To follow this story from the beginning, do check out the sequels;
[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6], [Part 7], [Part 8]
Her sister Lucinda had declared that Diana was to mate with Badar, the moon prince in order to save Moonland from destruction. She was to be locked up with him for the entire night. Her only hope was the fact that the mating had to be consensual. He could not force her, she had to agree for it to count. The sound of the bolt being driven home behind the heavy oak door confirmed Diana's fears; there was no escaping the confinement with Badar. He had shape-shifted from the form she had last seen him on her parent's estate. He was no longer a tall and handsome glowing moon man. He was now a white furred werewolf. How she knew it was him despite his new form was beyond her; maybe it was his dancing blue eyes. They were sensually mesmerizing, holding her spell bound. He looked at her from head to toe and she felt as though he had caressed her everywhere his eyes had touched. She was assailed by a need to walk into his arms and struggled to resist the weird longing. Her insides felt like liquid heat. He stood un-moving in a corner and continued to watch her with those incredible eyes. "It's going to be one long moon-lit night!" Diana thought
Badar watched her with desire in his eyes. He had studied her from afar as she grew into a woman and had waited almost impatiently for her to become his mate, his wife. Here she was, within reach but it seemed her heart belonged to another. Here in Moonland, the women would do anything to have him but he had kept himself chaste, waiting for his betrothed. “An earthling! How can she want an earthling when she can have me?” he thought in contempt of Richard, amazed at the strangeness of it all. “She will give herself to me before this night runs out” he vowed silently. Diana looked at the white werewolf. His strikingly blue eyes seemed to be smiling down at her. She felt like she could drown in his eyes. She thought she just might lose herself in them, truly. Was she under some sort of spell? Bewitched? Is that how it worked? Her heart hammered. Her breath quickened. Her skin felt too tight all over, as if she couldn’t quite contain herself. She felt as though she was burning up with arousal and need yet he had done nothing but watch her since she entered the room. She wanted to mate with this werewolf so badly her body trembled but he was not Richard! At the thought of Richard, some of the heated sensuality she was feeling dulled and she flushed guiltily. Badar knew the instant she thought about Richard because the erotic connection between them broke. He was baffled at the fact that she could even break free of the sensual magic he was weaving around them. “She is strong! She would make a great queen for Moonland” he thought, and that made him desire her even more.
He thought quickly about how to recapture her attention and decided to change back into his real form as a moon man. Diana focused on thoughts of her darling Richard for sanity’s sake. She remembered his last words to her as they parted, "I love you with all of my heart D, remember that, no matter what happens. I will get us back home safe and you will be my wife in December". She remembered the picture Richard had super-imposed on her mind with his telepathic powers, of him looming protectively over her but lost focus as Badar morphed back into a moon man before her eyes. The werewolf didn’t so much move as change. The wolf fur, thick and soft, grew sparse and then seemed to disappear altogether. One moment she was looking at the tall white werewolf and thinking of Richard in the same form but darker, the next moment she was staring at the glowing, glimmering, extremely handsome moon prince. If she thought she was attracted to him in werewolf form, it was worse now that they were both glowing! She felt whoozy with desire and shook her head slightly to clear the sudden fogginess, turning away from him. “Don’t!” said Badar, “You know what I want and I know you want the same Diana. Don’t look away from me. Come to me and be mine” he said gently. Diana turned reluctantly back to face him as one drawn by an invisible cord. She couldn’t say anything. There were no words. She felt the heat of his gaze on her body as if he had touched her with his admission, as if he’d undressed her in an instant and had his way with her. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even think. Looking at Badar made her think of all the things her friends had whispered to her about men, about what they could do and how good they could make a woman feel. Being around Badar was making her feel wanton. It was a wholly unfamiliar feeling, but not at all unpleasant.
Badar moved closer. His upper torso was unclothed and he wore only a pair of medieval breeches below. His body was as hard as rock, chiseled like granite, shoulders wide, chest hairless but thick, his waist narrowing, abdomen so ridged it was like a mountain range in its own right. Diana followed the terrain of his body with her gaze. “Let’s do this” he said, keeping his gaze focused on her face, those seductive blue eyes saying everything he was thinking. Everything she was thinking. Everything she knew she shouldn’t want; things that no good, Christian girl should want from anyone besides her husband. At the thought of a husband, she snapped out of the erotic daze once again. She thought of her parents, Femi & Morenike and all they had gone through for her sake. She thought of Richard and how deeply they loved each other. She thought about her impending wedding in December and the spell Badar had woven around her lost its potency. “I’m sorry Badar, I can’t do this with you. It’s not because I don’t want to but because I love another and my heart is pledged to him. Please let me go. I would never truly be yours, I belong to Richard. I’m so sorry” she said, her lower lip quivering as she struggled not to cry. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked down at her; pain, hurt and regret lightening his blue eyes. His voice was low, eyes soft, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek. “Your mind is so irrevocably made up that even my potent arousal spell isn’t working on you. I waited so long for you, never imagining that you would reject me and it hurts but I cannot force you”. Tears spilled down her cheeks at his words and he moved to cup her face, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs. Diana reached and hugged him then stepped back. A look passed between them that made something buzz like bees in her lower belly. There was a connection between the two of them that made human lust, and even love, seem infinitesimal in comparison. He turned away looking forlorn.
To be continued.....
