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“Helen,” she whimpered, nails scratching a trail down Helen’s shoulder back. “I’m…”
Her words were cut off by a moan echoing in the enclave between their bodies. Helen grunted against her – nothing, not even the end of the world, could stop her from grinding against Monique and bringing herself to an orgasm she shared with raw enthusiasm.
For once, Helen was louder than Monique, who bit back her cries and listened to her Mistress release her urges, at first eager, and then so determined that the bed creaked and their wet skin created a familiar sound that lulled Monique right into another dip into nothingness.
“Yes!” she cried, her next shout trapped in her throat. Long, steady thrusts slammed into her as Helen lost her mind and her ability to withhold the world.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, their harried breaths only interrupted by a kiss here and a sigh there. As Helen dozed against her neck, legs and arms entwined with hers, Monique had to admit that she never felt safer. It had nothing to do with the mansion, or the money, or the privacy in such a large home. It had everything to do with the way Helen held her, as if she were the most precious being in the universe.I’m not a princess. I’m a queen.Queen of the wolves, and this was the mate the moon had sent to protect her.
Chapter 21
The Princess and the Dragon
“Agirl could get used to living like this.” Monique rolled over in bed, extending her arm to touch Helen’s wrist.
She got up from the vanity, clothes mostly on but her blouse still unbuttoned. “Used to living like what?” Helen’s posture was straight, dexterous fingers weaving buttons through their appropriate holes.Naked or dressed like that, I’ll eat her alive. Her navy blue pencil skirt made Monique want to fling back the bed covers and remind her Mistress that she was naked.
And sore, but the sweet way Helen took care of her after their long date was almost as good as the sex itself. Her tender touches, her kisses to Monique's aching flesh, and the way she massaged her tiny bruises took her to a place of peace that she had yet to experience in such a long time.
“Used to living like a queen.”
“Not a princess?”
“I believe you were calling me a queen of wolves before a princess. Which is it?”
Helen bent down and kissed Monique’s cheek. Perfume already on, she smelled like the million dollars she carried in her pocket at any moment.I don’t care about the money, but I care about the money.Money was security. Money meant a certain lifestyle could be maintained. Money meant Helen could do what she did while Monique lay naked in bed all morning.
“Depends on the day. You’re either about to bite someone or begging to be rescued. I follow the patterns.”
Monique sighed. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be back by lunch. Until then, there’s biscuits and tea in the other room. If you get hungry or need anything else, you’re free to call the butler. He’ll take care of you.”
“Not as good as you do.”
Helen adjusted the cuffs of her fitted blouse. “Thank God. I’d have to fire him.” Her wink sent ripples of heat through Monique’s body. “He shouldn’t be going through my stuff like that.”
Monique sat up, keeping the comforter around her body – not that she was shy about showing Helen what she had seen many times by now. “Am I yourstuff?”
“No. I was thinking of the crops and whips and whatever the hell else I’ve got hiding around here.”
She shrugged into her jacket and gave Monique one more kiss. “I’ve got video calls to make in my office a few doors down. When I get done, we’ll go have lunch in the back gardens. You’ll love them.”
Biting her lip, Monique rolled onto her stomach and huddled beneath the comforter. “Or I could stay right here.”
“Whatever you want, lovely.”
Helen patted her through the comforter before departing. The door closed gently behind her and locked – on the outside.Monique could easily unlock it. They weren’t playing any games today. Not yet, anyway.
Monique remained in bed for another fifteen minutes, enjoying the comfort and the sweet sunshine coming through the bedroom window. Even though Helen’s bed probably wasn’t any better than the one in the Manoir, it somehow seemed better. Probably because it washers. And smelled likeher.
Eventually, Monique had to get up, especially when she remembered there was tea in the other room. Monique pushed herself out of bed and searched for her red robe in her overnight bag. Once it was on she fluffed out her hair – now devoid of her curls – and searched for the goodies.
The tea was Earl Grey, and the biscuits were, well, English. Monique poured herself a cup and took a biscuit to the nearest couch. She debated turning on the TV but instead picked up her phone and read a message from June saying that everything had gone smoothly the previous night.
Monique called the first person to come to mind.
“If you’re calling me at ten on a Saturday morning, then something must be up.” Etta sounded like she was halfway through her first cup of coffee. “So, what’s up?”
