Free The Werewolf Prince and I by Marian Tee Page B

had ever met. “Ah, Misty. Although I truly feel it would be lovely to have us reach third base at this moment that’s not why I’m on my knee.”
    “I…I didn’t think anything like that!”
    Ignoring the obvious lie, he took out the box from his pocket, snapped it open, and lifted it to her so she could see the gold band with its glittering cluster of diamonds, which formed the shape of a fang. It was an ancestral piece, symbolizing the passion of Morettis and the fierceness with which they fought for what was theirs.
    She gasped then blushed harder.
    It was more difficult not to smile now, but Domenico managed to keep his amusement at bay. Taking out the ring and sliding the box back into his pocket, he said, “Misty, will you do me the honor of being my wife and standing beside me for the rest of our lives?”
    For a moment, they could only stare at each other. Domenico saw the thousands of questions and doubts clouding her gaze before she deliberately blinked them away, taking a deep breath as she did.
    “Yes.”
    It was only when Misty whispered her answer that Domenico realized he had been holding his breath all the while. Unable to smile because he was uncomfortable at the immense relief sweeping through him, he came to his feet in one graceful movement. Domenico slid the ring onto her hand and raised it to his lips.
    “Mine,” he couldn’t help but say.
    She nodded, saying shyly, “Yours.”
    Domenico snatched her back into his arms after that, loving how she yielded to him so sweetly. His kiss was not as gentle as he had wanted it to be. It was rough and wild, but she seemed to like it, molding herself closer to him as she put her arms around his neck.
    Later, it was up to Domenico again to pull away first. Keeping her to his side with an arm around her waist, his hand splayed on her hip in a possessive clasp, he guided her out of the restroom and into the scene he had so carefully orchestrated.
    Misty gasped when she saw the crowd awaiting them outside, staring at them with open-mouthed shock. When the murmurs became louder and more chaotic, Domenico knew it was because of their appearance, which spoke volumes of what had transpired earlier. He had deliberately walked out with his shirt still unbuttoned, necktie loose, and Misty’s mark on his neck on blatant display.
    Quietly, Domenico took his time tucking several strands of Misty’s hair before her ear, nuzzling her neck as he did so. When he pulled away, a collective gasp went through the gasp as he revealed his mark on Misty’s neck. Domenico bit her ear, making Misty yelp. He could feel her skin heating up in embarrassment and he nuzzled her neck even more, but only to hide his smile. He couldn’t remember the last time wanting to smile this often or at least not since---
    Domenico straightened away, deliberately changing his mental track. “You okay, darling?”
    She smiled weakly.
    He squeezed her waist reassuringly as he guided forward. Domenico also knew the exact moment when she realized everyone could see that little love mark he had branded her with and the even larger mark she had made on his neck. She made a little squeak, her fingers clutching his shirt. He knew she was doing her very best not to cover her neck as if she had been bitten by a vampire.
    “Relax,” he whispered to Misty’s ear. “This is what you wanted, right? Proof of my sexual infatuation for everyone to see?”
    “Let’s just say it’s taught me to keep my big mouth shut,” she mumbled.
    He laughed before finally facing the crowd with another deliberately disarming smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t beat around the bush. It’s hard to when everyone’s aware of…” He coughed delicately and everyone laughed. He wanted to laugh, too, because he could feel Misty melting in a pool of embarrassment beside him.
    But he took pity on her and retained his politely charming façade. “I present to you my fiancée and wife in one month’s time. The future