Royal Brat

by Madison Faye

  “I’m—” She blushed deeper, clutching at the bed covers. “I’m not wearing anything.”

  “You’re wearing enough. More than me,” I grinned. My cock throbbed between my thighs, bulging the black boxer briefs obscenely. I could feel my balls twitching with need to empty — the need to take her and fill her with every drop of my seed.

  She blushed again, but then, that sassy fire in her eyes sparked, like she was seeing my dare and not backing down.

  “Fine.”

  She held my gaze unblinkingly as she slipped her legs out from under the covers and gracefully stood from the bed.

  Fuck. Me.

  I’d seen her almost nude when I’d stormed in from the blizzard, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of her like this. I growled as she padded away from the bed, all legs and tousled blonde hair and tasty fucking curves that begged to be manhandled. My eyes locked onto her sweet little peach of an ass that I wanted to sink my teeth into, split down the middle by a lacy black thong.

  I stood and moved towards her before I could even stop myself — as if I’d ever want to.

  “It’s here,” she muttered, her back to me. “Here in this—”

  She gasped as my hands found her hips, and when I spun her around and slammed her back into the wall, a soft whimper fell from her lips. I growled, every part of me craving her, and not one part of me willing to wait any longer.

  My mountain.

  My woman.

  My prize.

  Mine.

  She moaned as I pressed her against the wall next to the fireplace, the flames flickering over her skin as I covered her body with mine.

  “What are you doing,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tracing up to lock with mine.

  “Everything, sweetness,” I growled. “Everything.”

  And then I kissed her, and my whole fucking world rocked on its axis.

  Chapter 6

  Katrina

  My head swam as I kissed this gorgeous, hot, dangerous stranger. Every nerve in my body came alive, and screamed at me for being totally insane for doing this, and yet, I couldn’t stop. Every part of me craved his lips, and the rough way he held me against the wall and claimed my mouth with his.

  I lost myself, his powerful hands and arms circling me and making me feel so safe as he pulled me tight to his muscled, grooved, hard body. His lips seared to mine, his kiss strong, and possessive and so fucking sexy that it made my freaking toes curl.

  And it made me wet — uncontrollably, undeniably, and instantly soaking wet. I moaned into him, feeling the heat and desire pooling between my legs as his muscles rippled against me, making my body react.

  This was insane. He could be a serial killer for all I knew! Or a cannibal, or someone who sat up here making pipe bombs to send to government offices along with manifestos written in blood or whatever. And here I was moaning as I pressed my body to his and willingly opened my lips for his tongue.

  “I don’t—”

  I pulled away, looking into his eyes and feeling like I was floating.

  “I don’t know who you are,” I whispered.

  “Braun,” he growled. “My name is Braun.”

  “Katrina.”

  Braun — my mountain man had a name as rough and bold and strong as the mountain he lived on — brushed my hair from my neck and slowly kissed me there, making me whimper.

  “Kat,” he purred.

  “No one calls me that,” I said, my voice husky and hot.

  “Yeah?” Braun growled. “Good.”

  I bit my lip, the heat rushing through me. I liked him calling me that. I liked that no one else ever did, and that him calling me that name felt new, and like something we had.

  “Kitty kat,” he purred, stroking my jaw and letting his lips tease over my neck. I whimpered, my body arching against his and feeling the heat of his skin.

  “My kitten.”

  I moaned, feeling the heat bloom through me.

  “My kitten, lost in the woods,” Braun purred into my ear. His lips traced down my jawline to my lips, and suddenly, he was kissing me fiercely all over again.

  My head swam in a hot, passionate fog again, before suddenly, I pulled away, my pulse pounding. Yeah this was insane.

  “You— you can’t just kiss me!” I whispered, shaking my head as my eyes searched his.

  “Yeah, I can,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips and making me gasp as he pulled me tight to him. I moaned, my pulse skipping a beat as I felt the huge bulge in his briefs pulsing hot against me. I’d felt it before in the bed, and I think part of me hadn’t quite grasped exactly what it was I’d been feeling pressing into my thigh and right against my panty-covered pussy before. But now? Now, there was no way my mind could fool me about what I was feeling.

  This rough, gorgeous mountain man was huge. His thick, pulsing cock twitched against the wet, sticky front of my panties, throbbing against my mound and sending heat through my core.

  I trembled against him, feeling that enormous cock so hard against me.

  Slowly, I shook my head.

  “You think cause I’m trapped here you can just—”

  “Yes,” he growled.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  Braun grinned wolfishly, his broad chest rippling as he flexed his muscles and tightened his grip on my hips.

  “Then go on.”

  I swallowed thickly. “You think just because I’m trapped here, you can just do whatever you want to me?”

  “Yes.”

  I gasped sharply at the fierceness in his voice, and the intensity of the fire in his eyes. And that growl of his lit something inside of me. This man who smelled like woodsmoke and the forest — like snow, and man, and something woodsy — growled and something came alive inside of me. I could feel myself getting wetter, squeezing my legs together and feeling the uncontrollable heat bloom there. My nipples hardened to little points, digging into his chest though my lacy bra.

  I shivered, the moan catching in my throat.

  “You’re shivering.”

  “No, I’m just—”

  “Let me warm you up,” he purred.

  “You’re doing a pretty good job of that already,” I whispered, my eyes trailing up and getting lost in his gaze.

  He growled as he leaned in again, his lips searing to mine, his groan rumbling through me as he kissed me. One of his hands slid around my hip, teasing over my skin before it slid down to cup my ass possessively. I whimpered into him as he pulled me against him, his thick bulge grinding into my panties and making me gasp into his kiss.

  “I’m going to get the fire going, and get the hot water up for a bath,” he purred into my lips.

  I pulled away, looking at him curiously. “There’s no hot water here.”

  “There is now.” He grinned. “I rigged up the fireplace to heat a buried, insulated tank.

  My brow went up. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

  “I’m going to grab some logs from the front porch to get it going.” His hand gripped my ass tighter, grinding me against his hard body as his lips trailed over my ear.

  “And then I’m going to get you going.”

  I whimpered.

  Slowly, he moved us in front of the low fire, and pulled me to the ground. There was a huge bear-skin rug there, and a pile of plaid, flannel blankets in a basket to the side. The fur rug was soft, and warmed from the fire, and when he pulled a few of the blankets up around my shoulders, I instantly felt like I never wanted to move from this cozy little space he’d made for me.

  “Stay right here, kitten,” he purred, crouching down in front of me and cupping my jaw in his strong powerful hand. “I’ll be right back to make sure that sweet little pussy of yours is nice and warm.”

  I gasped, my pulse skipping a beat at the raw filthiness of his words. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it set me on fire. There was something so masculine and fucking sexy as hell about his roughness that turned me on like nothing
else ever had.

  And I whimpered.

  Braun growled, his jaw twitching and his eyes burning into mine as he moved closer. His hand dropped to my thigh, and slowly, he slid it higher, making me a moan softly.

  But this was crazy. I didn’t even know this man, or anything about him. And yet, here we were. Here I was moaning as his hand slowly traced up my thighs towards my hot, soaked panties.

  “That’s it, kitten,” he groaned, moving closer to me and letting his lips brush mine. “Make that pussy sticky and wet for me. Soak those little panties for me so I can lick it all up. I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of this little cunt.”

  I whimpered again, panting and trying to force myself to shake my head.

  “I’m not— I mean—”

  He chuckled. “You want to tell me you’re not soaking wet right now?” He groaned, and suddenly, his hand slid right between my legs. I gasped, moaning as he cupped my pussy through my panties, his thick finger stroking my slit.

  “You going to tell me this from the snow?”

  I blushed. “It’s—”

  “It’s mine is what it is,” he growled fiercely, making my core tighten and my pulse thunder in my ears. His finger stroked my pussy, making my whole body tremble, making gasps tumble from my lips.

  I groaned, and he grinned. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

  “Little kitten, lost in the snow,” he purred into my ear, making my body come alive as he pulled me to his rough, chiseled body.

  “You’re on my mountain, kitten, and you’re all mine.”

  I whimpered as his finger stroked over my panties.

  “Now let’s get this pretty little pussy nice and warm.”

  He pulled his hand away, and before I could say a word, he turned and strode for the door.

  Chapter 7

  Katerina

  My jaw dropped as I watch him stride right out into the freaking blizzard in just his boxers, the door slamming shut behind him.

  My pulse raced, and I blinked almost like I was still in shock at where I was. Somehow, I’d wound up practically naked, wrapped in blankets, and in front of a fireplace in a remote cabin in the woods, fiercely missing the rough and yet gentle touch and lips of the gorgeous mountain man.

  My whole body trembled with need for him, my core tightening with the heat flooding between my thighs. God I wanted him. Badly. I needed to feel his touch again, in away that was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I craved him like I’d never craved anything before in my life.

  The door suddenly kicked back open, a gust of frozen, howling wind blasting across the room before Braun kicked it shut. His body heaved, muscles rippling and steam curling off his skin. His biceps bulged with the armful of chopped logs he carried in his arms as he padded over to the fireplace and dropped them to the side.

  “I can’t believe you just walked out there with no clothes on!”

  Braun chuckled as he grabbed a log from the pile and knelt to place it on the sputtering fire.

  “I’m used to the elements.”

  “Yeah, but it’s freezing out there.”

  “Someone’s got my blood pumping faster.”

  I blushed as he turned back to me, moving onto his knees. My eyes dropped down his rippling, carved-out-of-stone body, until suddenly I gasped as they moved lower. God, he was still rock hard. That huge, throbbing bulge was still straining against the cotton of his briefs, even after being out in that frozen snowstorm.

  Behind him, the new logs caught flame, and suddenly, the room blazed into a fiery warm glow.

  Braun’s eyes flickered like their own piercing little flames, his hungry gaze stripping the blankets and the underwear from my body.

  “Still cold?”

  I swallowed. “A little.”

  “You’re still wearing wet clothes.”

  I blushed. “It’s fi—”

  “Take them off.”

  The words were fierce and demanding, full of heat and raw power, and I found myself trembling.

  “I—”

  “Take them off, kitten,” he whispered, moving closer to me. He reached out, slipping the blankets off my shoulders. His hands slid over my skin, teasing under the straps of my bra and slowly pulling them off my shoulders as well. My pulse raced, and my breath caught in my throat, but slowly, without even thinking twice about it, I reached back to unclasp the back.

  Braun pulled my bra off my arms and tossed it away, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Lie back, kitten,” he purred, moving closer. His lips teased across my neck, making me whimper softly in the hot blaze of the fireplace. Slowly, I sat back, lying down across the thick, soft furs under me.

  Braun moved over me, his muscles rippling in the firelight as he slowly crawled on his fists over my body. His gaze slid over my body, making me tremble as he growled lowly, his jaw tightening.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned softly, his muscles tensing. He leaned down, and before I knew it, his lips were teasing down the soft curve of my breasts. I moaned, my back arching as he kissed the tender skin there. His soft lips moved over me, until they found the hard, pink little nub of my nipple. His lips closed around the little peak, making me cry out and his tongue flicked across it. Braun growled hungrily, his hands moving to tease up and down my sides as he moved from one nipple to the other, until I was gasping in pleasure.

  His hands slid lower, and I moaned as I felt them hook into the waist of my panties.

  “Braun—”

  “All of you, kitten,” he purred. “I want to see all of you, and I’m going to taste every fucking inch of your gorgeous little body until you know just how mine you are.”

  He started to peel my panties off my hips, his lips tracing down the underside of my breasts and down over my ribs. I whimpered, shivering in ecstasy as he pulled my wet, sticky panties away from my slick pussy.

  “Good girl,” he growled lowly. “Nice and wet and messy for me. All the better to taste you.”

  He pushed the panties all the way down, slipping them off my feet as his mouth moved lower. My pulse roared in my ears as I felt his lips trace over my belly, and then down the little line of my hip.

  In a moment of sudden doubt, I hesitated, and I started to curl my legs up, like I was trying to shy away from him, but he stopped.

  “No, kitten,” he growled. “Don’t you dare cover yourself. Not from me. Don’t ever hide that pussy from me. I want to see all of you, and I’m going to claim all of you.” His rough, sexy voice rumbled through me, pulling the moan from my lips.

  “I told you, you’re mine now, kitten. So spread those pretty legs.” His hands slid up my thighs, holding them tight and slowly pushing them wide apart.

  “Let me see everything.”

  He moved lower, his breath teasing over my thigh. And then, I felt it, and the moan of pure ecstasy tore from my lips.

  Braun’s hot, wet tongue delved between my lips, dragging slowly and wetly up every bit of me until it flicked across my aching clit. I moaned in pleasure, crying out as his powerful hands pushed my legs wide apart and his wicked tongue pushed deep between them.

  With a moan, my eyes flew open to see his face hovering above my delicate and exposed pussy. His eyes glinted wickedly at me, and I watched, panting in pleasure as he he slowly licked his lips clean.

  “Like fucking candy,” he growled. “Lie back kitten. Lie back and let me taste you.”

  He moved back in, and suddenly, I moaned loudly. The feeling was like nothing else I’d ever felt — this perfect, electric feeling of his perfect tongue teased over my lips and clit. His wide, strong tongue dragged up and down my pussy, making my whole body arch and tremble for him. I balled my fists and cried out into the flickering firelight of the cabin.

  Braun slid his tongue deep inside, spreading my lips with his fingers and dragging my sticky wetness up from my opening to slide electrically across my aching clit. I arched my back and cried out as his tongue made contact t
here. It curled at my bud, bringing whimpering mewling sounds to my lips before sliding down through my folds again. I stiffened, and then moaned as I felt that hot, wet tongue slide wickedly against my ass, making me gasp as it slid over the sensitive ring there.

  I couldn’t believe the sensations flooding my body at the touch of this rough, powerful, demanding, gorgeous man — this man from the mountain who’d gone from barging through the front door to turning me into a wet, aching puddle. His tongue pushed against my opening, pushing in to curl sensually inside of me. His thumb moved to my clit, his growl rumbling through me as he teased my little bud and tongue-fucked my slippery pussy, making me clench and arch my back off the warm fur under me.

  I could feel it coming, and I tried to fight it, but there was no denying the trembling, clutching feeling that was taking hold within me, dragging me over the edge. And with a gasping, aching cry, I let myself go.

  I screamed as the orgasm exploded through me, my hips bucking against Braun’s perfect mouth. My pussy clenched at the invading tongue, spasming around its thick wetness while the orgasm ripped through me. The rough mountain man hungrily growled and pushed his tongue deep inside, tasting all of me as the aftershocks exploded through me.

  Slowly, he pulled away, his lips trailing over the little seam of my inner thigh as my whole world spun under me.

  Holy. Shit.

  Chapter 8

  Katrina

  I whimpered as Braun moved up my body, his muscles and his warm skin brushing over mine, and he moved to cover me with his body. His hand slid into my hair, and when his lips crushed into mine, I moaned. I could taste myself on his lips, and the filthiness of it only got my pulse roaring in my ears, and set the fire sparking through me.

  “Do you taste how sweet you are, kitten? Do you taste how good that candy pussy of yours tastes?”

  Braun kissed me again, and I moaned hungrily as our tongues swirled and our lips locked. His hand slid down between us, and when I felt him start to pull his briefs down, I shivered in anticipation. He pushed them off, and that’s when I felt it, and I moaned.