Roman pov

Roman pov

It is done. I left for good. I hope I don't have to go back to that wretched pack, again. I don't even know what drew me to it in the first place. Let alone the Royal one. But the doubts and everything there is will go away once I am inside her. Inside the only woman I call mine. My first love and my first mate.

As soon as we take off, I close my eyes and slowly drift off into a deep sleep. I am woken at the end by the staff. The air hostess curls her fingers on my shoulder and blinks suggestively. Despite my low growling, she gasps and reacts as if it is her touch that is doing this to me. What a stupid girl. No one can touch me like that except my mate.

*Which one* my wolf growls and I roll my eyes at that. He isn't at all pleased that we left that woman back at the pack. As soon as she kissed me, he almost took her. Fortunately, I immediately reacted to the situation and regained control before the kiss could become anything.

"If you don't want to get down, I can go down on you." The air hostess voice breaks me of my trance and I watch her with a smirk. She mimics my expression, thinking that I am down for it, no pun.

We are the only ones left in the empty flight now, as I glance around.

“There is no one around” Taking off her blouse, she says. I chuckle, one fun time before I meet my love. It's much needed after years of playing the good doctor. A mistake is fine.

After going around the exit, I enter the car that is waiting for me. A man dressed in total black drives the car. The car is tinted dark black too. He glances at me, licking his lips.

“When was the last time you ate?” I say checking my watch, wondering why the drive is so slow.

“This morning, sir”

“Then drive faster.”

“Sorry, sir. You smell a lot like fresh..”

“Blood”, I finish his sentence. At the same time, I notice a drop of fucking blood on my precious watch. I take my handkerchief, wiping the blood off till the spot shines.

“Drive”, I order. He obeys without asking any more questions. There is peace here, as opposed to someone I know who can stop herself from asking many questions at the same time. My bet is that if she were a human, she would be in interrogation rooms trying to wring answers from criminals.

My phone starts ringing furiously as if I was thinking about something that shouldn't be. “Yes”, I answer. It takes a good few minutes for the other person to explain the situation to me.

“Good” I cut the call, smirking. It appears that my men have handled my ‘request to transfer’. To ensure we reach the other pack safely, a pack warrior travels with us. I ditched this poor warrior at the airport and boarded another flight.

Apparently, my men sucked him dry, which will raise the talk, but I don't have to worry about it. My love will handle it.

The forest finally comes into view after a few agonizing hours. It looks as if the actual death has coated the place, but it's not in my mind at the moment.

I leave the car and walk into the house. She comes running to me, engulfing me in a tight hug, her legs going around me. I chuckle, my hands going to grab her ass.

“Myla” was the first thing I cried out when my hands finally touched her.

"Don't think I'm forgetting what you and you men did. We'll talk about it later."

As I open my mouth to speak, she presses a finger on my lips, that wicked smile in place.

"Now, all I want to talk about or do is you”. She whispers the last part in my ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and biting it. Blood trickled down, but she licked them slowly, taking her time savouring every last drop.

“Let me see you” I put her down, taking her features in. Her red hair is loose and wavy. Almost red eyes accentuate her pale skin. I can read her like a book. The lust, all the things she wants to do to me and all the things she expects me to do.

I groan again.

As my hands go to her waist, they fix themselves on her curves. I inhale her scent like oxygen as I dip my head in her neck. I lift her, and she squeals. I head straight to our bedroom. She gasps when I drop her on the bed. In fact, my entire attention is drawn to her breasts, which bounces right before my eyes.

She watches me slowly as I remove my coat. Her pupils dilate with desire and in less than a second, she is in front of me removing my shirt with ease. I let one of my hands go through her hair and the other on her ass squeezing them to mush.

When I close my mouth with her, I feel alive again. We kiss with passion, excitement, and an unfathomable frenzy. Her scent surrounds me, and her moaning accompanies every squeeze of my hand and every stroke of my tongue.

I drop her clothes one by one, breaking the kiss only when necessary. She grabs my pants. I pull away getting rid of my remaining clothing like they are burning me. And right now, they are. She does the same to herself, but a hell of a lot faster than me.

Possessively and primordially, I pull her towards me. She lets me have her, her every inch touching me. I shamelessly grind myself against her and resume kissing her. Devouring her.

She pulls away from me, breaking the kiss, and looks into my eyes. “Her?”

She understands the confusion I project and corrects herself. “Your other mate”
I growl loudly as my expression turns sour. 'Let's not talk about her, Myla.'

“Did you kiss her?” she tries, lying on the bed, spread out across it. My eyes roam her naked body with an uncontrollable desire to be inside her, right now. She cocks her eyebrow as she can hear me.

I suddenly feel my throat dry, not because of her question but because she spreads her legs for me to see. Only me.

She is waiting for me, dripping, and I will surely die if I don't get a taste of her medicine. “No”

I say and hover over her. My thumb goes over her pleasure bud pressing it lightly. I feel her perfect boobs press against my chest as she arches her back. The contact causes her nipples to go hard. Taking this time as my chance I say, “She did”

Before she can speak, I'll shut my mouth on her again, sucking her bottom lip. Then I work on her clit with my thumb, lightly pressing and rubbing it. I notice her eyes go to the back of her head with pleasure as I push two fingers into her, moving them fast.

“Please, Bryan. Yes. yes.” she hisses, biting into my shoulder with enough force to draw blood. She sucks the blood while I add another finger to her release.

A glance at her face is enough for me to come, but I control myself, wanting to be inside of her. She looks at me, satisfied and with a smile. Her smile turns a perfect ‘o’ when I thrust my dick in her in one powerful move. I see her eyes as I make love to her.

As we move about, we cause wet sounds to reverberate throughout the room and the air around us becomes hot. Taking hold of the back of the right knee, I put it at a different angle so I can go deeper into her. My thrusts become frantic, chasing my own release. As her moans become louder, so do my grunts and growls.

With three long and deep thrusts, I come in her while she bites the crook of my neck, sucking the blood. Her walls grip me tight, which draws another orgasm from me.

She slowly takes the fangs out and she kisses my neck. She starts to pant as I pull away.

“Is it just me or did you get better at it since the last time?" she whispers.

Turning to her, I chuckle. Turning to me, she pulls me so my face lands on her soft and juicy boobs. I chuckle once again before starting to suck and lick them, taking my time with them.

Her panting turns into moaning again and it’s music to me. Then she has to ruin the moment by bringing up Taylor again.

“What did you tell her?”

Looking up, I see her face. The hooded eyes of her eyes are curious to hear my answer as she looks down at me.

"I told her that I love you. I also told her that you were dead”.

She smirks at me, her fingers combing through my hair. "I did die before my mother turned me into a vampire," she says.

I nod at her. “She was miserable when I left her” Myla laughs and I smile, resuming my earlier activities.