Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's POV

She's waking me up.

I know it, but I don't want to. I didn't even know that I was hugging something, a pillow maybe.

My eyes remained shut, I remained pretending asleep. She repeatedly nudged me and by any other means so I could just wake up. I let the temperature in the room be a little colder so that she'll fall asleep.

***

But, I didn't expect it was I who fell asleep first.

Elaine's POV

I woke up smiling.

Tyler was still beside me, the art I sketched on his face remains intact. And he doesn't have a single clue that he's sleeping with the face of Pikachu, thanks to my eyeliner. The iPhone that I used to take a picture of him on his Pikachu face while hugging Taylor is still in his pocket, unbothered.

mouth.

"Wake up, sleeping dog," I wiggled his nose before brushing a kiss on his forehead and

Tyler yawned as I climbed out of bed. "I'll go to the bath first. You should wash your face for the meantime."

Tyler is still oblivious as he mistook my serious voice for seriousness where in fact I told him that so that he can see his adorable, eyeliner-filled face.

"Rowena already put a coral dress in your closet," his chin jerked to the oakwood closet just across the bed. "Wear that one today."

He seems formal too, different from his usual jolly voice. Or maybe he's having a hangover?

Damn, I don't even know how he ended up in my bed still wearing the clothes he wore when he went to the city while shrouded by the smell of alcohol.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I untied my red violet silk nightgown.

"We are going to have breakfast with the other hunky billionaires," he muttered as he fixed the bed, folding the blanket and picking up the pillows that fell on the floor. I never saw a man so diligent in fixing a morning bed even if he has servants.

Tyler Jane Moonstorm is indeed beautiful, wholly and beautifully handsome of a man. "Hey doggie, can I ask you something?"

  His eyes darted to my bare chest and I don't know why I undressed here in front of him instead of inside the stone bath.

"What is it, little snow flower?" Oh God, he's calling me by that Shakespeare-esque nickname again.

  "Why is Jane your second name?"

Tyler coughed unexpectedly as I flinched. "Ohh uhmm," he bends to the floor to pick up the fallen Taylor but it took him fifteen seconds to rise again. And when he did, his cheeks heated. Stained in red. "That's my, uhm...that's my grandma's name."

  I nodded as I lowered my underwear and my bare pussy greeted his face on the other side of the bed. "Is she an Alpha too?"

  His throat bobbed in answer, or maybe in reaction. "She's the current High Priestess. Didn't Melissa tell you that?"

He ran his palm across the bed to smoothen the sheets before treading towards me. I clemently shook my head as I looked up to him, still towering with his six-foot height over my 5'4 one.

"She didn't or maybe she just forgot," I lowered my head so he couldn't see me biting my lip.

  "But Grandmama Jane already oriented you with being a Luna at the Lodge of the Luna right?"

I sucked a breath, my heart a drumroll of embarrassment against my chest. I actually thought of my dream on that day as I faced the High Priestess, the picture of my tits bouncing as I rode Tyler playing briefly in my mind.

Maybe that's why she smiled at that time. Or grinned. Or smirk, I don't know.

Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking "my grandson is hot af, isn't he?" kind of a smirk.

Jane, the High Priestess and doggie's grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke's Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show "Game of Thrones". I haven't yet watched the eighth season because I couldn't find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge "Sex and the City".

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  "You seem to be in deep thoughts, Elaine." He said that again. This time in a darker

"Are you assuming I am blowing you in my mind?"

"No." His eyes shone, a canine smile crawled across his face. "But I am already

jackhammering you in my mind."

  That wolfish grin of his fits well with the Pikachu face I draw.

  "I am glad you really see me as a woman." I ran my fingers along his shoulder

down to his nipple and lingered in there.

"You should really see yourself in the mirror, Mr. Tyler," I gestured to the huge mirror in

front of us as a grin plastered in my face.

***

  I couldn't stop chortling when Tyler shrieked like a lady upon beholding his face.

Tyler's POV

The bitch is still smiling.

But I couldn't bring myself to hate her because she's so cute, like a little black cat begging to be hugged by his daddy using her smile as a weapon.

  "Hunky billionaires? You are known outside the wall as hunky billionaires? Seriously?!"

  "I don't see any bad thing in that." I pulled my tie to the base of my neck in a smooth motion of a hand.

"Well I do. Because you aren't just pretending to be rich, Lord Tyler. You are also a wolf- shifting freaking hell of a man!"

"One: I don't see anything wrong pretending to be a hunk 'cause I fucking am. Two: I am utterly, absolutely, wholly rich."

I finally opened the garage and Elaine fell silent, her body landing softly on the floor as her eyes behold what's inside my garage.

  "Choose which one of them you want me to ride.” Or do you want me to ride you, dearest snow flower?

Remus only laughed at that thought.

I pointed at a gold Lamborghini with no roof, perfect for a 'ride with the wind' date night according to her; a red Ferrari that is patiently waiting to be used for a car sex, still according to her words; a midnight blue Porsche Carrera, headlights flickering as I click its car key which she did not utter any comment.

"The Lamborghini seems to be so wild. The Ferrari seems to be so head-turning and carnappers will probably stalk us for the day. The Porsche one is a bit formal yet casual and is not so 'an apple of the eye' so I guess I want that one for us."

My brows lifted as I touched my stubble while listening to her. Even though she has no knowledge about cars, she seems to be a perfect judge of one just based on my collection's dazzling appearance.

first?"

; "Okay then, let's go?"

  But the woman before me grinned as she whispered, "Can you swim in my ocean

I frowned and she pouted. When she headed for the blue car first, I immediately grabbed her by the wrist and threw her in the back seat as I kneel before her, loosening her panty.