Cami woke to the most wonderful sensations. His tongue slid into the well of her vagina then up over her center to curl around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Cami trembled and slid her fingers into his hair. He chucked against her. The vibrations teased her more. “Good morning Darlin’.” He left a trail of wet kisses on the insides of her thighs. Cami tugged him back to her center and he chuckled again. She arched her body up to him. He obliged her and used his tongue on her swollen clit again. The orgasm tore through her, white lights burst behind her eyelids, and she cried out for him. Dylan was there now, over her, covering her. His cock rested against her entrance. Cami wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her. He smiled against her neck and thrust into her. She cried out again, her body bowed urging him further. He filled her so well. She loved this feeling, being this close to him, this intimate. She gazed up into his eyes and saw how deeply his emotions ran. He loved her, she saw it, sensed it. His eyes glowed amber, his wolf surfacing, and she felt hers. His growl rumbled through his chest and she answered him with her own. Desire, love, want arousal, and pleasure were all conveyed with that sound. Dylan bucked into her, his hips rolling against her. Their bodies slicked and slid against one another with the sheen of sweat that covered them both. “Come for me sweetheart.” Cami’s body convulsed and seized, her core milking him, grabbing and tightening. Dylan roared his climax against her shoulder. She clung to him for a long time after he’d collapsed against her. “I’m crushing you aren’t I?” “No, it feels good. I like it when you stay inside of me when I come because it lasts longer if you don’t pull out right away. Stay.” She kissed his neck and shoulder, running her tongue over her mark. He twitched inside of her. “Oh, that’s good to know.” She licked the mark again with the same result. His laugh vibrated against her shoulder. He ran his tongue slowly over his mark on her neck and her inner muscles tightened and squeezed him deliciously. Yeah that is good to know. Come on, get up.” He pulled out of her leaving her bereft. “Let’s eat breakfast, I’m starved.” “I’ll shower first. There are too many overactive noses in the house.” Dylan nodded and pulled his briefs on. They stepped out of the armoire into the bedroom and went their separate ways. “Pancakes?” She called after him. Her belly growled loudly. “Yeah, pancakes got it.” His laughter boomed from the hallway. Cami showered and dressed quickly hoping the pancakes were ready, she really was starving, and her appetite was getting ferocious lately. Sliding into her sneakers she hurried to the kitchen to find several pancakes ready and sitting under a lid. She went up on her toes and kissed Dylan’s cheek, grabbing two pancakes she went to what had become her seat at the bar. Mike and Mario were both asleep on the couch in the rec room. “I feel so much safer.” Cami murmured stifling a giggle. Dylan grunted and sipped coffee. Bacon popped and sizzled in a pan next to sausage and his egg mix still waited in the bowl. She didn’t really care about the rest of it. She was more interested in the pancakes, her mouth watered as she poured the maple syrup over it. “I’ll have to pour that on me later.” Dylan winked at her and Cami licked a drop off of her finger making a popping sound with her mouth. His breath hitched. “Or now.” “Pancakes first pretty boy.” Cami winked back at him and cut a triangle then stuck it in her mouth moaning. His eyes gleamed and she smiled at the nearness of his wolf. Mike wandered into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Dylan finished cooking breakfast and made himself a plate when Cami waved off the eggs, bacon, and sausage. “So what do we do now?” Cami asked between bites. “Well, I guess we wait for Mario’s people but in the meantime, life goes on. We can start with that maple syrup and move on from there.” Cami nudged his shoulder. “What? You thought that I was kidding?” “Can we get everyone out of the house for awhile?” She whispered. “As soon as I eat, I’ll be nothing more than a memory.” Mike offered from his place at the table. Dylan chuckled. The doorbell rang at the same time that Mario’s cell phone started it’s rendition of Volare by Dean Martin startling him awake. Mario grumbled then jumped off of the couch like he’d been stuck with a pin. “Oh Principessa! Are you alright?!” He rushed into the kitchen. Cami had just stuffed more of the pancakes in her mouth. “Fine.” She said around it. He answered his phone speaking Italian. Cami watched him gesture and nod before heading to the front door. Dylan was right behind him. Cami heard him enter a security code into the alarm keypad then heard the voice. “Disarmed, ready to arm.” The front door opened and there were voices. Loud and growling voices, one of those growls belonged to Dylan. Mike was at her side instantly and shifting sensing danger. Cami finished her pancakes. She was still chewing when they entered behind Dylan. He came to her side. “How many of them are alphas?" She asked quietly. “Apparently all of them are, so it must be interesting at their house at Christmas.” Cami giggled. “I don’t think that they mean you harm but be ready in case I’m wrong. Mike, would you care to join us?” He was standing at Dylan’s side in less than a second. “Mario, introductions?” Mario stepped from behind the huge wolves that were crowding into the kitchen. Cami didn’t like the wall of men. They were all tall, all foreign, and all scary, as far as she was concerned. “Can you ask them all to sit please? I’m claustrophobic.” Cami asked Mario. “Of course, Principessa.” Several of the men gasped, they were murmuring to each other and ignoring Mario’s requests, several shook their heads. Cami’s lips pursed. Dylan snarled and the men sat down around the table. Cami counted six, two more lingered in the hallway, they looked like soldiers. The six at the table varied in age, one that looked to be nearly eighty must be the uncle she surmised. The five with him looked official in their black suits and ties. They were dressed like Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones in the alien movie. She certainly was not an alien! None of them spoke but all watched her with their black intense eyes. “First off, I am not going to Italy. Second, I stay with my mate and third, you guys can find yourselves another Principessa and finally, whoever is doing the job right now can keep on doing it.” Mario translated and every eye turned to watch her. “I mean no disrespect but that’s how I feel.” She tucked herself into Dylan’s side. The oldest man in the crowd said something then picked up what looked like a doctor’s back from the floor. “My great uncle Fredo would like to prick your finger Principessa to test it like I told you, is that okay?” Cami nodded and walked around the table holding her finger out. The old man grabbed it and bit her. “Hey asshole! That hurt.” Cami jerked her finger away. Dylan snarled again and was at her side instantly. The man murmured something and held out a small glass straw. Cami held her finger out again. “If you bite me again I will seriously mess you up buddy.” The old man laughed and held the glass straw out to her finger, blood was draw up the cylinder. He fitted it with a rubber cap then pulled several vials out with different colored liquids in them then dropped a tiny bit of her blood into each one. He capped them all and shook them gently. His eyes narrowed and he clucked his tongue. “What’s that mean?” Cami looked at Mario who shrugged. The men huddled together and murmured, gesturing wildly. “Our congratulations Miss, you are gestating.” The man named Fredo said. “What the hell does that mean?” Dylan scooped her up and held her tight, laughing. He kissed her soundly and laughed again. “You’re pregnant.” Her face fell. “I am? How can I be? I…” Her jaw dropped and her eyes went round, “I’m late.” Dylan grinned and Mike slapped him on the back congratulating him. “Good job sweetness.” Dylan turned to the old man, “Is she your Princess or not?” Yes and no.” Dylan quirked an eyebrow. “She is the Principessa Oriana Teodora,which means sunrise and gift of god. Her father gave her the name because she was born at dawn and she is a gift. She is who we thought she was, but she has said that she doesn’t want to be the Principessa. She wants to remain with you, a commoner.” He harrumphed and Dylan snarled again. “She wishes to pass her duties on, is that right Oriana?” “It’s Cami and yeah, I don’t want any part of it. Who is doing whatever it was that you wanted me to do?” “A second cousin. He is very capable, very fair, and well liked by the European pack union.” Cami made a face. “He asked that if you wished to refute your duties to convey his appreciation for you trusting him to rule in your place. Also, that if you ever find yourself in Venice, to please visit. If you truly do not want to be the ruler, I must ask that you sign this document disavowing yourself as Principessa, but I must also inform you that once signed in blood it cannot be reversed. You should consider this at great length ‘Cami.’ There is great wealth and privilege with this position.” Cami was shaking her head. “All I ever wanted as a child was to have a stable home, to live in one place surrounded by people who loved me and to be in charge of my own life. If I was to go with you and live there, I think my life would no longer be my own. There would be many demands and I don’t think that I would enjoy my life like I will here with my mate.” She reached for Dylan’s hand and wove her fingers with his. You are correct on every count.” Cami tucked herself into Dylan’s side. “It astounds me though that you have chosen a mate. It is unheard of for a Princess to mate a commoner. Mister Ellis, may I test your blood?” Dylan laughed. Yeah sure why not, but I’m biting my own damned finger.” The old man grinned showing huge gleaming white canines. Dylan pricked his finger with a sharp tooth and held his finger out. The old wolf repeated his procedure and threw his hands in the air. “Now it makes sense. You Mister Ellis are not an heir to any immediate throne but you are of royal blood.” Dylan scoffed. “I make no jest your highness. I believe that you are descended from the Spanish throne, it is diluted but it’s there.” He pecked on the vial full of purple liquid with his fingernail. “ Purple is Spain, while blue is for Italy.” He held up the tube that Cami’s blood went into. “We can see the lineage through the colors. You are probably the great grandchild of King Frutos, which means fertile by the way, he was never married, but he had hundreds of children in his lifetime. This explains why she accepted you as her mate. You see, I am right.” “No you were wrong, you said that I was a commoner and apparently I’m not. Moving on. Cami have you decided on your fate Darlin’?” She trembled. “Yes, where do I sign kingdom and all of this nonsense away? Oh, if I do sign will that keep the bad people from hunting me?” “Yes Principessa, we will ensure that word spreads that you have denounced the throne and will live out your life in America with your mate the commoner. There is no need for anyone to know that you will produce a child with royal blood from two countries. The rumor will say that your powers are shoddy at best and that you want nothing to do with the European Packs. In the future though, this child that you carry will have the same rights to the throne, possibly in two countries, educate your children so that are not as lost as you have been.” “Okay,” She held her finger up to Dylan who pierced it gently, fire alight in his eyes. Cami scrawled her name across the certificate. “I want a copy of that.” The man blew on the signature until it
was dried. Dylan took it to his office and photocopied it on his all in one printer then brought it back to Mario’s uncle. “Gentlemen, it’s been educational but if you will excuse us, my mate and I have the future to discuss. As alpha of Fern Valley I encourage you to make your visit here short.” Dylan scowled at them. There were several nods and they stood up at once together. Mario shook Dylan’s hand then followed them outside. Dylan locked the door behind them. “Later Dyl, if you need me call, I’m going to the cabin for a nap. This has been way too intense for me and it was late when the old guy finally passed out.” Mike slid the patio door closed behind him and Dylan armed the alarm system. “Now about that maple syrup.” He murmured against Cami’s neck, she giggled and broke free from his grasp. Racing down the hall toward the bedroom giggling she called over her shoulder, You have to catch me first.” Dylan snatched up the syrup and followed her.
