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

I'm Not the Prince in this Fairy Tale

POV: Milo

We finally got through the movie. I have no friggin' idea what it was even about. I wasn't exactly paying attention, at least not to the movie. All of my attention was on the gorgeous, if not badly behaved, girl in my lap. Eventually, everyone thanked us, and surprisingly and thankfully helped clean up, before heading home. It turned out to be not such a bad little holiday. I mean, I had to bribe Eric with like 30 lbs of leftovers just to get him to leave, but other than that, it was alright.

Getting out all of those secrets still feels weird, but I think this Friendsgiving thing-- actually helped me be more grateful for my insanely supportive friends. Who knew?

Maybe, holidays aren't so bad.
But what do I know? Today and Halloween, were the first two good ones I've ever had.

Okay, so I know I was a little reckless and yeah, okay...shameless, with what I did on the couch with Estella. Especially considering that pretty much all of our friends were in the room at the time. Maybe that wasn't the best idea, but since I got away with it, I'm gonna put it in the win column.

It's just, ever since I met Estella, I get these wicked, push-every-boundary, kind of ideas in my head. And yes, I do realize that I'm a fucked up teenager who can get turned on by watching paint drip. So, my mind was never exactly clean to begin with. Okay, yeah. I used to fantasize about nailing most of the Cheerleading squad...during half-time...under the bleachers...sometimes all at once.

Sorry, went down another weird trail.
I'm back.

But, you know what? Even that fantasy seems incredibly vanilla in comparison. And at the time, just thinking about something like that would've probably made me feel a little like a creep. Not that, that would've made me think about it any less.

But, now--since my first touch and taste of my dark angel, sometimes I don't even think there's a limit to the depths of my deviant thoughts or cravings. It's scary sometimes, actually. I can't even fathom what would be considered, too much. Truthfully, I just want to experience every fucked up thing the world has to offer, as long as it's with her. Estella's actually mentioned that before. She said she was afraid of the things that she's always willing to do when we're together. But, I don't know! If we both consent and keep each other safe and everything, I really don't think it's even worth questioning.

Might as well let your freak flag fly, baby!

I really do have some surprises for my pretty little doll, as I mentioned before. Giving up her bra for the day, meant that she could have the new lingerie I got her back, and she'll be allowed to have one other gift tonight. Estella won't get the last one until tomorrow, and that's when she's really going to learn to never give me permission to do anything I want to her. My brave girl took a risk, I'll give her that. But, she's playing a dangerous game. I'll protect her with everything I have, but I know now-- that I'm not the Prince in this fairy tale. I probably never will be. Inside, I've always been a dark, twisted, and savagely hungry, wolf. It just took me meeting Estella to recognize it.

"Baby? Did you want anymore of the pie before I put it away?" Estella asked, wrapping up some leftovers.

I was leaning on the kitchen counter, watching her as she skipped around the kitchen in her pretty dress, putting away the last of the food. My dick was already getting hard as my eyes followed her graceful movements. Every time she reached up, her skirt rose up a little, and every time she bent over, I could see just a touch of her baby blue panties hidden underneath.

I stalked up behind her as she busied herself, fussing with things in the fridge. I stood silently, she didn't even know I was there until she took a step back, gasping in surprise as my chest pressed up against her.