by Ally Summers
“I’m yours, Cor. God, I’m yours.”
The burning bullseye was back in my spine. I couldn’t deny it this time. I was going to come. My hips jerked back and forth.
“Touch yourself,” I moaned. “Come with me.”
I needed her to come hard on my dick. I panted, rocking my hips, and watching with carnal pleasure as she dipped a hand between her legs and steadied herself on one arm.
Her eyes closed and her breaths became shorter and faster.
“Like that,” I urged. “Faster. Fuck, baby.”
And then we exploded like a comet shooting through the Galona sky. There was fire raining down on us. Elena screamed my name as I pumped into her. I held her body tightly, searing my cock inside her walls. My release was long and fierce.
“Oh holy fuck.” I kissed her on the back. I waited for a second before I began to slide my cock from her. It was undeniably amazing sex. Unexpected. Hot. Wild.
I looked down.
Elena sighed and rolled to her back, wrapping the quilt to her chest. I didn’t know how to tell her. But I was going to have to. I shirked the last bits of rubber from my dick and held it up.
“What?” Her eyes widened.
“It broke.”
I fell backward on the bed next to her. Fuck. Now what?
14
Elena
I didn’t know we could both be quiet for so long. I didn’t know what to say. Corbin tossed what was left of the condom in the trash and returned to the bed.
“I should go.” I tried to sit up, but he climbed on top of me, kissing me urgently.
“You’re not leaving this bed.”
“Royal proclamation?” I teased.
“Exactly.”
He adjusted his body next to mine and I nuzzled against his chest. Was any of this real?
“Sorry about the condom.”
I raised my chin to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I got a little carried away.” I could see the regret on his face. I just hoped it wasn’t because of sex.
I wasn’t on birth control. It always made my face breakout. I didn’t have time to grab my diaphragm. It was all the way in my apartment. And I thought the condom would hold. I’d never seen one break before.
“You weren’t alone.” I smiled.
He chuckled. “No. I definitely wasn’t.” He ran his finger under the quilt to my breast. He circled my nipple. “I didn’t know this side of you existed, Elena DuBois.”
I blushed. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or complimented. Maybe I should be both.
I gasped when he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
“Seems you have a sexual appetite that I have been ignoring.”
I nodded. He had no idea what kind of power he had over me.
“We don’t have to talk about this.” I closed my eyes. I wanted this to be my new reality, but I was a practical person. We were going to have to face the world we lived in. We had roles and duties. “I’ll get my things and we can just go back to normal. Or the new normal,” I added.
He tilted my chin. “You’re the one who wants to dissect every step I take. Who I speak with. How I address a crowd. Did I wear the right military medals? Did I remember my mother’s birthday? And now that we have had the most epic fuck, you want to pretend it didn’t happen? Not to mention the little condom mishap at the end.”
I pushed up on his chest. “Epic? You thought it was epic?” I tilted my head to study him. He was always gorgeous, but I was in his bed now and he looked like every fantasy I had had come true. I traced the line of ink on his arm. I loved the sexiness of the design.
“How would you describe it? I’d love to hear your take. You’re the analytical one.”
He was teasing me, but my heart beat wildly. Maybe this conversation was the real thing I had wanted all this time.
“Of course it was epic,” I admitted. “I never thought you saw me that way. I’m surprised. I don’t want to be confused, but I think I am.”
He brushed the hair away from my face. “You’ve always been here, Elena. I know that.” He paused. “Life is clearer now. Brighter even. And I know you’re the reason for that. You didn’t give up on me. You believed I could become sober. And I did.”
I placed my hand over his heart. “I never doubted you. You should know that. Even on those dark days.”
“And now, princess?”
“I don’t doubt you.”
“Good. Because we’re up against a lot.”
“What do you mean?” My eyes studied his.
“I have to find my daughter. And I want you next to me to do it.”
“Of course I am. I’m always here to do whatever you need.”
His hand landed over mine and he pulled my palm to his lips. It sent a shiver all the way to my core.
“You don’t get it, princess. You aren’t going to be my royal manager anymore.”
I yanked my hand away as if he held it to a burning flame.
“What are you talking about?” Was he firing me?
“I decided somewhere between that closet and this bed, that you’re mine, baby.” He grinned. “And I think you said it too.”
“We were having sex. I said a lot of things.”
He laughed. “I thought I knew everything about you, but now I know so much more,” he growled. His arms circled my waist as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass.
“You are not making any sense,” I protested, but he pulled the covers over our heads. His lips landed on my neck.
“It makes perfect sense. Complete sense. The most sense.”
I gasped when his mouth covered my nipple, pulling it between his teeth. My breasts were already tender and sensitive. This felt like the most sensual torture. I pressed his head closer to my chest while he sucked.
A tiny cry escaped my lips.
“But, I’m not leaving my post,” I challenged. “This was a…” I struggled for words while he roamed my body with his tongue. “…an impulsive weakness.”
“Weakness?” He bit my stomach and I squealed.
“Ok, not weakness.” I tried to fend him off. “Impulsive lapse of judgement.”
He pushed a finger inside me and a groaned. “Lapse of judgement?” he taunted.
His release had begun to pool between my legs. There was something insanely beautiful and magical about what we had done, and I was ruining it by trying to categorize it like a drunken one-night stand.
I tried to find my breath, but he pumped his finger, adding a second. It was intense as he stretched me wider.
“Admit you think we’re making a mistake,” I begged.
He rolled on top of me, positioning his cock at my pussy. He slid it back and forth torturing me with the promise of satisfaction, only he wasn’t giving it to me. My body burned for him.
I looked in his eyes. They raged with hunger and lust.
“We’re going to fuck the rest of the night, princess. And in the morning if you want to talk about our proper positions, I’ll let you. But only after you try all my dirty positions tonight.”
He started to push inside me. His mouth moved to my ear. “I didn’t want that condom to break, but I’m going to make the most of it. That means feeling how incredible your pussy is when I’m buried inside you. With nothing between us. Just for this night.”
I nodded. “Please.” There was no way our first time together would make a baby. And he made a good argument. He already came inside me—there was nothing we could do.
He grinned. “I think I can convince you to quit your job.” He thrust until the thickest part of his cock was inside me.
I shook my head. “You can’t.”
He chuckled. “I can. And I will.”
“Oh shit.” My head rolled to the side when he reared up on his knees and lifted my ass in the air with him. He drove into me. I reached for the headboard. I needed something to hold on to.
“Have you forgotten I’m your prince?”
“No, never,” I whispered.
His cock sliced inside me, blazing with control. Every move was intentional and deliberate. He knew how to render me speechless. He tilted my hips slightly upward so my clit rubbed against him. The friction sent me over the edge. The harder he thrust, the more vibration echoed to my core.
I couldn’t prevent the inevitable. I braced myself for an avalanche of an orgasm.
He grinned with satisfaction as my body began to shake.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous, coming on my dick.”
I writhed against him, riding his thick cock harder. I wanted more. I needed it. I was exploding from the inside out. He pushed inside me, giving me exactly what I wanted.
I gripped his shaft inside me with violent force as the waves crashed through me.
“Oh fuck, princess. You’re going to make me come.”
“Please,” I begged.
We were idiots, having sex like this. We had lost all common sense. We were playing with fire. I ground into his pelvis, screaming as the flames licked my veins.
He pumped harder and faster. I knew he wanted to match my pace. He wanted to come with me. I yelped when he clutched my bottom and his climax hit him. The sweat dripped down his chest. And my eyes locked on his.
I’d never felt anything like this. I’d loved this man longer than I should have. I loved him when I should have been on dates with other guys. I loved him when his demons were ripping him from his family. I loved him despite all the reasons I shouldn’t have, but I’d never loved him like this.
He grunted as his release spilled inside me. With a final shudder, we both exhaled and then collapsed into sleep.
15
Corbin
I didn’t know where my phone or my watch were. I didn’t know what time it was. But I woke up from my nap starving. I was ravenous. I could eat as much as an army of men could. My bear didn’t like to go so long without food.
Elena was asleep on my arm. I was careful to slide it out from under her. I had to get dinner.
I walked to the foyer. My royal gym bag was on the console table. I dug through it, searching for my phone.
Shit. It was nearly nine o’clock. I didn’t know how long we fucked or slept, only that we needed both. I walked back to the bedroom. The only lights were from the outside palace illumination. Elena’s face was gently bathed in a soft glow. Something stirred in my heart.
I had meant what I said. It seemed simple. Maybe impulsive, but when had I shown patience?
I needed Elena. I always had. And if I was going to find my daughter, I needed her more than ever. She belonged here with me. Next to me. I couldn’t let her face a shifter existence with a human mother. She needed me. She needed her clan to teach her. To guide her. Alaric’s words about his future cub weren’t lost on me. I understood exactly why he wanted someone to teach his heir about living openly as a human while hiding the shifter inside.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Hi.” She smiled.
“Any chance you’re as hungry as I am?” I asked.
She moved to sit up, letting the sheet fall from her chest. I licked my lips at the sight of her tits.
“Oh. I’ll call the chef.” She placed her feet on the floor.
“No.” I reached for the phone next to the bed. “I’ll do it.”
“But that’s my j—” She stopped and looked at me.
“I have the rest of tonight to convince you, you don’t want this job anymore.” I waggled my eyebrows. “I will order our dinner.”
She moved her hand away from the phone. “All right.”
I grinned. “Caesar salad, right?”
She looked surprised. “Yes.”
“And I need a steak.” I called downstairs and placed our order. The chef in my apartments was only in residence when I requested him ahead of time. “Twenty minutes,” I reported.
“Should I hide? What should I do?” she asked.
I laughed loudly. “Why would you hide?”
“I’m the royal manager. I can’t let someone from the kitchen staff see me here.” The look of panic on her face was adorable. I sat next to her and smoothed the hair from her face.
“You are always here. I don’t think anyone will pay attention.” I tipped her chin toward me, drawing her in for a kiss. Her plump lips were the most kissable I’d ever tasted. I dipped my tongue into her mouth, savoring the sweetness. “But they might notice if you don’t put some clothes on.”
“Oh God. Clothes.” She broke away. “They’re in the closet.”
I chuckled. “For the woman who always has everything together, you are nervous about breaking the rules.”
She spun around, wrapping the sheet with her. “That’s because we have broken all the rules. There are no more rules to break.” She opened the closet door.
The last thing I wanted was for her to put on that stuffy pencil skirt and blouse. It didn’t show off how sexy her body was. I laid on the bed, ignoring the need for covers. She walked out of the closet dressed and stared at my cock.
“I guess I’ll go meet the server.”
“No.” I jumped to the floor. “I called you princess for a reason tonight.”
I saw her blush. I’d never said it before. But it was fitting. She deserved the best. And I wanted her to feel beautiful and fucking desired when I was buried inside her. She was my princess.
“So take that ridiculous outfit off. And I will be back with dinner.”
I grabbed a pair of running shorts and walked to the foyer.
The bell rang and I pulled the door open. The kitchen was operating quickly tonight. I didn’t expect our dinner for another five minutes.
But when I opened the door, it was the last person I wanted to see.
Wallace.
16
Elena
The door closed and I bit my lip as I shed the uniform I wore every day to work. I stepped out of the skirt and made a pile with my bra and panties on top. I fluffed the pillows and remade the bed before sliding between the sheets.
There was something sensual about waiting for Cor naked in his bed. I didn’t think it was food I was actually hungry for. It was him. I needed his skin sliding against mine. The sound of his breath in my ear. The predator look in his eyes that made me knees weak.
I didn’t really care about my salad or if I ever ate. I wanted this man. I wanted the night he promised me. Because somewhere in the back of my head, I knew it was the only night like this we would have.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew every royal law and code that existed. What he was proposing was strictly forbidden, and I wasn’t about to throw away a life of training and devotion so he could ruin his title.
But for tonight, I wasn’t going to wallow. I was going to enjoy.
I was going to savor my dessert.
I heard Corbin’s voice through the door. I sat forward, listening to his conversation with the server and then the utter horror spilled through me. That wasn’t a server. That was Wallace in the residence. Holy shit.
I didn’t know whether to duck under the covers or run to the closet. If for some reason he walked into the prince’s bedroom, he’d see my employee uniform. He would know there was a manager sleeping with Corbin.
It wasn’t like I was the only option. There was Cosette. And then of course the new girl Colette who had started on Prince Henri’s staff. Was I praying that Corbin’s man whore reputation would lead Wallace away from suspecting me?
Whatever I did, I had to hide the clothes. I was careful not to make any noise as I tiptoed to the bathroom with the garments. I looked up and saw my reflection. I was naked, sneaking in the prince’s suite with evidence of our indiscretion. What in the hell had happened today?
I jumped when Corbin appeared behind me.
“There you are.” He curled his hands around my waist, shoving the clothes to the floor.
“That was Wallace.”
He nodded. “It was. He’s gone.” His hands traveled over my hipbon
es and between my legs.
“What was that about?” I stared at Corbin in the mirror. He kissed my neck.
“Something about the ambassador. Can’t locate my manager.”
I froze. “What? He’s looking for me?”
Corbin’s hands roamed my body. I watched in amazement as he navigated my curves like an expert. “Shh…I took care of Wallace.”
“He’s my boss, Cor.” But the strength in my voice turned to a whimper when he pried my slit apart and began to massage my swollen pussy.
“I’m your boss, princess.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to think. What to feel. I wasn’t going to win a war when my heart and head were battling each other.
“I serve at the pleasure of the royal household,” I whispered. “Wallace can transfer me tomorrow. You know that.”
His eyes flared. “No he can’t. You’re not going anywhere.”
I looked down as his hands wrapped around my wrists. He led me to the counter, placing my palms on the marble surface. My gaze drifted upward in the mirror. He towered behind me. God, he was so strong and broad. His shoulders were like massive boulders. His arms ripped from daily workouts. And yet there was something graceful when he moved. It had to be the swimmer in him. He dripped with sex appeal.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him when he pushed his cock to my entrance. I wiggled back into him, wanting more. Wanting it all at once. I was already hot and wet. Soaking for this man I didn’t think I could live without.
The heel of his hand made a path down my spine until he reached my ass. “You are so beautiful, Elena.” His eyes flickered.
My lips parted as he sank into me. “Ohh.”
He grinned. “And sexy.” He slammed into me and my breasts bounced at the impact.
I pushed into the counter, wanting more resistance, sending my hips upward, hiking my ass higher in the air.
“Fuck,” he growled.
My eyes wanted to close. I wanted to get lost in this. I wanted to catapult through sensations, but his eyes were locked on mine. I watched him take me over and over. My skin was flushed. My hair was tumbling in waves around me, and I’d never felt more beautiful or wanted.
