Heart of a Princess

Late Night Snacks

I slowly walked toward the elevator and waited patiently for the doors to open to the loud music. I adjusted my mask as the doors opened, walked toward the loud music, and searched for Kat and Mirabella. I spotted Kat dancing between two men as her hips swayed back and forth to the music and in sync with both men, grounding their pelvis against hers. I imagined Ammar and Allister doing the same to me, and I shivered. I shook my head and mentally pushed the thoughts away. "Kat!" I shouted as I walked towards her, hoping she could hear me. She turned towards me and met my eyes. Based on my facial expression, she knew I was ready to leave. She stopped dancing and walked towards me, smiling slightly. "What happened, sweetie?" Kat asked in a loving tone."I want to go home; I'm exhausted," I said with a tired smile. "Okay, you go wait in the car, and I will grab Mirabella; she's probably sucking face with that guy she was so smitten with when we got here." She said with a teasing smile. I walked towards the car, and the driver opened the door for me. I lifted my feet and slid to the other side of the car, patiently waiting for Kat and Mirabella. A few minutes went by before I heard the car door open. Kat and Mirabella got in and slid next to me. Mirabella looked just as tired as I did. "I expect details about where you went and what you did with Mr. Handsome, Harmony," Kat said with an accusing tone. I smiled, "Yes, Your Majesty." I said with amusement and a drunken grin. We arrived back at the palace, and with our heels in our hands, we quietly walked through the kitchen towards the staircase that led to my living quarters. The handmaidens went to their rooms, and I walked to mine. I opened the door, tossed my shoes in the closet, and stripped my clothes to my underwear and bra. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in my wardrobe and brushed my hands from my stomach toward the hem of my panties. I had insecurities about my body and appearance. I really wanted a bath but decided to go to bed instead. My bed had been turned down with my nightgown laid on the bed. I took off the bra and slipped my silk nightgown over my head. I opened the nightstand beside my bed, took out my lavender-infused body lotion, and rubbed my arms and legs. After putting the lotion away and lying in my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what Ammar was doing. It was one-thirty morning, and I had to be up at 8 o'clock to begin my busy day. Why was I thinking so much about what he was doing? My mind felt like a mess, and all I felt was sexually frustrated. 'What is wrong with me?'I shook my head and decided I was going to ignore it. I was a little hungry and needed a snack to help get me in the mood to sleep. I pushed the heavy comforter off me, slipped on my slippers and silk robe, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. There, sitting at the kitchen island, was Ammar. 'Great.'"Ammar, what are you doing up this late?" I asked in a whisper."Harmony, I didn't expect you to be up so late; I was just having some strawberry ice cream before I headed to bed. Would you like some?" he said, offering me the ice cream container."Sure, I came down here for a nighttime snack too. Couldn't fall asleep; my mind is going a million miles a minute." I said with a smile and a small laugh.He grabbed me a spoon and said, "Well, tell me your troubles, princess, so that I may offer my advice or services in any way," with a cheeky grin." If I'm being honest, Ammar, I don't really want to marry you; I'm sure you are a nice guy, but I am not ready. There is so much of my life I want to experience before getting married; I am 18, not ready to be a wife, and not ready for the responsibility that comes with this." I said, gesturing my hand between the two of us. " Harmony, you are entitled to those thoughts and feelings, but I have people, a kingdom, depending on me to see our marriage through, too; this marriage isn't hard for just you. It's also difficult for me to come here from my country, to assume the role of future husband to a queen in her own right, to adjust to different customs and marriage traditions, as well as hold out hope that I am your fated mate so that I never have to feel the pain that comes with rejecting a destined mate. I hope you will desire me when you get your wolf and not come home with the smell of another." he growled. He steps closer, feeling his alpha energy suffocating me; I lean my neck to the side to catch my breath. He took a deep inhale, and his eyes turned blood red. The patience and friendliness were gone, and what I saw was much worse than jealousy; it was feral. "Harmony, I can smell another on you; I know you are not officially mine, but it's taking everything inside me to not hunt down this other male and kill him." He snarled while backing me up against the counter. His eyes were shifting from red to brown. I started to panic. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, fixating on a dark brown. He opened them, "Harmony if we are going to attempt to try this, we need to be honest with one another." I was quiet and shook my head yes. "Harmony, are you pure? Were you with another male tonight?" he said through gritted teeth. I started to feel uncomfortable and didn't know how to respond. My back was against a counter, and my hands were on the edge; my robe was slightly undone from my movement. "Ammar, I am still a virgin; I was around over 50 male wolves tonight at the club when I went out. It doesn't mean I was with any of them intimately." I said, hoping he wouldn't continue to probe. My wolf began releasing a scent I didn't recognize; it was her attempt to cover Allister's scent. "I'm glad we could be... honest... with one another," he said, holding his breath. "Are you okay, Ammar?" I said, hoping the scent didn't stink. "Harmony, your scent, your wolf is releasing her pheromone scent. It's used to attract potential males within a specific range. Your wolf can only excrete it if she has seen or smelled her mate; she will go into heat anywhere between a couple hours to days, depending on when your wolf smelled or seen her mate." he said, breathing through his mouth.A sweat came over me like a hot flash of pure desire. It was a heated feeling like I craved sex. The scent grew more pungent. I didn't understand it. 'What is happening to me?' I thought. His eyes turned gold and back to brown. "Fuck Harmony, I need to get out of here. Otherwise, you won't make it to our wedding night," he said, leaning away. Sweat started beading down my chest, my palms were sweaty, and my clit was throbbing. "Ammar... please just make it stop," I said sincerely; this pain, this desire, I can't take it! Please, Ammar!" I shouted.He was standing in front of the kitchen door. Princess, if I turn around, I would not be able to control my wolf. "Ammar..." I whined"He turned around and moved quickly toward me, my lips parted, and my breath hitched. He took my chin with his right hand and touched my lips. He parted his lips and kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine. I felt tingling in my stomach that tingling going straight to my groin. He pulled away. My leg quickly wrapped around his waist in disappointment to pull him closer. He became more aggressive; he began sucking my neck and grabbing my breast. A quiet moan came from my lips. "Next time you wear a dress like the one earlier, I will rip it off you and fuck you senseless with those legs and sexy heels wrapped around my waist," he said as his eyes shined gold with desire. His hands moved and gripped the outside of my thighs, dragging my ass to the edge of the counter. I'm sure there will be bruises from his firm fingers. His mouth found mine again, his tongue desperately gliding across mine. He slowly pulled my silk gown up and bunched it around my waist. He knelt, pulled down my pink lace underwear, and stood up, smelling my undergarments. "I'll save those for later, my little princess," he said as he stuffed them in his pocket. I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to his torso and began licking and sucking my stomach and continued down just above my clit. I could feel the heat coming from his breath against my throbbing clit. His mouth was centimeters from devouring me. He passed over my clit and began sucking my inner thigh. Making me wet and very much wanting his delectable tongue in other places. He dipped his fingers in and sucked his fingers. "oh princess, your taste is definitely worth fighting wars for," he said as his index and middle fingers penetrated my sex and slightly curled. As he fingered me, he leaned down and began licking my clit; bringing me to climax. My back arched, and the wetness pooled between my legs, his tongue masterfully running up and down and circling my clit. I moaned and gripped his hair. He didn't stop, and I didn't want him to. He came up from licking my clit, with his fingers still curling inside me, touching that sweet spot that felt so fucking good. He takes my nightgown and pushes it higher, where it bunches around my arms, and he takes my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving me towards another climax; I moan again louder. He abruptly stopped, lifted me up, and quickly pulled down my nightgown. He sat on the stool. My eyes are big, and I am about to question him. He takes a bite of his now-melted ice cream. One of the guards rushes in, "Is everything okay, Your Majesty? I heard shouting?" he says with worry on his face."Yes, I believe everything is more than satisfactory, wouldn't you say so, princess?" he says, looking at me while licking his spoon in a long, seductive lick. My eyes are vast, and I stutter out, "Yes, of course, why wouldn't it be? The prince and I were grabbing a late-night snack." Ammar looks at me with amusement on his face."Yes, everything is fine; the princess couldn't get the container opened and got frustrated with it. I helped her open it and cleaned up the cream she spilled," he said, taking another lick of his spoon.No, he didn't, I thought; he is a cheeky bastard, isn't he?The guard walked away. Ammar laughed, "Oh, little princess, this was fun; let's do it again soon because next time, I will not be so gentle." he said, getting up to leave. This heat was only temporarily satiated, and I had a feeling the next time would be the last time I remain a virgin.