were to punch you now, would it count as assaulting a member of the royal family?"

Prince Louis cleared his throat, "If I said yes, would you stop?"

"Of course not."

I grinned, tightening my fist.

But of course, I didn't actually punch him. I dared not and couldn't beat him. I was well aware of that. I simply took the opportunity when he bent over to pick up documents and jumped onto his back, trying to pin him down.

Unfortunately, Prince Louis' physical prowess was evidently better than I had imagined. Despite my weight, he only slightly shook his body, easily lifting me up.

"I could even do push-ups with you on my back," he said with a hint of pride.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. I have to admit that his words piqued my interest, "Want to give it a try?"

"My pleasure."

He answered sweetly, immediately lying down on the floor to show.

I swear he did it to show off his core strength to me. But I have to admit, I was genuinely impressed.

I sat on his back, feeling the taut muscles and scorching body temperature beneath me. He was as hard as a steel plate, his body filled with rigid muscles, even his buttocks were as solid as rocks.

I reached out my hand, curiously touching his back. The contours of his muscles beneath his shirt were like continuous mountain ranges, brimming with astonishing explosive power.

As he did push-ups, my body also moved up and down, giving me the sensation of riding a carousel at an amusement park.

Occasionally, he increased the range of his movements with mischievous intent. Hearing me uncontrollably exclaim in surprise, he chuckled softly below, his voice so sexy that it made my ears burn.

Hearing his laughter, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I purposely twisted my hips on his back and then leaned down to lick his ear.

In an instant, Prince Louis' breath grew hurried.

He swiftly rolled to the side. As I sat on him, I immediately lost my balance and was about to fall to the ground, but he acted quickly and pulled me into his arms, allowing me to straddle his waist.

"Claire..."

He looked at me emotionally. Just as he was about to kiss me again, we heard a knock on the study door from outside.

Alfred's voice came from the other side, "Your Highness, Miss, Mr. Evans has arrived. He's waiting in the living room. Do you need me to bring him to the study?"

Almost simultaneously, Prince Louis and I jumped up from the floor, scrambling to tidy things up. Prince Louis raised his voice, "No need, Alfred. Prepare him some tea and let him wait in the living room. We'll be there shortly!"

"Alright," Alfred paused for a moment, then asked slowly, "Do you need me to help tidy up the study, Your Highness?"

After an awkward silence, Prince Louis cleared his throat, "No need, we'll handle it ourselves."

I stood beside him, wishing I could find a hole to crawl into right now.

Garfield Evans! I pursed my lips and thought spitefully, I've got my eye on you!