To Love a Wolf; Sequel to Coyotes and Wolves, A Milo Manheim Original Story

Time Before the Dance

POV: Estella

"When the hell do I get to see what weird ass thing you got me wearing tonight, Princess?" Milo continued to complain from the couch in the living room. I was sitting on an adjacent chair, with my phone in my hand.

I spent the entire day putting it off, just to drive him crazy. My inner brat was having a field day with this.

"Not yet, baby." I teased, in a sing-song voice. "This way you'll have no time to freak out and run out for something else. You agreed to let me pick it out, you can't refuse anyway. We have a binding contract."

"Oh, you're just loving this aren't you?" He grumbled sarcastically, squinting his eyes.

"Yeah. You know? I really am." I chirped, nodding with a laugh. "Thanks for asking."

"Why don't I just go as a crazy person?" He exclaimed, sarcastically. "That'll be right on the nose by the time you show me the damn thing!"

"Oh, baby." I cooed, mockingly. "Don't tell me that you're having a hard time giving up control?" I quipped, sarcastically.

"I'm gonna have to spank you." He jokingly threatened. "I mean, that's just a fact at this point."

"Can't." I reminded him, sassily. "No punishments allowed if you agreed to it."

"I didn't agree to you torturing me all day!" He countered.

"But I'm just so good at it." I quipped, menacingly.

Milo stalked towards me, as I sat absentmindedly scrolling on my phone. I looked up and his eyes were stern as he stared down at me. He reached down and wrapped his hand firmly but gently around my throat.

"But who's better at it, Princess?" He challenged, quirking his eyebrow.

Fuck. Why does he have to be so Goddamn sexy when he does things like this.

"Ooh...I see a shiver and a blush, babygirl." He taunted, with a smug smile.

"I can't help it. It's just...your big brown eyes and your perfect face, Lobo Blanco." I flirted in a sultry tone, trying to charm him.

"If you think I'm falling for that Princess, you're gonna be very disappointed." He scoffed, releasing my throat.

I reached up to stroke his cheek, and sensually drawled as I gazed up at him with innocent eyes,
"Mi novio caliente. Eres tan guapo mi Gran Lobo Malo." (My hot boyfriend. You're so handsome my Big Bad Wolf.)

"Oh, you little brat..." He sighed lustfully, leaning into my touch as I began massaging his scalp.

Milo loved my voice and accent when I spoke Spanish, especially like this.

"Eres tan fuerte, Papi. (You're so strong, Papi.)" I continued to shamelessly charm.

"Fuck...I hate you..." He gasped into a breathy chuckle, clearly losing his resolve.

"Eres el hombre más sexy que he visto en mi vida." (You're the sexiest man I've ever seen.) I whispered.

"Goddamn it..." He breathed, relenting. "Just get up here, Princess." He gestured to me with his arms.

He gave me his hand, and stepping onto the arm of the chair for leverage, I climbed up into his arms and caged my thighs around his waist. I felt the soft stubble around his lips tickle my face as our tender lips connected eagerly. His hands gripped firmly around my ass, as we tasted and pawed each other in the living room.