The Rejected Luna’s Prince By Aurora Archer
Chapter 52 – The Dance
(Willa)
The silence settled over us again, but everyone’s eyes weren’t focused on him this time. I could almost feel the wave of emotions flickering through them. The confusion and shock were evident on all of their faces, even Camillas.
I a*s*sumed that she either knew or he would have told her, but I guess he hadn’t. Or maybe she was just a great actress, but I doubted that.
“My son will still be the next Alpha, won’t he?” Camilla asked, her voice sounding hollow.
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“No, that can’t be true,” His mom shook her head multiple times and put a hand on Camilla’s arm, “You didn’t tell him.” She turned her blazing gaze towards me.
“It doesn’t matter what you believe,” Caspien responded, “But this isn’t the time nor the place, and this isn’t what we came for.”
He stood up, reaching out a hand for me, as always, giving me an option. I placed my gloved hand in his and stood up. I knew it would have to come out, but I didn’t want to get in the middle of their family drama. This didn’t have anything to do with me.
“Her son, their son, is the rightful heir.” His dad cut in.
I sighed; that was also not why we came here.
“Discuss your son’s misdeeds amongst yourselves. If you’ll excuse me, I promised my mate a dance.” Caspien said, the edge back to his voice that I knew he didn’t have to fake.
“But-”
“I was just being polite. I do not need nor want your permission to leave. My mate and I are going to dance.” With that Caspien whirled me away, placing a protective hand on my lower back.
“Awful people,” He shook his head, “I don’t know how you dealt with them.” His face softened.
“They weren’t as bad then as they were now,” I offered a smile, but I didn’t know if that was even true.
The dining room was transformed, and guests started to trickle in. The decorations were actually pretty decent, for my taste, at least. Long strands of gems were hung from the ceiling, reflecting the light and bouncing it around. Long drapes of black fabric hung from the ceiling over the strands of gems, and candles were placed around tables on the outskirts of a dance floor.
“Princess,” Caspien held out his hand, but there was no hint of laughter on his face. I placed my hand in his, and he bowed his head k*issing the back of it, “Will you let me accompany you to the dance floor?”
“It would be my honor,” I smiled back at him.
He whisked me to the center of the empty floor, no one else was dancing yet, but soft music sounded from somewhere.
His hand wrapped around my lower back and took my other in his. I placed a hand on his chest, and he started to move.
It was fluid, almost primal, and I was in awe of him. He constantly surprised me, but dancing was probably part of the royal upbringing.
I don’t know what I’m doing – I linked him
I do- A smile curled on his face brightening his eyes.
He held me closer, so my front was flush against his. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he spun me around.
My train twirled behind us, and I quickly got the hang of it or at least pretended to.
He was guiding me, but he wasn’t doing specific steps. My dress was long enough that he could lead me around, and it looked like I knew what I was doing.
I trusted him and relaxed into his embrace.
All my worries melted away. I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t care that we were the only ones on the floor. The only thing that mattered was me in his arms.
My stomach filled with butterflies, I was actually having fun, something I did not expect from this weekend.
Ready for the grand finale? He asked.
I nodded once, not breaking contact with his icy eyes. Warmth curled through me, settling deep within me at his p.enetrating stare. He seemed to look through me, into me.
I never had anyone look at me like this, see me like this.
With Nolan, I fought for his attention, and even when he gave it to me, it was fleeting. I realized now that despite the mate bond and my childish infatuation, we had nothing real.
I felt so much love radiate from my true mate, and it didn’t have to do with the bond. His adoration for who I actually was consumed me.
He removed his firm grip on my waist and lifted my hand over my head, spinning me.
Once, twice, three times around.
It was thrilling, and I was surprised I didn’t fall.
The next thing I knew, I was back in his arms and being dipped low.
Applause filled the room, Caspien’s breath came short as he lowered over me, some of his hair falling over his face. He leaned closer and placed a soft k*iss on my lips that I returned hungrily.
He righted us, and I pulled back, flushed.
That was amazing
I smiled unreservedly at him, and he tucked a curl that snuck out of my crown behind my ear before holding out his arm to me.
A crowd surrounded the dance floor. They parted to let us through, smiling and nodding at us. Caspien didn’t take his gaze from me as we exited the dining room through the open doors.
I clutched his hand close to mine.
An omega ran up in front of us and showed us to our room. The largest guestroom, reserved for only the most prominent guests… across from Nolan’s room, my old room.
It didn’t affect me at all. If anything, it was funny—the absolute irony of it all.
The place was the same, but I was different.
I grew and was challenged, and I came back a different person than when I left.
I finally understood why my parents didn’t feel the same here. They grew too.
“Madame,” Caspien opened the door wide and lowered himself into a bow.
I shook my head and tugged him in.
Once the door was shut, I turned to face him. We were standing a few feet away, just looking at each other, not saying anything. Silently unpacking the night.
“I’ve never seen you, so at a loss for words,” I stepped towards him.
“I would say that was a success, actually, but my brain is reeling.” He wrapped his arms around me.
I settled into him.
“Let’s get you out of this. I’ve been waiting for this since you put it on.” He flipped me around, and I almost s.creamed.
“F*uc*k, what is this witchcraft?” He sounded frustrated.
“Give me a second,” I edged on the bed and removed the train.
He knelt by my legs and took off my shoes, taking my feet in my hands and gently ma*s*saging them. My head lulled back, I didn’t realize how sore my feet were, and this was heaven.
When he was done and I was thoroughly ma*s*saged, I stood and turned to him, pointing to the hidden zipper that Rachel insisted was put under the buttons.
The dress started to fall off, and even though it was comfortable, it felt so good to be taken off of me with Caspien’s warm hands. My b*reas*ts were freed from their confines, and the cool air against them was a relief.
“Step out,” He commanded once he pushed it down my body to my feet.
He hung up the dress and the train; I appreciated that and found it humorous. He was so corporate sometimes; I couldn’t think of a better word.
I flopped on the bed, propping myself up and watching him.
He locked the door before turning to me, his eyes flashing black as he loosened his tie, taking a few steps toward me. He discarded it, slipping off his jacket, and worked on the buttons of his shirt.
Anticipation swelled inside of me, sending every nerve ending on edge.
“I won’t make you wait,” He promised, “I need you now more than I can put into words.”
I swallowed, “Thank the Goddess.”
Caspien looked my bare chest over in appreciation.
My breath was rapidly increasing, watching him undress in front of me. His body rippled with every movement he made, my throat went dry.
All of him was mine and only mine.
Possessiveness wasn’t stifling, and I was still coming to terms with that.
It was freeing, in his way, our way.
We belonged to each other in every sense of the word, and I couldn’t believe he was mine. This tall, seemingly domineering man loomed over me. He was running his hands through his thick hair staring at me as if I was something rare to be appreciated, and with him, I believed it.
My mate lowered himself between my open legs and slipped his hands under my underwear, tugging it off my legs and discarding it. I laid bare in front of him exactly as I wanted.
There was no self-consciousness left in me, not with him.
There was nothing I didn’t want him to see.
“F*uc*k, Willa,” Capsien’s breath came out heavy, “I want to savor you.”
“Take me, now.” I cut him off.
To h*ell with the savoring I needed him.
He smiled and stood up, hovering over me. He positioned his hardened d*ic*k across my entrance, grazing it slowly, coating himself with my wetness that was all for him, because of him.
His lips curled into a half smile that was more of a smirk as he entered me.
I clutched the blankets as he filled me up. Every part of my body was focused on where his body met mine.
He leaned over me, letting some of his weight fall onto me.
He hovered over me, holding my head in his hands as t.hrust into me, over and over, building up a steady pressure.
Warmth and the mate bond mixed with my complete awe and adoration for him.
It was stifling and raw and powerful.
My o*rgas*m was an undoing. I grasped his arms, feeling his muscles move under his skin as he was seeking his p.leasure within me.
I was built up, slowly, and then all at once.
It ripped me apart from the inside out, and no matter how I tried to put myself back together, part of me belonged to him.
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I lay n*ake*d wrapped in my mate’s strong arms. I was pressed up against his toned body, his steady breathing was pulling me into sleep. My mate’s warm earthy scent was a*s*sociated with nothing but trust and safety. His warmth seeped into me and I had never felt so comfortable, so at home in this packhouse.