His beloved witch

Chapter 40: The Party – Part I

-Andre-

"Why are you still upset?" I asked. Blanche was changing into our closet.

“And you need to ask?”

Of course, I know. But I need to play dumb. She does not want me close for now.

Blanche prefers the truth, the absolute truth. But I need the element of surprise, even from her.

"Blanche, you said you were hiding something from me, too. I would say we are even."

Her head appeared by the frame of our closet, only to scream at me.

"It is not the same! It is not my secret! I would tell you if I could!" She hid again, pouting, and I waited for her to finish dressing up.

“Blanche, please…” I do not know how to fix this.

Once Blanche is angry, she speaks without space for the other party to explain, and then she shuts up without listening. Feisty, I like it. But I like everything Blanche does.

"Can you help me with my dress's zipper?" She was struggling for a while before asking me, lifting her long silver hair up, giving me access.

I used the chance given.

I caressed her back softly up and down before helping her. The sparks and our bond throbbed, accelerating her heartbeat. She shook under my contact and moaned.

"Andre!" Blanche complained when my hands moved under her dress to cup her breast, my finger teasing her n*****s. She did not move and allowed me, enjoying the sparks of our contact. I kissed her naked shoulder, her nape.

"Andre..." She moaned my name. "Shit... You..." Blanche lifted an arm. Her soft hand caressed my hair as I kept kissing her skin. Her neck, her beautiful neck. I want to mark her. She is mine... There will be so many unmated males here... Blanche belongs to me, they should know.

"Please, Blanche. Forgive me." I told her between kisses. "Be patient with me, my Queen." I made her turn around to face me, but she punished me by allowing her dress to fall.

I whimpered, burning with desire.

"The most beautiful sight…," I told her with my hands still holding her face, trying to focus on her amber eyes rather than on her almost bare body.

Red heels and a lacy, tiny red thong will be my new wet dream tonight.

Blanche stood on her tiptoes to reach my lips, her soft arms around my neck pulling me closer to her, her naked breast pressed against my chest.

Instead of the passionate kiss, her eyes promised me, she gave me a soft peck. When I tried to kiss her as I wanted, she avoided me with a grin. I was so surprised. Blanche smiled cheekily and gave me another chaste kiss.

"Witch!" I laughed when I noticed her game. Blanche giggled.

“It is not my secret, Andre! But I will wait…” The mischievousness of her smile sent an electrical shock into my system.

Between us it is never just the sparks, it is more… It is her… It is her fire. I am dying of getting burned in her fire.

"And I will wait for this other secret," I kissed her forehead. We promised not to be angry with each other.

“But… can you tell me what it is about? Any clue?” She does not give in easily.

Blanche is very curious. I changed the subject.

“If you do not move and get dressed in five seconds, we both will end up dead.” I squeezed her ass, and she squealed.

Does she not feel my erection? It is painful. Now I will need a cold shower to cool down for the damn party. My beast is close to losing it and f**k her against the wall of our closet.

We are not safe when we are alone like this, even less with her standing in heels and a thong.

Where did I leave our pets? I think I locked them in my office. We were arguing, and they were barking... I followed her to our room, asking her to listen to me.

"Oh, but I want to test something… I think there is time," she whispered in my ear and bit her lower lip.

She unzipped my pants before I could react.

“Whaaaaaaat…?” Her hand caressed my member.

It was skin against skin.

“Fuck...” I yelled between clenched teeth as she worked me, faster and faster. I had never felt like this before. Sparks, pleasure, and fire.

“Blaaaaanche…” I gasped; my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Can weeee dooo… thiiiis?” Her hand was stroking me... Oh, Goddess, I love her with all my heart.

Blanche did not answer but kissed me, mimicking the kiss I gave her, deep and harsh. She explored my mouth with her tongue.

Her hand on my member was... I felt like a horny teenager, loaded and ready in less than five seconds. Almost at the contact!

"Come, my King," she purred. "Andre, come for me…" Blanche whispered against my lips and kissed me again.

I came in her hand, panting.

It was amazing. I kissed her lips feverishly one last time.

I saw my white load on her hand and on myself. Blanche showed me her hand with the fruit of her work. I thought she would lick her hand, but she smirked at me and spread it over her belly, cleaning her belly.

“It is good for the skin,” I joked with her, and lifted her in my arms to take a shower together. Blanche laughed.

I am sure the stupid grin on my face will not disappear the entire night.

"It was an experiment," Blanche said while opening the shower faucet. I was taking off my clothes. "Morgana gave me a tip. So we could enjoy ourselves a little more and still be safe."

"I will thank her later."

We kissed under the water, and she touched me again. I lasted longer this time. I didn’t want her to think I was that fast!

We were fashionably late for the party.

Cara was visibly angry with the changes made to the decoration and the change in the band. Superficial, empty-headed, entitled female, ambitious… I resented my father for allowing someone like her to join our family and have children with her.

I asked my father to confront Cara about her talks with nobles for Tricia's hand. She was doing what he did, but behind his back. My father was still angry at her about the incident with his daughter Lucy, and now Tricia. He whispered in her ear, and Cara paled.

However, I will not leave it there. I will speak with Tricia about the envelope her nanny gave her, and I will strangle Cara until I get more information. I need to know what she is scheming, using her daughter, and harming innocents like Elba. To contain my anger, I stayed away.

Blanche was by my side, my hand on her lower back. She was wearing a white and gold dress that almost made me see red. That cleavage was to die for... many Lycans might die tonight if they look at her with lust. I cannot even complain! It was my fault the first dress could not be used.

Regardless, Blanche looks stunning. And she did not even try because she did not want to steal the spotlight from Tricia. Something impossible to do just by looking at her. The choker on her neck shines and would match beautifully with the tiara I bought her, but she refused to wear it.

We received greetings from my ministers and their families because I allowed it. The nobles cannot approach us unless we approach them as customary in non-official parties. Something I really appreciate about our customs.

Fabrizio Albane and his father raised their glasses as a greeting from far, and I nodded. Blanche did the same. I did not see Marcela or her mother around them.

The eyes of Fabrizio on my mate bothered me. I instinctively covered her with my body from his view.

Blanche noticed my actions and giggled, slapped my arm playfully, and pulled me close to her. It helped my purpose to shield her from Fabrizio’s eyes.

"Silly," she whispered. Blanche pecked at my lips.

I could hear the angry whispers from the nobles. My Lycan wanted to growl at them. Stupid stuck-ups... If they do not show affection to their mates in public, it is their own decision. I hugged her waist and claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss, disregarding everyone around us.

Our kiss and her sweet scent made me forget everything for a second. Her smile was my world.

Blanche's friends arrived and, since they did not bend with our traditions, they approached us. They looked happy and informed us the project was viable. Celio’s community would be the first one to try it. I was more than happy to finance it.

There were a lot of Lycan youngsters at the party. And it surprised Blanche that male Lycan teenagers were not like models. Most of them are thin or overweight. Some even hunched a little or have acne, unlike female Lycans.

"Lycan males are late bloomers," I told her about my species. "Sometimes the changes happen after our first shift. It is like all the hard work invested in the training field pays off when we get our Lycans at eighteen."

“I have looked at your pictures. You have been handsome and muscular since young,” Blanche leaned on me. "You have your mother's eyes and her beauty.”

My heart leaped. I smiled widely at her praise.

When I looked around, Franco Saboya was in a corner with Lorenza and Marigold's family; the Viscount, his mate, and his daughter. The Viscount was glaring at Giovanni Ventimiglia. I thought he and his father would not attend today after the incident with Salomon. A shameless little piece of s**t.

I wish I could kill Salomon. Blanche’s hand was swollen from slapping him, but I cannot punish him with death since his stupid face hurt her hand. Yet, seven days in jail does not seem enough.

Donato Ventimiglia was red and spoke vehemently to a group of nobles, known idiots, by the way.

It seems like Cara invited most of my enemies to this party, and they were glad to be together.

Franco was talking to the Viscount of Marigold. And other nobles approached his small group. He has new encouragement to help me. Olena is free now. The news about their breakup ran like fire. Unfortunately, the gossip placed Olena in a poor light.

I tracked Olena with my eyes. She was almost hiding behind a column. Her parents were with her like other loyal ladies to Blanche; to my surprise, Marcela showed up and stood next to Olena. It was a statement for others; Marcela believed Olena. What would she plan with this? What does she pretend to win, supporting a fallen lady?

Considering the viciousness of the gossip, I will intervene in Olena and Franco's "special case” to help them out. I am the King after all.

The background music stopped, and everyone was silent.

Tricia appeared at the top of the stairs in a long, sky-blue dress. It was a model used from before the Lycan revolution era. There was a gold and diamond tiara on her head.

I did not like the heavy makeup on her; it made her look older. I only hope her mother did not push her to do so. But that might be the case.

My father received her at the end of the stairs, and music played. They opened the dance floor.

It was the father and daughter's first dance. They smiled at each other.

Tricia might not be so bad.

As they danced, Franco asked permission to speak to me by mindlink. Despite my annoyance, I understood it could be an emergency. No one mindlinks the King, the King decides who to link.

“Your Highness, I am deeply sorry, but it is urgent. I think you should know this. Nicole Marigold was secretly engaged to Giovanni Ventimiglia, but he broke up with her. She is devastated and angry…”

I was going to ask Franco why that would be important to me when he continued, “ He told her our Princess chose him! That she will dance with him to announce they are engaged!” What?

“Your Majesty, please, do not allow it!” Of course, I will not allow it! For a thousand reasons, I will not let that happen!

Blanche looked at me, realizing I was angry. She kissed my hand, stunning me. The intense emotion left my body at her contact, allowing me to think with clarity. Blanche is definitely a witch!

“You should dance with your sister after your father. It would be a nice gesture,” She suggested, warmly.

“It is a wonderful idea!” I replied.

When the song ended. They stopped dancing. Tricia looked at my father with sadness. Then she looked around. Tricia was scared. She glanced at Giovanni first and then at Fabrizio.

Something clicked on my brain. f*****g Cara!

I left Blanche with her witch friends and asked Adela to keep Francisco close to my Queen for her protection, so I could dance with Tricia.

Tricia looked at me, startled. She did not expect me to come to her rescue. I offered her my hand, and she accepted it. Her lower lip trembled.

"Thank you…" she mumbled and gulped.

Tricia was still shaking and looking at her mother. Cara was glaring at us as we danced.

“I am your big brother, after all. And your King.” I stated firmly, so others would hear and understand what I meant. “You are safe," I whispered.

“Elba is missing. I am sorry I could not bring her here for you.” I mindlinked at her.

“My poor Elba!” Tricia’s eyes filled with tears, threatening to ruin her makeup. She also mindlinked.

“You can tell me what is going on, Tricia. I can help you.”

“My mother wants me to choose my fiancé tonight. And I… I do not want to."

“You are under my protection now, the same as Magaly and Lucy; besides, only the King can approve your mating to anyone.”

“She thought it would force you to accept... if I chose publicly."

“Cara does not know me," I smirked, and she smiled, relieved.

"Who were you supposed to choose?"

"Giovani Ventimiglia… but today, she told me I should choose Fabrizio Albane.”

Oh, Cara, I will make you pay for this! You will see.

As the song ended, I told her something out loud to spite Cara.

"Dance with whoever you want, sister," I told her. "I only forbid you to dance with Lycans older than you. Aside from that, do as you please, Princess!"

Tricia smiled as if I had given her the world.

      “Thank you, brother!” She jumped to kiss my cheek, taking me by surprise.

I left Tricia in the middle of the dancefloor, and she swirled alone, truly happy with her new freedom.

It surprised me when she approached another girl and pulled her to dance. She seemed familiar, but I did not recognize her as any noble family. So, I kept walking towards my mate.

More murmurs plagued the room, and I smiled internally at my sister’s intelligence. Tricia will dance with a female, so no one will feel entitled to her or say she chose him.

Blanche had a beautiful grin on her lips when I returned to her. It was like she was containing herself from pouncing on me.

She threw her arms around my neck, her eyes shining like stars. Her lips crashed into mine eagerly.

I love her; I love her, I lover…

“I lo…” Blanche was saying, freezing me on my spot, but she stopped as her necklace fell. "Oh, no… I am sorry. It has opened by itself! I’ve tried to open it so many times, and it chose to open now!”

Oh, Goddess! I was left speechless.

Blanche was confused and tried to pull away to grab the golden choker from the floor, but I refused to move my hands from her.

“Andre… why are you looking at me like that?”

I could not muster a word out of myself.

I kept staring at her, flustered, astonished.

My aura raised to the sky in joy. I was the happiest Lycan alive tonight.

I kneeled in front of Blanche, startling her. The music stopped, only my heart sang its own song... A song for her now that she has fully accepted me.

“What are you doing?” She asked me with a nervous smile.

No one told her, I know I did not… The golden choker would only open once the mate bond has matured. Only when her heart started beating at the same rhythm as mine… Blanche decided... She is mine.

“I love you, my Queen.” I declared my feelings out loud. “Would you be my mate according to my traditions? Would you marry me according to yours?”