The Dream

As Esmeralda undressed to have her bath,she thought about the prince. She had seen him in his most vulnerable state. Her mother had really done a number on him.

He had been terrifying back there, yet he was broken and needed healing. and that was what made him mad all the time. He needed healing but wouldn't admit it. Didn't want to admit it. Perhaps he thought that if he did it would make him feel less of a man and inadequate.

Another thought crossed her mind. She had flung herself at him and held him down. And he didn't fight her. Instead he had relaxed under her hold, as if he was relishing it and didn't want it to come to an end. Could she be…no way. That was ridiculous. She couldn't be his mate.

The prince could have reacted that way to anybody in his vulnerable state, but her subconscious didn't quite agree with her. It had not been the prince back there. It had been his wolf fighting, pulling the restraints and trying to break free.

She stared at her now naked reflection in the mirror? She had calmed him down when he couldn't handle it. She and the wolf prince were two different people. She didn't want to think that there was a high possibility that she was his mate because he was sexually attracted to her.

A mark on her neck caught her attention and she moved closer to the mirror. There was a large hickey on her neck. And on her breasts too. She touched the red spot and memories of her intense make out session came flooding back.

A dull ache started to grow in her core and she clamped her thighs together. Her nipples had small bite marks on them. Bite marks from the prince's teeth.

He had pleasured her real good the other time in his suite and as soon as he had given her an orgasm, he went back to his old self. She had not been expecting him to prepare bath water in the tub for her and for him to massage her shoulders and feet with oil, but she wanted some sort of acknowledgement from him.

Ravina's face popped into her head and Esmeralda moved away from the mirror. Ravina was spying for her mother. Esmeralda was torn. Her mother was going to disown her. Worse still, she would get discovered and the people of Romania would lynch her. History was yet to forgive the enchantress. 

Esmeralda decided that she would research more on the wolves' bloodlines and the typical behaviors of their alphas. She needed one weapon to fight with. If she was his mate, then there was a high chance that she was going to hold her horses on her mother's plan and make an abrupt turn.

Her mother was the offender. She knew this. It didn't matter what the king might have done to her. Cursing the heir apparent to the throne had been way overboard.

She woke up with a start and relaxed when she discovered she was in the tub. She just had the dirtiest dream of her life while she dozed off in the tub. Esmeralda looked around the bathroom. It was almost dark. She sat up in the tub and drained the water, filling it back with new water.

She let the water fill the tub, it swallowed her up, leaving out only her face. .She rested her neck on the hard curve of the tub. Water therapy after a long and stressful day. This was where she had the energy to straighten out things in her head. 

Replaying the past day's events and evaluating things she could have done differently.

She had only wanted to meditate on her chaotic life but she had fallen asleep somehow, and dreamt the dirtiest dream. She was in the prince's office. He had looked at her like she belonged to him, like she was his. The intensity of his gaze had her womanly parts yearning for his attention.

"Take off your clothes, Esmeralda." He had said to her. 

Esmeralda didn't respond immediately. Perhaps if it had happened in reality, she would have succumbed to him. He always had that effect on her, from the first day she started working with him.

"Take off your clothes, Esmeralda." He had said again.

She slowly slid off the thin straps of her dinner gown. Why had she been wearing a dinner gown? It was a dream….she told herself. Anyone could wear anything in the dream, including a potato sack. 

The prince had licked his lips and cussed slightly when he saw she was not wearing any underwear. 

Too impatient to watch her striptease, he rose from his desk and went to her. He grabbed the two pointed mounds on her chest and began to knead them. He had kissed her with the urgency of a hungry man.

Their tongues fought for control, a struggle to satisfy the craving one had for the other. He  grabbed her legs and wrapped it around her waist, walking them to the glass panes and lowering her in front of it.

He dragged her gown and grinned wickedly at her lack of underwear. Then he turned her and pressed her to the glass. Her breasts were plastered against the cold glass. He bit her neck softly.

"How do you feel, knowing there are people outside staring at your nakedness and wishing you were theirs?"

When she didn't answer right away, he slapped her ass twice and hard. He was yet to touch her, but she was dripping wet already.

"Look at the people out on the road, separated from you only by height and a thin sheet of glass. How do you like it, Esmeralda?" He massaged her ass cheeks, probing her hole and teasing it.

"I like it very much." She replied quickly. She wanted him badly.

He moved away from her and she moaned at the loss of his heat. He pulled her back and bent her roughly.

"Widen your legs, Esmeralda." 

He rubbed his finger up and down her vagina. She could feel the heat rushing up her face.

"Too bad you can't see how wet you are for me." He said, rubbing his fingers against her folds and down her butthole. Esmeralda felt him kneel behind her, and she wondered what he was up to. 

A loud gasp left her mouth when his hot mouth touched her vagina. He held her butt cheeks wide and tongued her. He teased her labia before pressing his tongue into her heavenly orifice. He wasn't claiming her, he was pleasuring her.

Esmeralda kept moaning. Someone could see her like this, her body bent in the touch-your-toe-style, her breasts dangling and her body shaking with the intense pleasure the prince was giving her.

He twirled his tongue around her labia. She moaned helplessly when his teeth grazed her. Her orgasm was building.

He dove his tongue into her again, lapping up her juices and eating her out. She felt one of his fingers pry her butthole open and she closed her legs. The prince spread her legs wider and continued pleasuring her. 

He finger fucked her butthole at the same time. She was moaning loudly, moving back and forth. His stubble grazing the outside of her vagina steamed up her orgasm. He increased the pressure of his tongue and thrust his fingers into her faster and she took off on the path to a mind gripping and toe curling orgasm.

The dream had felt so real. Was she getting obsessed with him? That was going to be bad, because he wasn't with her. She was going to have a really hard time getting that dream out of her head.