Before I can knock at the door, Alec opens it. Lycan's ears, I suppose. I wonder how far he can hear me.

I hope not too far: I prefer him to ignore things I could have told or asked Jackson.

"Here you are, Liv. Come in."

As I enter the room, Alec smiles at me. Still, I feel like he acts weird. The air is filled with uneasiness. I wonder if it is only mine or if Alec is also bad at the idea of having me in the room.

Maybe he has some regrets about rejecting me. Jackson told me he was a nice guy: perhaps he feels guilty for breaking my heart.

Screw you, Prince Alexander. I will not forgive you for making me spend the night with you and dumb me some hours later. No matter what he says or does.

I stand with my arms crossed against my chest in the middle of the room. I am so angry at this man who seems to ignore what he's done. But I also know that I have to protect myself against any harm he could do to me, playing with my heart.

I wonder how he can act that innocently? He can't take me, dump me, then come back again: he has no right on me, no matter if this mate story is real or not. I'm not some toy he can play with; I am a human being. No matter if he thinks I'm not as important as wolves. I don't want to be treated like a thing, and I won't allow him to treat me like a simple object he can dispose of.

He gets closer to hug me, but I step back.

"Liv, what's going on?" he asks. He seems almost annoyed by my reaction.

What did he expect? Me begging him to take me back.

"What's going on?" I can feel that I'm yelling at him. I wanted to keep calm, but it seems I'm losing total control of my feelings. I realize I'm a bit extreme, but I can't prevent myself from being that exasperated: this is like my inside wanted to scream out to the world - or at least him - how bad he made me feel. How bad he makes me feel.

"Seriously, Alec? What's going on? You just dumped me in my bedroom for no reason. And then you force me to come here. What's wrong with you?" He just looks at me, and he dares to smile.

I can't believe this situation amuses him. That's not funny at all. Does he not seriously have any idea about what he has done? It seems not as he simply looks at me with an amused smile on his damn marvelous, perfect face.

"I told you I was not your mate, but you made me kiss you and like you, and then you dump me just like some used tissues. Is it your punishment for my look last night? You win. You hurt me. End of the game."

I am no longer yelling: moans are coming out of my throat. I feel like my heart is broken. My eyes are crying rivers of tears. This argument is not the idea of the "kick the Prince's ass" I had in mind earlier this morning.

Seeing him like that, happy, smiling, only breaks me down. I don't know why I react so much: I don't even know this man. Could we indeed be mates?

"You're so adorable." His voice is so smooth.

He comes to me, takes me in his arms, and kisses my forehead. I wish I could say that I want to fight him back, but I don't.

Instead, the sparkles that go through my body as his soft but firm hands touch my skin make me fall for him even harder than before. I want more of him, more of his touch, more moments together.

He will be the death of me, for sure.

"Let go, please, your Highness. You won". I can't believe I sound like I'm begging him.

How can I be so... hurt? I don't even know him in the end. This situation is pure nonsense; his attitude is just silliness.

I try to push him away, but I feel empty. But his touch lightens my heavy heart. I have to admit that at that exact moment, being in his arms is the best feeling but also the worst, memories of this morning bitterly resonating in my mind.

My eyes hurt as I try my best to hold all the tears left to cry.

He takes my chin and raises my head to look at his eyes, which are dark green.

"I'm sorry, Liv." Those are the only words he says before he kisses my lips and he grabs my hips.

As soon as he holds me, all my anger and sadness are blown away, and all I feel is an unstoppable wave of pleasure. The little sparkles I felt are turning into a wild need of his flesh, his whole being. Thunder is going straight to my heart to make it beat faster and harder, resurrecting me; fire is growing inside me, from my hot cheeks to the sweet and innocent core between my legs.

My mind, my reason, is slowly leaving me to let my instincts take complete control over me. I don't want revenge; I want pleasure, tenure.

I don't want to think this moment with him; I want to enjoy any minor second.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs grab his waist as he takes my butt cheeks. It seems I'm not the only one yielding to my instincts: I see his eyes turn into a dark green color.

The groans getting out of his throat are animalistic. His wolf controls him; the beast in him is the one sharing this moment with me. I should be afraid of a lycan playing with me, but something in me knows I can trust him.

He takes me to his bed and lies me down, still passionately kissing me. Finally, he stops, his face just above mine.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry. I had some stuff to do and did not want to wake you, so I just put you in your room so you could sleep while I was calling and meeting people." By now, his dark green eyes are back to their shiny green eyes: Alec's wolf is gone.

Still, I can feel how aroused he is starting to be.I can see in his eyes that he is telling the truth. I feel like my own core is howling with happiness at his words.

"Promise? You're not tired of me?" I moan. This is a real moan, a strange mixture of pleasure, excitement, relief, and hope.

"Of course not, crazy puppy. I'll never be. I should have left a note. I'm not used to telling people why I do things. I'll do better." He kisses my lips, then his tongue goes to my neck, and my body shivers. My body arches as pleasure is almost too much. How is it possible to feel that much? It's like I'm going to explode, a bomb about to blow right between my legs.

"Do you trust me, Liv?". His green eyes look at me intensely. I nod, even if my reason should shake. I fucking trust him.

I feel he lifts me, and he takes me to the bathroom. He turns on the water as we enter the shower.

My sportswear sticks to my skin; water streams on his elegant tuxedo, ruining it - not that I mind as I can fully enjoy his perfect body, revealing itself through the wet clothes.

He takes off all my clothes but my panties, throwing them away. He doesn't fight for a second, even if they are all wet, adhering to my naked skin. I unbutton his shirt, which already sticks to his muscular body.

I don't think anymore: my hands just move just like my body shivers, and his moans answer mine. He is even more attractive than yesterday.

How is that even possible?

Finally, he takes off his pants. Damn, every inch of this body is incredibly built.

As the water drops on our bodies, his hands dance on my skin. As he goes down my back, my spine shivers, and every hair on my body electrifies. I touch his torso, which is so new to me, and he makes me feel so good. He lets me discover him for a moment.

Not a single word goes out of him or me: we communicate in an entirely silent and physical way.

Then one of his hands caresses my breasts, and my whole body seems to get into a fiery furnace. Again, I cry, but with pleasure this time.

Finally, he takes my butt with one hand, lifts me, and pushes me against the wall. He seems inhabited by some incredible passion and strength. Maybe his lycan is responsible for this.

I don't really care: all I know is that I feel delighted.

I wrap myself around his waist. He kisses my neck, my nipples: I feel like I'm melting.

His lips are the most delicate things that ever touched me, the first ones to ever touch my breasts.

I kiss his neck, lick it and go up slowly to his ear and bite it softly: I wonder what it would be like to bite his neck, leave a vestige of this moment on him, so everyone knows we shared it. So everyone knows he is mine.

I can hear him breathing heavily, like he is about to explode. My nails scratch his back - I'm almost sure of it.

One of his hands is touching my panties and going down my thighs. He lets me down and kneels, putting his tongue on my left thigh.

My body tightens, and he looks at me.

"I'll stop whenever you want me to stop, okay?" I nod, and he starts to lick my thigh, and he goes up slowly.

He gently puts down my panties and starts caressing my sex: his firm hands turn into the most careful fingers. He plays me like I am some porcelain doll he is afraid to break.

Moon-Goddess, he is so fucking good. Even if I can feel his ecstatic breath, his hands are soft as silk.

How can someone be so extreme in every way?

He must think that a part of me is really nervous, and each of his movements is just here to make me feel that I'm the one who leads the waltz. I'm already moaning.

Fuck, you're so good, Alec. Please don't stop.

These are just thoughts in my brain, but he seems to hear me as he starts a new variation in our beautiful concerto of lust.

He starts to draw some rounds on my clitoris as his tongue dances at my entrance. The pleasure I thought was already extreme gets even more substantial: if he keeps on playing me like that, I will climax far too loud for this house. Then, one finger enters my body, followed by a second one. He goes back and forth, slowly.

I feel the excitement getting stronger and stronger. As he feels my body getting hotter and hotter, he goes faster and faster, but always as softly as before: this paradox is perfection.

My moans are louder and louder. My breath is heavier as I feel I'm getting closer to my orgasm.

It's better than doing it on your own...

Suddenly, I scream with pleasure as I come: it is so strong that it sounds like some howling. I did not think I could be so loud. I feel like I'm turning red.

What will people think about me?

No matter, he is so worth it.

He stops, stands, and kisses me softly.

"Liked it, little wolf?" He grabs the shower gel and washes it over me. He laughs as he notices my red cheeks.

"No need to be ashamed. That's what happens when two bodies get to enjoy each other." He kisses my lips and bites my bottom lip.

I look at him, realizing his body did not get any release. I don't want him to be frustrated. Not after the ultimate lusty-ness he gave me.

"What about you, Alec?" I would like to add that I can please him if he tells me how. But before I can speak, he puts his index finger on my mouth to force me to stay silent.

"One step at a time, baby wolf. We'll come to it." Then he bites my ear and my neck, softly.

I soap him just when he finishes washing me. My heart is so pleased, and we look at each other, our eyes filled with happiness.

He goes out first. He wraps a towel around his waist; then, he comes back next to the shower entrance.

"Come here, Princess." He has the towel opened in front of me. I stop the water and let him wrap me in the towel.

I can feel his embrace, and my heart melts when he speaks in my ear.

"Where have you been all this time? I've waited so long for something sweet like this. Like you. I missed you, my mate."