CHAPTER 9

He smirked as Gwenyvere made fumbles out of the comfort she had in his arms and later looked at his beta with a penetrant look.

He didn't like one bit the interest Mallock had in his human and passing her from hand to hand wasn't something he really liked to do.

"I believe you are right Mallock," he said and could appreciate Mallock's excitement but it all fell apart a second later "She is very elusive. Therefore, I'll guard her myself”.

Keane initiated his journey back home. he has never been the type of lad to share his toys, and now that he was a full-grown man he hadn't changed in that aspect.

The man and the wolf inside him Really hoped they have made a point. And as for the human, she would regret disobeying an Alpha.

His guardians granted him a coat once he arrived in the surroundings of his castle.

Among the eyes that were all over him, he spotted those of his beta and nodded to him approvingly.

He needed Dereck to comprehend he held no grudge against him. Without further ado, Keanne walked to his room. He was very eager to share his bed and he couldn't wait for Gwenyvere's reaction when she finally woke up, he bet that would be the best of all.

Some servants provided him a bucket of aromatized water and clean bath cloths. He rejected further services despite they offered to take care of the situation.

Maybe he was not accustomed to serving for he has been served throughout his entire life but today he was feeling generous. Besides, it was nothing he couldn't do himself and it was time he had the first view of what rightfully belonged to him.

He sat at the feet of Gwenyvere while she rested peacefully and gently bare her them, she had some superficial scars and sand here and there as a product of her recent outing.

He parted her legs and smile at the inner voice of his wolf when he said:

"One after the other, the slower the better"

Keane rubbed Gwen's ankle with delicacy taking in every detail of it, later he ascended to her hips where he got slower admiring the smoothness of her skin. He was definitely going to save the best for last, therefore he repeated his actions on the other, and later with a quick movement, he turned her over and undress her untying a bunch of crossed knots that secured her clothes in place.

Did he like what he saw?

His accelerated heartbeat could answer that question.

He threw the oversize dress to the ground. Yes, oversize because underneath it Gwenyvere was slender with curves that seemed to hide from his eyes when she wore it.

Such a beautiful human milky skin, eating human flesh has never been of his liking because he was partly one himself, but he wouldn't mind devouring the woman before him.

Keane tied her hair in a bun just like his, he could smell lime and it was silky because of the scent of argan oil it gave off.

Every inch of that he uncovered enchanted his eyes, he gently put her face up and slowly began to pull the sleeves of her camisole off her shoulders. For the moon goddess! he needed to see it all so his imagination could stop troubling his senses.

The camisole followed the dress on the floor and only then did Keane have trouble controlling himself.

Gwen's black hair contrasted with her whitish body and her skin felt like silk, he traced a finger from the neck and the way between her bare breast he continued his way down in between her tights and gently rubbed there with his fingers while eyes trying to hold on to control. He parted her legs further and decided that her undergarment had to go as well, and it did.

However, when it did. He stood up and covered Gwenyvere's nakedness with the little control he had left as a sharp pain rose from his neck to his face. He had to shake his head to force the wolf back inside him.

His imagination falls short, reality had no comparison even with the women he had been with, and there were many.

He took some clothes out of the drawer and dressed up decently.

If he continued one minute longer with his virgin concubine, she was going to stay in bed much longer than she had with a mere swoon.

He had never wanted anyone so bad, but there were so many more to take her place, all he had to do was to close his coat to slip past whoever he met outside the room until he arrived at his final destination.

The one thing Keane needed now had a name and was black-haired so when he entered his concubine's room, all the maids around her left with their faces down in submission.

Rowena, his first concubine. Was standing in front of a mirror admiring her turquoise nightgown, that of course left almost nothing to the imagination since it was completely seen through.

She was black-haired as well with green eyes and a curvy voluptuous body.

Rowena did not say a thing but her smirk said it all in the same way as her hips when she walked to him and helped him with his coat.

"I knew you'll come to me," she said in a husky voice while her hands traced their way to the crotch of his trouser seductively, which were clearly demanding for attention ever since he set sights on Gwenyvere, but he wasn't going to say it. After all, his women fitted the bill to finish what another started.

"Looks like you missed me, alpha" she brushed her lips with his and once the coat fell off Keane's body Rowena kissed him furiously like the she-wolf that she was.

Keane was not going to let slip the invitation so he lifted the woman off her feet and took her to bed, He scattered her black hair and with a smile he said:

"don't you think we are a bit overdressed, Mo stór?"

It was clear to Gwenyvere that none of the women in her presence liked her, as a matter of fact, they all had an attitude and talk to each other ignoring her completely. She paid attention to their language, they were in the middle of 1959 and she could recognize a few words in koine.

"Where is your alpha!" cried Gwenyvere to the three women who were with her in a new strange room. One was preparing a bathtub and the other was tidying up a pile of women's clothes in the closet, while the last one simply supervised them avoiding looking at her with a grimace.