by Madison Faye
I mean, “scandal” was the first of many sour words about the whole situation that popped into my head. The whole point of doing what I was doing was to appease the royal council and allow me to rule my kingdom effectively. Exactly how seriously would they take me, and how effective a ruler could I be if it came out that I was fooling around with a soldier from another kingdom?
“What is it, beautiful,” Oren groaned, his lips dropping back to kiss my neck, making me pant quietly as I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I-I can’t,” I whispered as he pulled away, his eyes blazing into mine.
“Can’t or don’t want to.”
“The first,” I said breathlessly.
“Because of Brian,” Oren growled lowly.
I swallowed, nodding. “But also…” I blushed fiercely, looking away.
“Tell me, gorgeous,” Oren purred against my lips, making me gasp as his mouth teased across mine.
“I—” I shook my head. “I—never mind. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” Oren growled lowly but tenderly, hold my gaze as he hovered above me, holding me.
I took a shaky breath.
“I’ve never… uh… I mean. I’ve never done…”
I cringed, looking away as the heat spread over my face. Yeah, a twenty-one-year-old virgin with all sorts of “royal duty” baggage. Every man’s wet dream, huh?
“It’s just that I’ve never—”
“Nor have I, my Queen.”
The words left his mouth quietly, but deeply, and suddenly, my eyes darted back to his.
“Wait, what?”
“Nor have I, Alessia,” he said quietly, his jaw tight.
I stared at him. “I’m talking about sex, you know.”
“As am I.”
I blinked, slowly shaking my head at him. “No, that’s… no way.”
Oren just smiled, shrugging. “It’s complicated.”
“Wait, not ever?”
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned in, and suddenly, I was kissing him all over again—deep, hard, and passionately, my legs wrapping around his grooved waist as I moaned into his lips before pulling away.
“That’s impossible.”
He chuckled darkly. “And why is that?”
“Because look at you!” I blurted out, blushing fiercely. “You’re… you’re freaking gorgeous and built like a fucking sex god.”
I blushed instantly, fiercely, my entire face burning hot as I cringed at my blurted-out words.
“I—I just mean…”
“No one has ever drawn me, my Queen,” he growled. “No woman has ever captivated me or made me lose my damn mind. Or pulled me away from my duty. No woman has ever hooked into something inside of me and brought me to my fucking knees, gorgeous,” he groaned, his eyes raw and hot and his lips inches from mine.
“Not until you.”
And just like that, the walls broke down. The rest of my reservations shattered, and when his lips found mine again, I kissed him back with everything I had. Because Oren was saying everything that was in my own heart, that I hadn’t found words to say myself. This man did something to me. He flipped a switch inside of me. I’d never been that interested in pursuing suitors, or even dating. And mostly because there’d never been a man to truly grab my attention and hold on tight. There’d never been a man to make me feel how he did.
Until now.
I kissed Oren wildly and hungrily, crushing my lips to his and swirling my tongue with his. His big hands slid down my body, gripping my ass tight and pinning me to the bed as his huge bulge ground into my bare pussy. His mouth slid to my neck, kissing my skin eagerly before moving lower. His lips wrapped around a nipple, and I gasped, my eyes flying wide open in pleasure as his tongue swirled across my aching nipple. His hand slid around my ass, grabbing me tight and pushing towards my center as my legs spread wide around his hips. And when I felt his fingertips brush my slick, eager lips, I moaned eagerly.
Oren’s mouth slid to my other nipple, and when his fingers stroked my pussy, I cried out, clinging to him as pleasure I’d never come close to knowing exploded through me.
And then slowly, his mouth started to move lower, and lower.
“Oren…” I gasped quietly, moaning as his fingers teased up and down my slit as his mouth kissed its way down my body.
“I won’t take you like that, my Queen—not here, and not like this. When I do—and I will be taking you, beautiful,” he murmured into my skin, making me whimper as my hips rocked up against his fingers.
I will be taking you.
I moaned. The thought of him being the man to claim me and take that part too me had me melting under him. Forget how wrong it was. Forget reality. He was everything I wanted.
“But not here. Not rushed like this. No, Alessia,” he growled. “When I take this sweet pussy of yours, I’ll be taking my damn time. And I’ll be taking you like the queen you are.”
“I want you,” I whimpered wantonly, mewling in agony as his fingers teased me. He kissed lower, his lips brushing the crease of my thigh just shy of my aching, eager pussy, and I trembled.
“We don’t have much time,” he growled into my skin. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll be leaving my queen unsatisfied.”
His big hands slid to my thighs, and when he pushed my legs wide apart and moved between them, my heart jumped into my throat. My pulse raced as those powerful hands pushed my legs back, spreading me so lewdly open for his hungry, fierce gaze. And when I felt his breath against the place no man had ever touched let alone tasted, I couldn’t stop the tremble of anticipation from shuddering through me.
“Let me taste you, beautiful,” Oren growled, his eyes dragging up to meet mine. “Let me taste this pretty little pussy.”
He moved in, and when I felt his tongue drag so slowly and wetly across my pussy, it was everything I had not to scream in pleasure. I moaned as his wicked tongue pushed deep between my lips, teasing at my entrance and lapping at my slickness as I threw my head back in ecstasy. His fingers dug into my thighs, and when he groaned into me, the vibrations had me gasping and aching for more. His tongue pushed deep, and I clawed at the sheets as I felt him tease it higher and higher, until he was swirling it across my throbbing clit as I moaned for more.
“Fuck do you taste sweet,” he growled into me, grunting as he licked me eagerly. His tongue danced across my clit, sliding down to drag through my sticky wetness—tasting me and coating his tongue in my arousal before he teased back to my needy clit. His lips wrapped around the aching bud, his tongue swirling around it as he growled lowly, sending vibrations rumbling through my core as my entire body began to writhe beneath him.
“Oren… that’s… oh God!”
“Give me that sweet honey, baby girl,” he purred against me, his tongue swirling around and around my clit. “Let me taste your cum on my tongue. I want to feel you come all the fuck over my mouth.”
He dove in deeper, licking me harder and faster, and sending me reeling as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before exploded through me. I cried out, headless of who might hear me and caring about nothing else but the feeling of pure heaven that this incredible man was teasing between my thighs. I bucked my hips against his mouth, panting and moaning in pleasure as I melted beneath him.
And Oren just kept going.
His tongue swirled around and around my aching clit, bringing me to the very edge before slowing and torturing me there, making me beg with my moans and with my hands in his hair for him to keep going. His hand slipped between my legs, and when I felt one thick finger tease up and down my slit as he sucked on my clit, I could feel myself start to fall. His thumb teased lower, rubbing gently against my ass in time with his finger on my pussy and his tongue on my clit, and the very walls began to shatter around me.
Something hot and fierce and wild began to blaze inside of me. My hips bucked against his face, my pulse raced, and when he growled savagely against my pussy, his tong
ue and his lips sucking at my clit as his finger and thumb drive me wild, I started to fall.
“Oren…” I whimpered, tossing my head side to side, lost in the pleasure as he pushed me higher and higher.
“I—oh fuck!”
“Come for me,” he groaned into me, stroking faster and sucking harder.
“Make this pretty pussy come on my tongue. Come for me, Alessia. Come for me, my Queen.”
His lips tightened around my clit, and when his tongue swirled over it, I shattered. I cried out, throwing my head back, my hands gripping his hair so tightly as I came again and again and again against his mouth. His wicked tongue just kept dancing on my clit, teasing me right into another orgasm as I gasped for air. My skin tingled, my body shuddered and thrashed, and I was drowning in the forbidden pleasure of his tongue as he finally let me come back to earth.
Bliss. That’s all I felt. Pure. White. Bliss.
I trembled, my whole body shaking as I gasped for air. I was dimly aware of him sliding up and pulling me into his huge arms and kissing my forehead.
“I—” I groaned out a laugh, shaking my head. “There is no way you’ve never done that before.”
“Not once,” he groaned quietly. I grinned, biting my lip as I turned to look at him.
“How is that possible?” I said softly. “You’re…” I blushed. “I mean look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Oren chuckled deeply, pulling me tight against him as our lips came together. I could taste myself on his lips, and I didn’t care. In fact, I think I kissed him even harder for it.
“Duty,” he growled. “That’s how. Duty, and training, and keeping myself honed and ready for anything. Free of distractions.”
I swallowed, looking up into his eyes.
“Is that what I am?” I said quietly. “A distraction?”
“No.”
The answer was instant, his jaw tight.
“No, my Queen,” he growled. “What you are is everything.”
Our mouths crushed together again, tongue dancing as we moaned into each other’s lips. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door.
Again.
“Alessia!”
Both of our gazes darted to the other, our eyes going wide and his jaw tightening.
It was Emilia.
“Hey, are you almost ready? I was going to head down to dinner. They’re going to start soon.”
Fuck.
Dinner. With my freaking “betrothed” husband-to-be. And here I was naked and tangled up with the only man I wanted. The one who made my heart sing, and my body ache for more, and my toes curl and my panties melt. The one who’d just given me my first orgasm from hands other than my own.
“I—go on without me!” I yelled, hoping to God my voice wasn’t as shaky as I thought it was. “I’ll be down soon!”
“You okay?” Emilia yelled.
“Yep! I—oh.”
Oren. Right there, in the middle of trying to get Emilia away from my door, mister stern-faced, big tough Royal Guardsman deiced to slide down my body and drag his tongue across my clit again.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Emilia called through the door again.
“See you down there!” I managed to throw back.
“Um, okay?”
I could hear her pulling away from the door, and I tuned to bury my moans in the crook of my arm before I grabbed Oren and pulled him back up.
“Are you crazy?” I hissed, grinning and then moaning as he kissed me fiercely.
“Yes,” Oren growled. “And I’m blaming you for that.”
I moaned, kissing him again before he pulled back.
“But we need to get to dinner, and quickly.”
I bit my lip. “You’re coming too?”
“The king-apparent invited me this afternoon,” he growled, his face darkening. I pulled close, kissing him slowly.
“We should stop this,” I whispered.
“I know.”
There was a tightness in Oren’s voice as he pulled back, sitting up and rising from my bed. I swallowed, letting my eyes roam over his gorgeous body, down to his uniform pants and the huge freaking bulge tenting the front of them. I shivered heatedly, wicked thoughts running through my head.
“But I’m not going to,” he growled lowly, his eyes dragging slowly and hungrily over my body as I blushed fiercely and curled my legs under me.
“I’ll see you down there then?” I whispered quietly, my eyes drinking him in.
Oren nodded. “Yes. Oh, but your highness?” He leaned down over me, cupping my jaw and kissing me slowly before he pulled back. His mouth slid to my ear, nipping at the lobe and making me gasp.
“I’d skip the panties if I were you.”
CHAPTER 8
OREN
SOMETHING FIERCE BLAZED inside of me as I strode through the halls of the palace. It was like my blood was running hotter, and thicker. Like my body was more attuned, my senses more acute. Like a part of me I’d never known before had suddenly opened up.
And I liked it.
I could still taste her on my tongue and on my lips. Maybe that was part of it—this possessive, caveman desire to have her mark on me. Like having the taste of her sweet little cunt on my tongue was a badge that told the other cavemen that this woman was my woman. My claim. Mine.
All of this was new, because all of this, with any woman, was new. I’d held back everything over the years, never giving in a single inch to temptation, because my rigid training had taught me where that road led. Giving in to the temptation of a woman meant losing your edge. The flesh was weak in the face of temptation, and anything that lowered your guard, or dulled that fierce sharpness that’d been hammered into us was the enemy.
And I’d followed those principles all of my life. That is, until Alessia had fallen into my arms. And that’s all it’d taken to shatter everything I knew.
But really, it was her. I’d had offers over the years—plenty of them, in fact—to break my rules. I’d had temptation waved in front of my face, like a red flag to a bull. And yet, holding out and resisting had never been hard. It’d been easy to turn women down, because no other woman before had been Alessia.
No other woman had captivated me like her. No other temptation had made my head spin and my heart swell. No woman had ever had me losing my damn mind over her. No one, until her.
And now? Now I was consumed with her. Now I was hooked, and addicted, and unable to walk away from any of this. It wasn’t just lust, though Goddamn did I lust for her. It was more than that. Yes, she made my cock rock fucking hard, and made my balls swell with cum for her. But she made my heart swell as well. She made something inside of me yearn for her—maybe my heart, maybe my soul, maybe I didn’t even know what. All I knew is, there was no walking away now. And I’d be damned if was going to let another man walk off with her.
I stormed into the grand dining room with a storm cloud over my head, only blinking out of it when Isaac, who was already there elbowed me.
“You gonna be okay there, big guy?” he growled lowly. I blinked, shaking my head and shaking my thoughts away before centering myself.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I started to turn to head over to the table where everyone was sitting, but Isaac stopped me with a hand on my arm. I turned just as he reached out and plucked something from the shoulder off my uniform, bringing it back and arching a brow at me.
“Don’t try and tell me these are yours.”
I scowled as I snatched the three or four long, blonde hairs out of his fingers and tossed them aside.
“Dude,” he growled. “You better know what you’re—”
“Gentleman!”
Lord Karl, Alessia’s Uncle, clapped his hands and smiled at us.
“Shall we sit? I’m sure my niece will be here any—”
“Sorry I’m late.”
I whirled, and I’d be lying if I said my jaw didn’t hit the fucking floor when I saw Alessia breeze i
nto the dining room.
Fuck did she look good. Good enough to eat. I grinned wickedly to myself, relishing the fact that I could still taste her little pussy on my tongue as my eyes drank her in. She wore a gorgeous golden yellow gown that hugged every single curve she had in a way that simply wasn’t fair to mortal men.
…To me, specifically.
It was like I was speechless, and unable to even walk or look anywhere but at her as she waltzed effortlessly in on high, gilded heels, the front of her gown plunging just enough to be stunning without being inappropriate, and her hair done up elaborately.
“Ahh, we’re all here! Let’s sit, shall we?”
Nolan gestured to the chairs, and we all moved to the table.
“Your highness.”
My jaw tensed as Brian strode to meet Alessia, bowing comically low and stiffly before taking her hand and kissing it. I could feel the growl catching in my throat, my muscles clenching as he smiled that wispy little smile at her.
“You look lovely tonight, your highness,” he said in that awkward voice of his. My mood soured again instantly as the reality of all of it sank in over me.
“Thank you, your grace,” Alessia curtsied stiffly, smiling just enough to look at least somewhat glad to see Brian before turning to take a seat at the table. Brian moved to sit across from her, his sister Simone taking a seat at one end of the table, with Nolan at the other head. King-apparent Brian’s advisor, Peter, took a seat between Brian and Lord Nolan, and Queen Emilia sat between Alessia and her Uncle. Nolan gestured to Isaac and me.
“Gentleman, please,” he smiled, nodding at two empty seats at the table, one between Simone and Brian, the other between her and Alessia. I moved without thinking. Or really, without caring—taking a seat right next to Alessia. I could see her shiver just a tiny bit as I sat, and I grinned, knowing it was me that had that effect on her.
