Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 72

“Tomorrow, sweetheart,” Wylder said this and leaned towards her, planting a k**s on her forehead.

“Wild, pleaseee…” She requested, showing her puppy eyes. “I want you.”

“We agreed that we don’t force each other to have s*x.” Wylder reminded her of the rule, earning a glare from her.

“Then get out.” She hissed, showing him the way out of the room.

“Not happening, Princess.” There was a response from Night in a heavy tone, and his aura dripped out of her words. “I’m not an omega who will sleep anywhere except in a luxurious room like this,” he added with a smirk, lying on the bed.

“You’re free to leave the room and sleep in the kitchen if you like.” He suggested knowing that she would do just the opposite of what he had told her. Reverse psychology. Otherwise, she would have left the room in anger.

“Excuse me!! It’s my room, and I’m not going anywhere.” She hissed, lying on the other side of the bed. She turned her head to the other side of the bed, leaving her round and firm in his view. If he could torture her while leaving, then she would do the same. She knew that he had a thing for her a*s.

She waited for approximately ten minutes, but nothing happened. She mentally cursed when she realized that Wylder was a saint and had great patience, but… She smirked, knowing that his beast couldn’t control himself.

She quickly turned around and shifted near Wylder, watching him sleep or act to sleep as his eyes were closed.

“Night?” She whispered and watched Wylder’s grey eyes meet her green ones. At the same time, Night started fighting for control as Tiara called his name.

“What are you doing, Ara?” Wylder asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Calling Night.” She replied innocently.

“You’re playing with fire by involving Night… If you don’t want to get burnt then believe me… you don’t want to go down that path.”

His words were to warn her but instead, she got more excited. She had to stop herself from moaning. She wanted to say that she wanted to get burnt.

That was it, his eyes turned blue, showing that Night was in control.

“I can smell your arousal, Princess,” he said, caressing her cheek.

“Too bad. I can’t say the same about you.” She whispered, seducing him. Little did she know, that she didn’t have to do. He had always desired her. “Aahhh…” She whimpered in pain when Night grabbed her hair, pulling her close to him.

“You’re hurting me.” She said in a low tone. “Night, leave my…” She stopped speaking when he licked her face. She knew wolves had a habit of licking someone they adore or like, so she didn’t stop him. At the same time, the grip of her hair loosened a little.

“Geez… Night!!” She laughed, feeling ticklish. All of a sudden, he slammed his lips against his kissing her hungrily until she was breathless.

“Please tell me that you haven’t blocked Wild. I don’t want to exclude him.” She said when he settled in between.

“We both are here, Ara.” There came the response that she wanted to listen. “So, what do you think how long you can handle me?” Night asked.

“Umm… fifteen minutes?”

“I bet, you can stand ten minutes.” Night corrected her. Tiara didn’t argue with him. She knew competing with a Lycan’s energy level was impossible for anyone until he or she marked you or you were equally strong to that Lycan.

“I’m sorry. I might not be handle you even for ten minutes straight.”

“Only if you knew that even a minute with you is enough for me.” Night confessed because Tiara could have understood it. Night placed his palm over her mouth and slammed his c**k inside her p***y in one go. Her eyes widened and she tried to scream but couldn’t.

He gave her a moment to adjust before pounding on her roughly. Tears escaped from her eyes while Wylder was concerned about her. Night was positive that she was enjoying herself as he smelt her pleasure, and within nine minutes, Tiara was hit with the wave of o****m. She almost passed out after that hot s*x but felt a new wave of energy when Night started licking and sucking her wet p***y, making her cum again.

*

After that, they slept together in the tub because Tiara couldn’t sleep with a body full of sweat, o*****s, and saliva all over her face.

Wylder tried to stand, picking up her naked body that was lying on him in the tub while she kept sleeping peacefully. He doesn’t know the time, but he was positive that they ended up sleeping in the tub for a couple of hours for sure.

He used his magic to dry themselves and brought her to the bed. He wasn’t sure whether he should sleep beside her or not. To be honest, he wanted to hold her while sleeping but wasn’t sure whether that was what Tiara wanted.

He covered her with the quilt and looked around the room to see the painting that she was working on in the afternoon. Sophia thought that Tiara had locked herself out of jealousy. He knew that she was painting because of the smell of the paint, but he didn’t tell her about it, thinking that maybe Tiara was going to gift that painting to her mother.

He literally stopped breathing when he saw the painting, which wasn’t completed yet. He knew immediately that he wanted that painting. It was a moment that he wanted to cherish forever.

‘I will ask her to paint one more painting similar to it for me.’ He thought, admiring the painting. He wore his clothes and grabbing a pillow, walked out of the room to sleep on the couch in the hall.

*

‘Whatttt?’ Wylder heard the shocked voice of Brandon and quickly opened his eyes and looked around, thinking he was there but he wasn’t.

‘No need to shout, Dad.’ It was Colton’s voice, but it was over the phone call. ‘I just told you that Wylder is a Lycan. If I’m not wrong, he might be listening to us now, he added.

Smart and intelligent Colton as always.

‘Do you think I care? I have a hard time digesting that Theodore and he are related.’ Brandon exclaimed, and Wylder’s eyes widened. There was only one Theodore that he knew.

Tiara’s Ex-mate.