Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

Chapter 89 Is this what you want 

wolf to argue these things out with rather than face them by he self. How was it that everyone insisted William cared for her but Doris refused to see it? He wanted to use her like he used all of the other women at the palace. Once he had his fill, he  would leave her and she would be like all of the others–right? 4. He was protective over her–more than anyone ever had been for her. She‘d never once seen him that way for anyone else either, not even Melody when she was poisoned. He held her at night like she was the only thing he cared to keep so close to him and he hunted down people that hurt her. His actions were louder than any of the grumpy words that he had yelled at her in the past, so why couldn‘t she believe he cared? Perhaps he didn’t want to admit what they were to the other as much as she didn‘t. If she admitted something like that, she would lose a part of herself. Only recently she had started standing up for herself and realizing what it meant to be strong. If she fell for a prince, it would knock out any progress she had made for herself. No man was worth her freedom–but still. She couldn‘t get him out of her head. The way he kissed her so angrily and passionately at once. He claimed her with his mouth and made her knees weak as her body melted into him. She‘d never felt such a desire for anyone before. She‘d never felt her entire body tingle from another‘s touch even when it didn‘t linger. She had so much built up anger for him, it all released whenever they kissed. Would it be so bad to indulge and allow  herself a taste of forbidden fruit? She didn‘t have to attach herself to him like the rest did, she could do this for herself. What was she thinking? She couldn‘t… not with him! He would think he owned her, he would treat her as yet another conquest and it would mean nothing to him. Some things were sacred, but why couldn‘t she stop thinking about his hands on her body and discovering areas she had yet to explore herself? “Doris?” A deep voice shattered her thoughts. Doris turned to see William standing by her door. His hair was purposely messy and his clothes were so... normal. He wore a red and black flannel with dark pants and a shabby coat on top. She almost didn‘t recognize him, but she would know those blue eyes anywhere. He didn‘t look like a prince at all, but he was just as handsome as always. The dark stubble on his jaw had grown out the past few days. She imagined what it would feel like to have it on her skin–then quickly wiped away those thoughts. “You look great.” Doris said with a small smile. His eyes raked her frame and she suddenly wished she had all of her oversized sweaters back so she had something to

herself to believe otherwise. 1 He dropped her on the bed and fell with her. His mouth desperately found hers again after they were separated. Doris arched her body up against his and allowed him access inside her mouth. Their tongues tangled, she gripped her fingers through his hair and wanted to memorize the way his body felt pressed up against hers. She wanted to capture this moment forever. His mouth left her own to kiss down her neck. She gasped as he lingered over the mark he‘d left on her skin. He had to pull away the fabric of her sweater, but he found it just fine. “My mate.” He groaned. Fire burned through every inch of her, she knew her wolf hadn‘t exaggerated. It was like sparks passed between their bodies but wanted more. She wanted to feel his skin against her own with such an intensity, she didn‘t feel an ounce of shame for it but she  knew she would later. Doris hesitated for a second before she started to unbutton the top of his shirt. He leaned up further to look down at her with a question in his eyes. He didn‘t have to say a word, she knew what he was thinking. Heat flamed her cheeks. “I–I‘ve never...” William silenced her with a kiss and gripped her hand to let her continue. He leaned up once it was all unbuttoned and slowly took it off as he watched her. She bit her lip and for once allowed her eyes to take in the sight of him. She knew he was fit, but she didn‘t realize how perfectly sculpted he was. He had just the right amount of muscles, she trailed her fingers across his skin slowly just to feel them. His arms caged her in against the bed. “...can you go first?” Doris whispered. He looked