Royal Command (Royal Watch Book 2)

by Stacey Marie Brown

  He rolled his hips into me, parting my lips with a groan.

  “Shite. We shouldn’t do this.” He nipped at my throat, biting into the sensitive spot. He pulled back, staring into my eyes. “Tell me to stop. To walk away now.”

  I stared at him.

  “Spencer.” My name was a plea, telling me he didn’t have the power to do it himself.

  This was my last warning. A line we could not come back from.

  The thought of him walking out of this room, to never know how he felt, to let go of this moment with him, had me more desperate than the thought of being caught.

  “No.” My thighs clamped his waist, moving against him, my nails raked down his white shirt, ripping it open, the buttons crackling as they hit the tile floor.

  Bloody hell…

  I had seen Lennox’s chest before, his ripped abs and built chest. Not bulky like a bodybuilder, but enough so you knew he spent a lot of time in the gym and could take on any danger, pulverize any threat. But seeing it before was different; now I could touch.

  I bit down on my lip, my hands greedy to finally feel him, memorize every inch of his physique with my fingers.

  He huffed through his nose, brutal desire flaring his gaze.

  Undoing his bowtie, I slid my hands over his shoulder, pushing his jacket and shirt off him, the fabric smacking the floor, yanking off his ear com with it, cutting him off from the outside. My hands glided down his bare torso, my nails trailing over the tattoo on his arm and side, stopping on the one on his bicep.

  A daisy.

  I knew his sister’s name had been Daisy.

  “Is this…?” I traced the flower, petals peeling off the flower turned into teardrops as they fell. All around it was more geometrical shapes that made it stand out like a framed picture.

  “We are not talking about my tattoos right now.” His mouth captured mine. Ravenous, our lips moved together, nipping, biting, demanding, almost painfully, turning up the intensity.

  His fingers dug into my scalp, his lips parting my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, devouring me in flames as his cock throbbed hard against me, wanting in.

  God, yes.

  Lust burned away my pain and exhaustion, my body feeling more alive than it ever had.

  “Lennox,” I pleaded his name, my hands working the button of his pants, pushing between his hot skin and his boxer briefs. His size was already breaking free of his briefs, demanding my touch. My hand wrapped around him, feeling him pulse and grow harder in my palm.

  Damn. He was impressive, making me even more desperate for him.

  “Bugger all,” he hissed out, his hands slamming into the wall by my head, leaning me harder into the door. I loved how he felt, the power I felt in touching him, making his chest claw for air as I continued to stroke and explore him. “Jesus…Spencer…” He gritted his teeth.

  I wanted more. I wanted him inside me.

  I slid my hands to his trousers, pushing them down his hips. His gaze jolted up to mine. Untamed.

  Hunting.

  “Say it,” he demanded. Dominant. Assertive. But I knew he was the kind of alpha who would step back and let me take the lead when I wanted to.

  But right then, I didn’t want to.

  “I want you to say it.” He pressed me into the door, the feel of him rubbing against my knickers making me cry out with pleasure. “Be sure this is what you want.”

  “You.” I curved into him. “I want you to fuck me.”

  A deep growl filled the room as he pulled back from the door, my feet hitting the floor. He flipped me around, flattening my chest into the surface. The sound of the dress zipper echoed through the room, the puffy thing dropping to the ground, leaving me only in my knickers.

  The fact that no bra could be worn with this dress didn’t go unnoticed; air hissed through his teeth as his hands skimmed down my back. I gasped as he shredded the nylons I had been forced to wear from my legs, tossing them to the side like there were nothing more than cobwebs.

  “Much better.” His fingers skated over my hips, slowly dragging my panties down, lighting every nerve ending. He swore under his breath, his hands gliding down the back of my legs as he went down on his knees.

  My heart thudded as his fingers dug into my thighs, spreading my legs, tilting me forward, opening me to him.

  The rush of being exposed, vulnerable, spiked my breath.

  “Bloody hell.” He growled again. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, to have you on my tongue.” His lips grazed the back of my thigh, biting, his tongue soothing over the bite mark.

  A sound came up my throat, voices of people outside the door pressing into my ear, rising the adrenaline shaking my limbs. We could be found at any moment. Press, nobles, and celebrities were just on the other side of this door.

  His tongue licked down, finding my core. “You taste so bloody good.”

  “Oh god,” I wheezed, gripping the wall.

  Slipping two fingers inside me, he parted my legs wider, pumping them in then out before his tongue slipped deep inside me.

  My vision blurred at the sides, my nails digging into the wood door as I started to move against him, seeking the unbelievable pleasure.

  His hand grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he continued, working whimpers and moans from me I had never heard before. The last thing I wanted was to bring Theo into my thoughts, but I couldn’t help acknowledging that sex and even foreplay were never like this with him. Never.

  “Lennox.” I moaned loudly, my legs wobbling under the intense sensation he was spearing through me. “Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for anymore. He ignored me as he sucked and licked me with relentless fierceness. Devouring me. My orgasm raced toward the edge, making words lash out on my tongue—things I never demanded before or uttered out loud. Dirty talk had always seemed embarrassing and cheesy, especially with the Prince.

  Where the hell did that girl go? I didn’t know, but this girl said what she wanted, crude demands plunging off my tongue. My need for him to be inside me soared in the room. “Lennox!”

  “I really wanted you to come on my tongue.” He pulled his fingers out, biting my ass, drawing pain and pleasure from me. “But I could never disregard your wishes, Duchess.” He smirked. Standing up, he clutched my hips, tossing me back onto the counter, stepping between my thighs.

  “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill and clean.” My knees clutched his legs, pulling him closer, not wanting this to stop. “Never had sex without a condom before.”

  “Really?” He titled his head. “Not even with—”

  “No.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear his name. “Especially with him.”

  Heat flared in his eyes, his gaze trailing over my naked body. The idea that we would break the rules for each other spoke volumes.

  “I have never either with one-night stands.” He grabbed the back of my head. Fierce. Rough. My lips parted, desire flooding me.

  “Even Hazel? Or is she more than a one-night thing?”

  “Definitely not. On both counts.” His mouth lowered to my breast, tugging at my nipple, my back arching into him. He flicked it with his tongue before coming back to my mouth, his gaze heavy with lust. “It was you I was imagining. Your pussy I wanted to slide into.”

  Heat flared, and I yanked him into me. “Then do it.”

  With his free hand, he tugged my hips to him, the other coiling my hair around his fist. My mouth parted, feeling the tip of him line up with me. He pushed into me, filling me entirely. I groaned loudly, my body trying to adjust to him.

  Oh. My. God.

  “Fuckfuckfuck.” He hissed, his grip digging into my flesh. “I imagined it, but you weren’t supposed to feel this bloody good.”

  If it was him, the fact he was bare, or both, I didn’t care. I couldn’t even fathom how incredible he felt, almost to the point of overwhelming my sensations and nerves so much I couldn’t function, which had me more desperate. I
had stopped breathing as he pushed in deeper, still not completely in. Nerves burned with heat and pleasure, my fingers burrowing into the counter.

  He pulled out, pushing back in so deep, pleasure scratched up my throat, watering my eyes. Whatever he did to me, he broke loose a monster from her pen. She didn’t care about being proper, pleasing, or refined.

  She was wild, indecent, fierce, and demanded more.

  Insatiable.

  Matching him every step of the way.

  “Bloody hell.” He drove in, spearing sparks through my body, our need driving our rhythm, frantic and desperate.

  “Oh god…harder!” I wanted him to destroy me. To take it all.

  The sound of us filled the room, my legs shaking as my orgasm singed up my spine. “Lennox.” A cry of warning ripped from me as I chased the blissful high with abandon.

  With a grunt, he pulled out, yanking me off the counter. He turned me around, fastening my hands down on the lip of the vanity.

  “Watch me fuck you.” He grabbed my hips, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”

  I swear, anyone else could say that, and I would be embarrassed, but not him. The fiercer and dirtier he got, the more I was turned on. The more I wanted to match it.

  He thrust back into me, splintering a cry from me, my hands going to the mirror to hold myself up.

  “Spencer.” He rasped out my name, his hips slamming so hard into mine, I knew I’d bruise from the counter, but I didn’t care. I loved it. Wanted more.

  “Watch.” He growled, his hands moved over my body, flicking at my nipples. My gaze took in everything, loving the full-length mirror beside us. He went slower, so I could really watch, going so deep my toes and fingers curled.

  Fuck, it was hot.

  Intimate.

  Sexy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He slid his fingers down my stomach to my clit. “Watching me fuck you.”

  “Yes.” I groaned as his thumb rubbed against me. I pushed back into him, my teeth gritting. “More…god…Lennox. Don’t stop.” My head fell back into him, my gaze never leaving his.

  “I don’t plan to. Ever.” He pushed me forward into the counter, and the change of angle had me gasping. He grabbed on to me, his expression merciless. “Not until I hear you scream my name, feel you break apart.”

  Playtime’s over.

  Bring it. My eyes said back.

  He drove into me with a brutal intensity, and all I could do was hold on, sounds I couldn’t even describe as human tumbling from me. Everything hazed around me, the burning up my spine, cooking me alive, my body starting to tumble over, squeezing around him, my fingers clawing at the intensity.

  “Oh god…”

  He reached around, pounding into me as his fingers rubbed through me, setting me off. Coarse, my vocals cried out, my body clenching around him.

  “Fuck. Spencer!” I heard him bellow.

  Everything in me exploded. The intensity froze me in place like being dropped off a cliff, that moment of suspension—utter bliss sustaining you in the air like a cartoon.

  His hips slammed into me, and I felt him throb and release inside me, roaring, sending an electrical current of pleasure through me, tearing air from my lungs as I shattered into a million pieces.

  I couldn’t breathe, move, or think as I slowly pieced myself together. My breath was ragged, my body still pulsing around him. Bugger, was that what a real orgasm felt like?

  His chest pressed into my back, his gasps for air gliding against my neck, sliding down between my breasts.

  “Fuck,” he muttered huskily against my ear.

  “Yeah.” I swallowed with a chuckle. My gaze lifted to the mirror, meeting his gaze. His arms still wrapped around me, our sweaty skin pressing together, his cock still buried deep in me.

  Seeing us like that, feeling him inside me, didn’t bring shame; it only brought more desire—the need to move against him, taking what I wanted.

  More. More. More. More. My body screamed, already knowing I would never have enough. It got a taste and craved more already.

  He snorted, a wolfish grin hinting on his lips, his head shaking like he could see my thoughts in my eyes. He probably could; I couldn’t seem to disguise what I wanted from him.

  We watched each other as we regained our breaths. I trembled with the extreme onslaught of emotion and energy. I was a junkie coming down from a high, wanting another hit.

  Buzzz

  His phone hummed from his pants on the floor.

  “Shite,” he muttered, pulling away from me. I sucked in as he slipped out of me, instantly wanting him back, filling me with pleasure. Warmth. Him. Twisting around against the vanity, I watched his naked body stroll to his clothes on the floor, swiping up his trousers, pulling out his mobile.

  “Lennox here.” He put the phone to his ear, his gaze returning to me, his eyes exploring and roaming over my curves. “Sorry, mate. My com must not be working.”

  Lie.

  “Yeah. I saw her go into the bathroom a bit ago. Just outside waiting for her.”

  Another lie.

  My stomach rolled into a ball, the first inkling of reality crashing down on me. Guilt. Lies meant the truth was wrong. The truth would hurt people.

  Technically I had broken up with Theo, but being here tonight didn’t feel like it, nor was it still right. But when it came to Lennox, right and wrong didn’t seem to matter.

  Snatching up the torturous dress, I started to put it back on.

  “Sure. Yeah. Tell Heidi, Kelly, and Chloe to calm down. I got her. Okay. Yeah. Bye.” Lennox hung up, his head dropping, his hands going to his hips, taking a huge staggering breath.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. The comfort he had being naked, standing there, feet wide, me still coating him, only made me want to touch him again, explore every inch of his physique.

  No. I mentally batted my hand away, taking in a breath, turning away from him.

  “Spencer.”

  “Don’t.” I hauled up the dress, covering my breasts. They still tingled, feeling his hands, his lips. Every bit of me could still feel him… and was asking for another serving. “We should forget this ever happened. It was a mistake.”

  He was suddenly behind me. “Maybe.” His fingers traced the bare skin along my spine, my skin shivering with hunger. Sensually gliding down to my bare ass, his hand brushed over it as he tugged at the zipper, slowly fastening it back up, my breath catching. “But it did. And it was…” He shook his head, pinching his nose. “Shite, Spencer.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded in agreement. Mind-blowing, incredible, intense, amazing—none of them seemed to adequately describe it.

  I only had a handful of sexual partners, including the Prince, but none of them even remotely got close to what Lennox made me feel. The monster he woke up was already greedy and wanting more. To the point I was about to take off the dress again, consequences be dammed.

  Obsessed. Crazed.

  Even before knowing how it felt to have him deep in me, I was a fiend.

  Now?

  I was so screwed.

  “You’re leaving.”

  “And you’re with Theo.”

  “I’m not.”

  “What?” He jolted back.

  “After you walked away this morning, I told him it was over.” My lashes lifted, peering at him in the mirror. His strong naked body stood behind me, my tulle dress blocking some of his frame. Fuck, he looked so hot.

  “Then why…”

  “It’s not easy to just break up with a prince. And tonight, at the King’s birthday, was not the time. I told him I’d come. Keep up the front for another night.”

  “I don’t think Theo got the memo.”

  “He’s only pretending.”

  “No. He’s not. I saw him look at you. The way he looked at me.” Lennox dragged his hand down his face. “Fuck.”

  “What?”

  Not answering, he curved around,
tugging on his briefs. “Shite,” he hissed. “I have a shirt with no buttons.”

  I cringed. “Sorry.”

  His heated gaze slid to me. “No, you’re not.”

  “You’re right; I’m not.” I bit down on my finger, watching him bend over, pulling on his trousers.

  Damn…

  “Well, then you get no knickers.” He snatched up the fabric, stuffing them into his pocket, zipping up his pants. I knew it was wrong to get so turned on by the idea that I was bare under the dress, sensitive and sore from him, knowing he had my knickers tucked in his pocket. But I did.

  He put his shirt back on, holding it together with his tux jacket buttoned up. I stepped up to him, taking the tie from him, and looped it around his neck. His eyes were heavy on me as I worked, desire sparking in the silence. The room smelled of sex, of us.

  “What are we going to do?” I muttered, not able to look at him as I finished the bow.

  “Nothing.”

  My gaze darted to his.

  “You were right. This shouldn’t have happened.” His words were blunt, but his tone still rumbled with craving, his eyes burning. His fingers glided over the wound on my cheek. “Nothing’s changed. My life is…complicated. I can’t be anything to you.”

  “Then step away.” I stared up at him. Challenging. “Walk out of this room. Walk away from me.”

  He didn’t move, his expression tightening, his shoulders rising.

  “Leave.”

  “I can’t.” His hand grasped the back of my neck, yanking me into him, his mouth seizing mine. Voraciously, he breathed me in, claiming my mouth.

  The embers flared instantly, our kiss turning crazed. The desire was more insatiable than it was before. I now knew the way his mouth tasted, the way his body felt against mine, how he looked sliding in and out of me, the way he claimed every inch of me.

  His hand went into my hair as mine went around his back, sliding over his ass. The need for him filled me, making me forget about the rest of the world. He walked me back into the wall, pressing into me. I groaned, feeling him growing hard against me.

  Yes. More.

  My hands moved to him, rubbing against the fabric of his pants.

  “Dammit.” Lennox jerked back, bending over, taking gulps of air. “We can’t. We must go. They are waiting for you.”