My Werewolf Husband (Domenico and Misty): A Hot BBW Billionaire Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

by Marian Tee

  Even as she blushed, she was already wrapping her arms around his neck, a wordless answer that told him he had guessed right. She wanted this to cement her courage, and whatever she wanted, he would give it to her, even if he had to move mountains and empty oceans for it.

  Misty’s entire body shuddered as Domenico stripped the last piece of clothing from her, his hot gaze studying her from head to toe. When he kissed her, she returned it wholeheartedly, the tender, fierce passion of his kiss making her blink furiously. She didn’t want to cry because it would mean this could be their last night together. And she didn’t want to think that. She refused to believe that.

  She whimpered as Domenico’s lips lifted from hers and he began to kiss every inch of her. He rained kisses on her face and made her gasp when his tongue traced the delicate curves of her sensitive ears. He sucked on her neck, long and hard, and Misty knew he was marking her yet again.

  A sigh escaped Misty as Domenico nuzzled the valley between her breasts, the sound quickly turning into a breathy gasp when he plumped one pale globe and fed its pink nipple to his mouth. He laved each nipple with agonizing attention, causing her to writhe under him. But it was when Domenico rose on his knees and clasped her ankles that had Misty freezing.

  Heart thundering, she lifted herself up on her elbows in clumsy haste, her wary gaze following her husband’s every move. “Domenico…” Her voice trailed off in shock as she felt him pushing her legs apart into a wide V while he moved forward—

  “Oh my God!” A shudder travelled through her entire frame as Domenico buried his face in her pussy. The pleasure was excruciating, driving her to the point of madness. “Oh my God, Domenico, stop…” It was too much, she needed to get away from him—

  But Domenico only tightened his hold on her, his fear for Misty’s safety adding a savage edge to his passion. He devoured her sweet flesh with his tongue, licking, thrusting, and when her body started to stiffen in his hold, Domenico became even more relentless, wanting her cries of pleasure to fill the room.

  Misty found herself falling against the bed as Domenico’s fingers joined his mouth. Each thrust, each kiss, each flick wrecked her, and Misty gripped the bedsheets as she desperately tried to hang on to her sanity. “Domenico, please…” He always, always made her feel this way. So lost in him with need that she didn’t know how she could ever survive without him.

  The ball of pleasure inside her was tightening and growing, filling her with so much heat that she felt like she was about to explode any minute—

  Domenico, sensing his wife’s impending release, straightened from her body.

  Misty let out a moan of protest at the sudden emptiness between her legs. She opened her eyes as she felt Domenico moving—

  Their eyes came into contact—

  “I love you, Misty.” And then he was inside her, stuffing her pussy with his enormous cock—

  Misty screamed, her eyes rolling back at the sheer blazing pleasure of her husband’s possession. She came at the very first thrust, and she was still coming as Domenico didn’t stop pounding into her. With Domenico still holding her legs wide open, imprisoned in its state with his fingers around her ankles, there was nothing for Misty to hold on to. It made her feel like Domenico’s cock was all that held her in balance, and if his cock was gone she would melt into nothing.

  Hot sweat covered his body as Domenico fucked his wife as hard as he could, every bit of his concentration focused on making her come again and again. He ground his cock into her with every push, knowing how to position himself over her body so each thrust would cause the right amount of friction against her clitoris.

  When their eyes met again, Misty whispered, “I love you.”

  A powerful shudder wracked his body at the words. “Misty.” He groaned her name out loud as he came, filling her pussy with his seed until there was no space for it. Still inside of her, Domenico lowered his head to take her lips in a ravaging kiss, wanting to brand her with his taste.

  Body still wrecked with the aftershocks of her release, Misty returned his kiss with equal fervor. When she was in his arms like this, it was hard to worry, hard to think that—

  A familiar rumbling sound filled the air.

  Misty winced. She had celebrated too soon.

  ****

  When Misty opened her eyes, she and Domenico were fully clothed and standing in the middle of the suite’s private spa. The jinn stood in front of them, her coloring and the backdrop of hot springs behind her making the jinn appear like a pagan goddess.

  “I hope you enjoyed your rest.” The jinn’s voice was not as rusty before, but it was even more seductive.

  Before Misty could answer, Domenico was already speaking, his voice cold with animosity. “What are your terms?” He drew his wife against him in a protective hold as he waited for the jinn to answer, knowing whatever she said, it wouldn’t be pleasant.

  “She has to make you fall in love with her again in twenty-four hours.”

  Misty blinked in confusion, but Domenico’s voice remained hard as he asked, “And the catch?”

  “You won’t remember who you are. She can’t tell you who she is.” The jinn clasped her hands together when she was done speaking.

  Mist from the hot springs began to thicken, spreading into the room like a monstrous fog intent on swallowing everything it reached.

  Her wild eyes found Misty’s. “If you lose, you will die without seeing Domenico again.”

  Misty was too shocked to panic. “Are you really asking me—” When the jinn only looked at her, she turned to Domenico in confusion. His grim expression was her answer, and that was when she felt hysteria start to stir inside of her. “Domenico, I—”

  The mist had reached them, and to her horror, she found Domenico fading in front of her.

  She started to cry when Domenico held her hands tightly. “Remember what I told you. How stubborn you are.”

  She nodded, trying to stop herself from crying when she saw the pain in Domenico’s green eyes. She knew then that he was holding on to his control for her, that he wanted to be strong for her so she could be strong, too.

  Rubbing her eyes dry, she asked haltingly, “If you didn’t know me, w-what would you notice about me first?”

  Domenico answered, but this time his voice had faded, too. She strained to hear him, but it was as if he was speaking from another world. What had he said?

  When even his hands fell from her and Domenico was but a shadow, she cried out in fear and protest. “I can’t hear you! What did you say?”

  He spoke again, and she could see he was shouting even though she could barely make out the words.

  “I really can’t hear you, maybe spell it and I’ll read your lips?”

  Domenico frowned at her suggestion, but he did it anyway.

  Something that started with the letter V…something that ended with Y.

  “I can’t hear you,” she cried out. “What are you saying again?”

  Something that started with V…and ended with Y…

  The rumbling sound started, drowning out all noise.

  Misty’s eyes widened. “Did you just say—”

  Domenico’s own eyes widened when he read Misty’s lips. “No, dammit, not—”

  Everything went black.

  Domenico’s entire body went cold when Misty disappeared right before him. He knew that it didn’t really happen this way and that this world wasn’t real. The jinn had only taken over their minds, and their corporeal forms were still somewhere in the Everglades, lost in a drugged slumber.

  The jinn cocked her head to the side. “What did you tell her?”

  Domenico’s lips tightened as he bit out, “Vivacity.” It was what he loved most about her. When Misty was with him, everything was just brighter and happier all around. She hadn’t flirted with him the way other women did. She had just been her normal smiling self, and he had liked that about her, had been unable to help but notice how everyone seemed to be such sluts next
to her.

  The jinn asked, “Do you think she heard that?”

  A pained expression crossed over Domenico’s face. “I think…she said…”

  “What?”

  He said tersely, “Vajayjay.” God, Misty. Only Misty. Only his Misty would think he would actually say something like that.

  And then his head jerked because he heard something he thought wasn’t possible.

  The jinn laughed.

  She had actually laughed.

  And when one made a jinn laugh…

  His chest eased. Ah, Misty, thank God you haven’t changed.

  ****

  It was the noise that told her she was no longer in the same world as Domenico. Loud, heart-thumping bass coming from the speakers, women shrieking while the men laughed, and the clinking of glass as people toasted. And then someone screaming at her face, “Are you just going to stand there?”

  All kinds of horrifying possibilities occurred to her at that moment. Once she opened her eyes, Misty thought, that was it. She would be in another reality, and she would have to do what the jinn said or die.

  “Hello? Am I talking to anyone?” the same voice demanded irritably.

  When Misty reluctantly opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a familiar-looking woman. It took a while before she realized it was her ex-colleague Janice Rudely. The tall woman was dressed in a bunny costume, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels, and she was balancing a tray of empty glasses in one hand. The woman had hated her on first sight in Misty’s real life, and it seemed she felt no differently in this alternate world.

  “God, I swear you’re so weird. I have no idea why they’re still letting you work with us when you’re always like that.” Janice tossed her hair over one shoulder. “I hope you know you’re never going to be beautiful enough to be paid doing nothing.” She shoved the tray towards Misty. “So here you are. Go wash the glasses and stay there. The place looks better when you’re not around.”

  Misty found herself accepting the tray involuntarily, still in shock. Looking around, she realized that she was still in the suite’s private spa, but she wasn’t alone. There were people all around her, the female guests dressed in the most provocative swimwear while the men pranced around in trunks. Circulating the room were the servers, the men dressed in leather pants and suspenders across their bare chests while the girls—

  Looking down at herself, Misty bit back a surprised gasp when she realized she was wearing the exact same costume as Janice’s. Oh my God, what kind of world was this that someone as shy as her had been made to wear something like this? The only thing her low-cut bunny costume hid was her nipples, and barely even that!

  “M-Misty?”

  She turned around again, and this time she wasn’t shocked at all to see another familiar face. It was kind old Ed, her former supervisor. He had been a nice but timid man in the past, and he appeared the same here. “I’m s-sorry she shouted at you.”

  “It’s okay,” she said automatically. She always told Ed that back then, too. Both of them had been wimps, and she had been terrified that she would end up exactly like him when she grew old. But then she had met Domenico, and for once in her life she had thrown caution out of her window.

  Misty frowned. Was that why Domenico said about her…vajayjay? Was he basically saying she should seduce his version in this world? She glanced down at her bunny costume. And maybe the Misty in this world was different, too. Maybe she was a go-getter here, a bold, risk-taking adventurer who wasn’t ashamed of flaunting her curves—

  “Misty?”

  She jerked, realizing belatedly she had zonked out in front of Ed. “S-sorry,” she stammered.

  The middle-aged man gave her a worried look. “You look really stressed out. Is the work too much?” His voice took an anxious note. “I’m truly sorry I got you out here. I know it’s far from your duties as a housekeeper—”

  Misty tried not to grimace as she listened to Ed’s words. A housekeeper. She had swapped her boring job as a technical proofreader for that of a housekeeper. There went her dreams of being a go-getter. Obviously, once a wimp, always a wimp. Apparently, in this world it was still up to her to change herself.

  “—but hopefully, the double pay will make up for it.” Ed looked behind his back when something crashed, wincing when he saw a huge, expensive looking flower-shaped crystal had been accidentally shoved off its marbled pedestal. “Oh dear, Mrs. Moretti will kill me—”

  Misty whitened and she quickly grabbed hold of Ed before he could leave. “Mrs. Moretti?” Oh my God, Domenico was married to another woman in this world? That jinn really had it out for her. Misty didn’t think she had it in her to be an adulteress.

  Ed nodded fearfully. “She’s only just bought that for this party, too. Her sons are going to kill me.”

  She repeated faintly, “Her sons?” It just kept getting worse and worse.

  “Prince Danilo would of course reprimand me for allowing Prince Domenico to throw a party like this, but it’s not as if I can really control the young master. And then of course Prince Domenico would be furious with me, for letting such guests get out of hand, but then they’re all drunk and it’s not like they’d listen to someone like me, will they?”

  Misty’s head was whirling. Danilo…Danilo…surely, it couldn’t be…

  “When you said Mrs. Moretti, do you mean the mother of Domenico and…” She swallowed. “Danilo Moretti?”

  Ed looked at her blankly. “Who else would I have been talking about?”

  She said slowly, “Nothing. I’ll g-go to the kitchen now and get, umm, new drinks out.” She hurried away, leaving behind Ed, who was shaking his head at her. She badly needed time to process what she had just learned. In the real world, Danilo – Domenico’s older brother and twin – had died when they were in their teens. But he was alive here. Why? And what did it mean for her?

  Inside the kitchen, a harried-looking staff member told her there were no more new glasses left. “They just about broke it all,” the woman muttered irritably. She was tall and slim, her black hair tied back and her dark brown eyes hidden behind large steel-framed glasses. Shaking her head, she grumbled, “And those were expensive ones, too.”

  “I’ll wash them then,” Misty offered right away.

  The woman appeared surprised. “Really? You will? Your snotty crew usually doesn’t want to do anything that could break their nails.”

  Misty admitted sheepishly, “I’m actually the housekeeper and I’m just lending them an extra hand.” Or at least that was what Ed had told her.

  “Oh, so that’s why. You really don’t look like them even when you’re all killing yourselves in those heels. For one thing, you’ve got a ton less makeup than they do.” The woman pointed to the sink. “That’s where we wash the glasses. I’ll help you to make it quicker.”

  Around them, the rest of the kitchen staff was just as busy, working and gossiping at the same time. Misty started paying attention when she realized that they were talking about Domenico.

  Did you see the woman he had with him at the awards night?

  She’s married to that oil baron, isn’t she? I bet seeing her eye-fucking him in public had Prince Danilo angry again. He’s always after his younger brother about the family reputation.

  A giggle followed the words. One of us should really tell Prince Danilo that the reputation is safe as far as the length of their cocks are concerned.

  Oh my God! You’ve seen the prince’s cock?

  Both of them, was the smug reply. They sleep naked—

  “Which prince are you in love with?”

  Misty almost broke the shot glass she was rinsing but managed to catch it in time. Thankfully, too, since the woman next to her had a scary look on her face.

  “I’m, umm—”

  “Don’t bother. I can see the look on your face.” The woman was smiling at her, but Misty sensed the other woman’s disapproval.

  She hedged, “It’s really nothing—”


  “Who is it?”

  Shick, that look was too scary to refuse. She said weakly, “Domenico?” The look of relief that crossed the woman’s face made Misty gasp. “Oh my God, you like Da—”

  “Sssh!” She placed a hand over Misty’s lips.

  She said against the hand, “Sho you weely rike—”

  The woman glared at her.

  Misty threw her hands up.

  “I can’t believe you saw through me. I’ve been working here for years and no one knew.” Shaking her head, she offered her hand to Misty. “I’m Avery, by the way.”

  Misty frowned. Something about the name was familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Taking the other woman’s hand, they both smiled as they gave each other a soapy shake. “Misty,” she said. “Are you directly working for Prince…Danilo?”

  Avery nodded. “Since I was eighteen.” Her smile turned wry. “So about nine years already.”

  Misty’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s…” Did that mean Avery had also been in love with Danilo Moretti for the same number of years?

  Avery laughed. “I can almost hear you asking the same question, and unfortunately the answer’s no. I’ve been in this state far longer than nine years.”

  “And he never noticed?” Misty gasped.

  “Nope. He’s too busy being responsible and worrying over his siblings. Especially Domenico.”

  Misty’s brows furrowed. “That’s what I don’t get. Everyone here’s saying bad things about him—” Avery’s laugh cut her off.

  “I take it you’re new to the family? Or maybe you’ve been living in the middle of nowhere for the past decade? Misty, my dear, everything the staff’s saying about Domenico Moretti isn’t just true. It’s actually not the worst.” Avery dried her hands on the towel tied around her waist. “I get it, though. He’s not completely at fault. Their father would drive a saint mad, with the way he keeps comparing the twins. And Domenico’s too proud, so instead of trying to please his father, he just keeps doing what would make Mr. Moretti mad.”

  Misty almost winced at the words. Apparently, Domenico Moretti’s hang-up remained the same in every world. As she dried the last shot glass and placed it back on the tray, Misty asked carefully, “What about Prince Danilo?”