by Dalia Wright
“Are you sure? Why me though?” she asked.
‘Because you’re the first person I’ve met that makes me happy. I’ve met someone who understands me, who loves me, and who wants to really help me. I’ve never really felt this way about a human before, mainly because I felt like if I’ve ever shown my true form to one, that they would hate me and want to get away from me. But you, you seem fine with it for the most part, and I love that about you. I wanted to tell you about that sooner, but I wanted to wait for the right moment,” he admitted.
She listened to this, nodding in assent as she took it all in.
“Wow. I still can’t believe this,” she said. She didn’t know what to think, other than the fact that she was very happy with the words uttered.
“Well, I hope you don’t hate me,” he replied.
She didn’t. In fact, she felt the complete opposite of that. She was happy to have finally seen his true side, and she felt happy that she could give him the love and adoration that she wanted to. She’s felt strongly for him for a long time, and the fact that she could still love this man despite it all made her happy.
“Well remember, that despite everything that’s happened, I still love you,” she replied.
He smiled, and soon the two of them locked lips with one another once again, both of them feeling the passion course through them as they continued to lip lock with one another passionately.
Chapter Seven
The two of them continued to kiss, both of them not wanting to stop. The passions of the flesh grew even stronger with every moment, and Alex moaned in wanton need and excitement as she felt him continue to take over her mouth. At first, it started out as chaste kissing, but soon it became more impassioned, and soon their tongues started to mingle with one another, both of them moaning each other’s name in excitement and need. He started to push her down on the couch, hovering over her and kissing her in a needy, hungry way. Alex let him take the lead, since she had never done this before. He continued to kiss her hard, both of them loving the way the other person felt as they let their passions overflow, and their desires run wild.
He moved his lips away, kissing down her body and loving the small sounds that came out of her mouth. He started with a couple of small nibbles and kisses, but then he got down to her neck, and soon he started to let little kisses and touches pepper over her skin. She moaned bucking her hips in excitement and need as he continued this. He started to nibble on the sensitive part of her neck, and when he did that she let out a small, guttural sound as she bucked her hips up in excitement. She wanted this, and he was giving it to her just like she fanaticized. His kisses were soft, but they were also very passionate as well, and she felt like she was getting lost in the touches and feelings that she got from this man.
He started to bite down on her collarbone, lightly nibbling and sucking on the flesh there. She moaned bucking her hips in need as he continued the onslaught down her body to where the tips of her breast were. He kissed against the exposed area, taking off her shirt without any second thoughts. She gasped feeling her body soon become exposed in front of him, but she enjoyed it as well. He then started to kiss and nibble down her breast, lightly cupping them as he did this.
Alex was already getting lost in his erotic touches. He moved his hands to her bra, taking it off in a swift motion. She moaned feeling her body become exposed almost immediately because of this. It was a bit embarrassing, but she didn’t mind it at the end of the day. He then started to take the nipple into his mouth, lightly licking and sucking on the flesh while his tongue started to flick over the area around the nipple. He licked the puckered area erotically, making Alex hiss in pleasure as he did this. It felt so good, the pleasure so perfect and her body going crazy with uncontrollable lust.
He then started to move his hands against the other one, his palm rubbing against the tip of the budding nipple and his lips hungrily sucking and teasing the other erect bud. She gasped, feeling her body go crazy with need. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.
He could already sense that she was close, and Darren wanted her now more than ever. He moved his lips down to her stomach, kissing the smooth area with his lips in a slow, erotic fashion. He then moved towards her pants, slipping his fingers to the sides of her jeans and taking them off with one move. He then grasped her panties, taking them off in a slow, erotic fashion. Her shaven pussy was soon exposed, and soon his hands danced over the tips of it, making Alex moan.
“Fuck,” she said.
“Do you like that?” he breathed out.
She nodded, feeling the ecstasy of the moment. He started to move his hand slowly against the tip of her clit, touching the edge of it before he pushed his digit against it. She moaned, feeling her body buck with excitement and need, her hips rolling against his own. She moaned feeling her pussy wetten with each touch. He then started to move down her folds towards her entrance, pushing his fingers deep into her. He plunged within, filling her up with small, delicate strokes. She moaned, bucking her hips and enjoying the way he was filling her with his soft and delicate digits.
He pushed another finger in, using the two fingers to scissor against the areas. She moaned and was practically going crazy against him. He moved his fingers up against her sweet spot, scraping lightly against the flesh. That’s when she nearly lost it, and that’s when he pulled his fingers away, licking them.
“I hope you like this,” he said. In truth, Alex was still a virgin, but he didn’t mind it at all. He spread her legs, undoing his pants as he pulled out his straining cock, one that was throbbing with need. He pushed it into her, and soon she was screaming out in both pain and pleasure at the sudden push against her hymen.
Her virginity was broken within moments and soon she felt him deep inside of her. It felt so good, and she then felt him thrust deep into her, his cock filling her up completely. She gripped the couch, screaming out as he started to penetrate her with his aching member. His cock moved in and out in a fluid motion, causing her breasts to bounce and her moans to echo through the area. She felt like she was being taken to another world, a world that only they knew, and one that they would only continue to know.
He continued this in a relentless manner, thrusting deep into her and loving the way that it felt. He then groaned, and when he felt him twitch within her, Alex screamed out, her pussy tightening as she came hard against him.
She felt her vision go white with shock as her body started to practically go insane with the orgasm she had. She screamed out, and suddenly, she felt bliss. At that exact same moment, Darren let out a moan as well, his cock throbbing as it came hard within her. She could feel him filling her up inside, and she loved the way that it felt.
The two of them looked at one another, and when he pulled out, he smiled at her.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“I sure did. But I’m worried. I might be pregnant,” she said.
“It’s fine. If it’s your child, I’ll take care of it,” he replied.
She smiled at him, feeling happy that he seemed to care a lot about her. “Thank you Darren. For everything,” she replied.
“You’re very welcome princess. I’ll always take care of you,” he replied.
The two of them kissed, and Alex realized that she had fallen for this man. She didn’t care what had happened next, for she knew deep down that this was the right choice to make. There were so many changes to her life in just that moment, and soon she felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest as she looked at him.
A couple of weeks later, she started to feel strange. She was getting sick a lot, and she had a craving for the weirdest of foods. She immediately ran to the store, and soon she realized the truth. She was pregnant, and the child was Darren’s.
She called him right away, and when they met up, Darren looked at her with shock.
“What’s wrong” he asked.
“Well, I found out I’m pregnant. It’s yours. It happened,”
she said. She didn’t know what to do, especially since she never thought that she would be in this situation. Sure they were together now, but would he stay.
He then kissed her on the lips, looking at her with a smile present on his face.
“Well, I hope you know that I’m not going to leave you. I know that we make mistakes, and that things happen, but just remember that I love you, and I’ll always take care of you,” he replied.
“I love you too Darren. We will take care of this child,” she replied.
The two of them kissed one another hard, both of them happy and satisfied. It was the start of a great future, and although she never thought that this would happen to her, she was glad that it was with Darren, her love and the man that cared about her more than life itself. To Alex, that’s what really mattered at the end of the day, and she knew that no matter what the odds, they would make it through, for they knew that their love was stronger than ever before.
The two of them had a beautiful baby girl named Anna, and they lived together in a house after the two of them got married. Alex knew that a shotgun wedding wasn’t what she really wanted, but Darren told her that he wanted to marry her right away. He told her that she was worth it, and that she was the princess that he had been looking for.
He continued to associate with his wolf brothers, protecting the town from any creatures that were out there. Alex learned that Anna was a shifter as well, and she welcomed it with open arms. Alex was shocked when she saw her daughter change, but at the end of the day, Darren helped her, and soon the two of them started to learn more about one another. Alex learned a lot about Darren through her daughter, and when Alex looked back, she didn’t regret anything whatsoever. She fell for the wolf shifter, the man who came in on a fluke that one day at the store, and hasn’t looked back since.
*** THE END ***
The Highlander’s English Princess
By: Stephanie Hunt
It was a gloomy fall afternoon. It was remarkable that there was nothing positive about this afternoon, save for the person that she was about to meet. The woman in question, was Elizabeth Brown, a beautiful young girl of the age of twenty-three. There were many things going through her mind as she strolled along by herself. She noticed that the weather was pretty bleak, but she liked it that way. Ever since she was a young girl she enjoyed going for a stroll in inclement weather. This afternoon, she was by herself looking at the lovely trees which seemed to be part of an orchard. Succulent red apples were dangling from many of the tree branches. She went up to a low-hanging branch and picked one of the apples. She took a few bites and was transported back to her childhood when she and her mother went apple-picking together. Then, out of nowhere, there was a man’s voice behind her.
“Need a hand, lass?” said the man’s voice, in a Scottish accent. She forgot that she had strolled close to the Scottish border and really should not have been surprised at all at the presence of a Scot.
“No, uh, that’s okay. I am fine. I was just tempted by this delicious-looking fruit.”
“I have never seen you about these parts. Do you live nearby?”
“I live in the big house up the hill, about three or four miles from here.”
“And you have yet to answer my question about your name. You do have one, don’t you?”
“Forgive me, I am just not used to making acquaintance with strange men. I am Elizabeth.”
“Charmed,” said the Scot, holding out his hand. “I am Hamish McAndrews.”
Elizabeth took a moment to size up Hamish. He was tall, attractive, dark hair, and well-built. It looked as though he spent time exercising or lived off the lands. But his attire gave the impression that he was from a well-to-do family. Perhaps even nobility.
“May I walk you back to your house?” asked Hamish politely.
“Well, I do have to be back within an hour or so. My mother is expecting me for dinner.”
“Perfect! It will give us the chance to get to know each other better,” said Hamish happily.
The two of them walked for about an hour up the hill until they were within sight of Elizabeth’s home. They talked about everything from local politics, to the military conflict between Scotland and England, to what they each did for a living. They also discussed friendships and family. It turned out that Hamish had lost his family at a very young age but decided to join the military. He was now a high-ranking non-commissioned officer and was in charge of an entire platoon. The military and political climate in recent years have been escalating. It was expected that the Scottish army would see battle in the very near future.
“Well, I am sorry to leave you,” said Elizabeth. “But this is where I live. As I said, I am expected for dinner. But it was nice chatting with you, Hamish!”
Hamish did not want to leave Elizabeth without arranging another meeting. He was quite stricken with her. “Can I come by tomorrow night for another walk?”
“I don’t think that’s best. If my father knew that I was consorting with a Scottish infantryman I’d get into a world of trouble. Sorry.”
Hamish had no choice but to accept the fact that another meeting could not be arranged with Elizabeth. So he dejectedly left her at her door and set about the long walk back to base camp.
When he arrived at his camp he entered his tent and walked over to his cot amongst the other senior non-commissioned officers. He lay down and tried to get some rest. But nothing could shake the pleasant memory of his encounter with Elizabeth. Everything about her resonated with him. She had the most beautiful, supple white skin. Her body was beautifully curvaceous but not at all self-indulgent. And she dressed as befit an English lady. He realized at this point that he forgot to ask her for her age. But he guessed that she was in her early twenties. Perhaps twenty-three or twenty-four. It made no matter. As a soldier who had not yet reached mid-life he would not be considered to be too old for her.
Back at Elizabeth’s estate, she too could not shake the memory of their enc0unter from her mind. Over dinner with her parents she was noticeably distracted. Her appetite was also not what it usually was. She ate very little, and talked even less. She wondered if she would ever see Hamish again, but recognized also that it was sort of a pipe dream. She was English, and he was Scottish. And their two countries were pretty much at war with one another.
There was another reason why she knew that a relationship with Hamish would never work out. Her father had promised her to an English prince and she was expected to marry him. Their family was very well regarded and so marrying royalty would be – as her father put it – the perfect step in their family’s destiny. She had met the prince a few times. He was about twenty-five, so two years older than her, and quite bratty. He expected everyone to do exactly as he said and if anyone disobeyed, he would either ex-communicate them or send them to be hanged. He had no appreciation for the tenderness of human compassion and that very much scared Elizabeth. Sometimes she wondered how her father could be so cruel as to force her into the marriage.
As Elizabeth ate her soup, her father, Edward, wondered why she seemed so glum. “What is wrong, honey?” he asked her from across the dinner table.
“Dad, I was thinking. Maybe I shouldn’t marry the prince. Maybe I could find someone on my own to marry. You know, someone that I loved.”
“Honey, we’ve been over this so many times. You need to marry someone that befits your station. And Prince Albert is a great match for you. He would ensure our family’s place in British royalty for generations. We are very lucky that he is interested in you.”
“Easy for you to say, Dad. You are not the one that has to marry the brat.”
“Honey, don’t call him that. We will be going to the castle tomorrow evening in a carriage for you to have your second meeting with him. If you are rude, or disrespectful, he is apt to cancel the whole marriage plan. And that would leave us in quite a dilemma.”
Elizabeth couldn’t take it anymore. It was just so unfair. She stood up at the tabl
e and ran up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. She lay face down on her bed and screamed into her pillow. “I am only trying to help you, honey!” her father called from downstairs.
Elizabeth spent the night crying to herself. She did not want to marry Prince Albert. She didn’t care how rich or how powerful he was. She did not give a wit if it made her family look good to other aristocrats. As she slept, she dreamt of Hamish. In her dream, Hamish walked up the castle steps to where Prince Albert sat on his throne and murdered him. Then he kissed her and swept her away into a new life somewhere far, far away. When she woke up in the morning she was disappointed that it was just a dream and not a reality.
Meanwhile, in Scotland, Hamish was gearing up for an assault on an English outpost near the border. He was getting his men together for a full-on attack, and was currently making sure that all the provisions were in order and that the platoon’s men were ready for a possible battle. He inspected the edge on one of his soldier’s swords, and found it lacking.
“Sharpen this edge, you nitwit!” he commanded, and the poor soldier hastily took out a whetstone and worked it down the blade making the edge ever sharper.
Hamish walked up and down the lines of his platoon, adjusting straps here, repositioning helmets there, fixing the armour on one or two soldiers. Overall, he was pleased with the state of his platoon. They seemed ready for battle. He had been training them for months. After they all lined up and passed inspection, Hamish called out to them, boosting their morale: “Troops! Today will be the first time that some of you will have seen real combat. For others, this will be a routine repeat of other engagements you have made. But I don’t want any of you getting cocky. The enemy can sense weakness, and if you hesitate at the wrong moment you are dead! And if you are dead, you are no use to me or anyone. So I do not give you permission to fall in battle. Is that clear?”
