by Alexa King
With that thought, I pull back the covers, exposing her nearly naked body. She’s wearing a thin nightgown that shows her breasts, which I know will fit my hand perfectly, and pink nipples through the sheer material. The thin straps are off one shoulder, and the short gown reveals she isn’t wearing panties. I can barely see the little lips of her pussy, but they’re exposed.
I growl, and the sound wakes her. She rolls fully onto her back and looks up to me with panic in her eyes. She takes a breath as if to scream, but I put my hand over her mouth.
I’m over twice her size. As she lies under me, it’s then I see the difference. She’s small by nature, and I’m very large compared to almost all men. This does have its advantages, though.
“Careful, princess. We wouldn’t want someone to come in and get the wrong idea.”
She’s breathing through her nose, and her baby-blue eyes are scanning mine. Her heartbeat is loud between the two of us, so I use my free hand to run a finger down her chin and throat.
“I couldn’t stay away. The second I left you, I needed to see you again.” She narrows her eyes at me. “You said my name in your sleep. Were you dreaming of me, princess?”
She scowls now, but I see the pink rising up her neck.
“Oh, you were,” I laugh, leaning in a little more. “Were you dreaming that I came into your room? Is this a dream come true?”
She starts to speak, but my hand over her mouth prevents it.
“If I remove my hand, will you behave?” Alena hesitates for a second, and I make a tsking sound. “Maybe not yet, then.”
I run my free hand down her neck and over her nightgown. Her hard nipple pushes against the thin cotton, and I trace my finger around it. I circle the peak, teasing her, and I feel her body start to relax.
“Such a thin nightgown, my princess. Can you not afford something to cover you? Or were you wearing this for your king?”
My hand travels lower this time, to the edge of her nightgown.
“You know it’s my royal right to inspect you. To make sure you’re…” I stop as I reach the hem of the fabric and push it up slightly. “…pure.”
I look down at her naked pussy, seeing it’s completely bare.
“Did you do this for your king?” I run my finger along the inside of her thigh, and her legs fall open for me, exposing more of herself. “Do you want me to touch you?”
I move my hand away from her mouth slowly, and as I do, I run my fingers along her lips. “I want to hear you say it, my princess, that you want me to touch you.”
She licks her lips, and I harden further at the sight. God, how I want her tongue in my mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers into the space between us.
“I will always do as you command, Alena.” I lean down, holding my lips a breath from hers. “Tell me your wishes, and I will make them come true.”
“Kiss me,” she says in answer, and I do.
I press my lips to hers, and her mouth opens for me. I take over, sucking her tongue into my mouth and tasting her heat. I devour her like she is the most succulent treat on earth, and it’s enough to make me fall in love with her. Desire was there from the first moment I saw her picture. But tasting her, feeling her warm body against mine, has my heart binding to hers. There was animalistic need before, and now it’s unstoppable.
I want to taste all of her, so I move my mouth lower, pushing down the thin cloth that covers her breasts and exposing them to me.
Seeing her nearly naked, save for the scrap of material wrapped around her waist, it’s almost too much. Her young ripe breasts and her naked pussy are exposed. All for her king.
“Are you a virgin, Alena? Are you untouched for me?”
She nods, and I see the blush from her cheeks blossom on her breasts.
“When you are under me, you call me King,” I say, running my finger between her breasts. “I’m your god, princess. I’m the beginning and the end of your world. I will give you everything you ask and lay it all at your feet, but there is nothing beyond me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my king.”
“You are absolutely perfect, princess. There isn’t anything on earth I’ve seen that is as lovely as what’s now mine.”
I place a kiss between her breasts, then run my nose along each one, feeling their softness. I kiss the underside of one and then take a nipple in my mouth. I give the same treatment to the next, and I hear a small whine come from her.
“Shall I kiss lower?” I ask, moving down her body slightly. “Such a beautiful body for me to pleasure.”
Her thighs open a little more for me, and I look down at the glistening nectar on her pussy. I lick my lips and look up to her soft blue eyes.
“I’m going to eat your sweetness, and then I’m going to give you mine.”
Chapter Seven
Alena
I have to be dreaming. Yes, that’s it. I tell myself this as Roman slides up my nightgown, revealing even more of me. I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Heat is taking over my entire body, and I shamelessly part my legs even more. I want to bare myself to him, want him to taste me there.
I let all concerns and doubts drift away in that moment. I don’t want to think about anything else but what he’s doing to my body and the things he’s making me feel.
He drags his nose down my belly, and I hear him breathing me in before he begins tasting me. When his warm tongue touches my skin, I come off the bed. His big hands grip my hips, holding me in place inches above the mattress. His dark eyes are on me, and I swear I see that same spark from before. The look makes me moan his name as control slips from me to him.
He growls against my skin as he grips me with his teeth. He doesn’t bite, but sucks me into his mouth, still holding me in his firm grasp.
“Tell me you’re my princess.”
“I’m yours.” It tumbles right out of my mouth without a thought, as if I’ve said it a thousand times.
He growls again. “I can’t wait,” I hear him say, and his mouth is on me again, except this time it lands right on my core.
My hands fly to the headboard, needing something to hold on to. He devours me as if he’s starved. He lifts me even higher, like he’s trying to get more of me inside his mouth. The sounds he’s making while his tongue slides in and out of me are ferocious. He’s licking my center and then my sweet spot. It’s more than I can take, and I can’t hold my body back.
My whole world explodes around me as I call out for my king. My body shakes, and I try to ground myself, but I can’t. He keeps eating at me, and half my body is still off the bed. Light blinds my view, and it’s the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever experienced.
“Please, have mercy, my king.” It’s all too much. All too new. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I know what sex is. I’ve even read some of Tabby’s romance books and talked with other princesses. But from what I’d been told, I didn’t think kings performed this act on a woman.
There were always lots of whispers that sex wasn’t that great. It was something that was our duty, and that was it. Husbands of royal status never gave what they got, but it was okay.
“I’ll give you mercy from my mouth, but I’m not done with you yet.”
I open my eyes, not realizing they’d closed. Roman looms over me, reminding me how big he really is once again. I nod, knowing what’s coming. It’s like they said—a king will always take his pleasure from you. Just lie there and take it. It might hurt a little, but it will be over quickly.
“Take what you like. It’s yours, after all.” I let my eyes fall closed, but nothing happens. I lie there, and after a second I open one eye to look at him. His face in unreadable, so I slowly open the other eye. “Is something wrong?”
“I have no pleasure if you have none.”
I’m confused by his words.
“I-I thought—” His mouth takes mine, and I taste myself on him. Something about it seems naughty and wrong, but I only kiss him back
harder, wanting to taste what he’s just done to me to somehow brand it into my memory.
My body jerks when I feel his cock brush against my clit.
“My king,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Know something.” He pulls back and looks down at me. “I’ll never only take pleasure from you. You will always cum more than I do. I love watching this porcelain skin you have turn pink under me, and I like knowing I can make you feel this way.” He leans down close so he’s a whisper away from me. “You saved this part of yourself for me and me alone. I will worship and cherish it just like I will every other part of you. That’s my duty to you as your king.”
His mouth comes back down on mine. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck. I slide my fingers into his hair as he drags himself across me. His cock hits me in the perfect spot, and I moan around our kiss.
“It’s happening again,” I say, pulling away from his mouth, and our eyes lock.
“Get used to it.” He leans back on his knees and pulls me partly into his lap. The movement makes me squeak and wiggle a little. “Be still, princess. I’m going to give you what you and I both need.”
I look down and see his thickness, and my core clenches. He’s larger than anything I’ve imagined. But it’s not like I have any experience with a naked man. The shaft is long, with veins running down the hard length. The head of it is wide, and I see a white pearl on the end. I watch as he takes it in his hand and then moves it to my opening. I feel the tip of him enter me, but he doesn’t push in any farther.
His other hand comes to my sweet spot, and he begins to stroke me. The pleasure builds, and I spread my legs as wide as they can go, wanting that feeling again. His eyes never leave mine as he watches me get closer to the edge.
“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, then I’m going to cum in you.”
I try to push down the desire for more of him inside me. He releases his shaft and brings his hand to my hip, holding me in place while he rubs my center. I have this overwhelming need to be filled by him, but my own pleasure approaches and takes over.
“You have no idea the power it takes for me to stop you from taking more of my cock. Princess, please. My control is splintering. Have mercy on me and cum for me. Now.”
The last word is snapped out, hard and dominating. Something about it sends me over, and I do as he commands. Once again, I find that feeling of bursting into a million pieces. Waves of bliss flow over me—I’ve never felt something so wonderful.
He growls out my name, and I feel his warm release inside me. My center contracts, trying to grab on to it. Grab on to him.
I melt into the bed as he spreads kisses all over me, up my neck and to my ear. “You’re mine now. I didn’t take your virginity, but I might have given you a baby. Our baby.”
“Hmm?” is all I can seem to say, because his words are lost in my fog of paradise.
“I hate to leave you so soon, but I must. I’m shocked no one heard us.”
He places a few more kisses on me and starts to pull away. I grab on to him, stopping him. Something in my brain clicks on, and I open my eyes to look at him.
“I can’t leave my sister. Please, can she—”
“Yes,” he says simply, giving me what I want before I’ve even finished asking for it.
“But my parents, they—”
He silences my words with a kiss. When he pulls back, the look he gives me melts my heart a little more. Or maybe it’s his coldness that’s starting to melt, allowing me to warm to him.
“I’ll stop at nothing until you get what you want. And I always get what I want.”
Chapter Eight
Roman
“Shhh. Don’t make a sound.”
Alena squeaks, and I put my hand over her mouth. It’s the next afternoon, and I’ve snuck over to her place, unable to keep my distance. Again. I came through a servants’ entrance in the back hall and spotted her walking toward the outside patio. I can see a group of women from here—she must be having a bridal shower.
I look around to make sure that no one has seen me, and I pull Alena back into the shadows, where there are curtains to shield us from view. She tenses in my arms, but after a second she softens against me. I stand there, holding her, with my hand over her mouth, waiting to see if anyone comes to check on her. I hear footsteps and bring my other hand around to her stomach, trailing it down to her skirt. I slip my hand into the waistband and into her panties.
She makes a little sound, and I put my lips to her ear. “I couldn’t wait for tonight, princess. I had to have a taste.”
I dip my fingers into her pussy and rub her clit a little. Then I take them out and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean as a servant walks by. My hard cock presses against her ass, and she pushes back into it.
“Are you in need of your king?” I ask, reaching between us to unfasten my belt and unzip my slacks. I pull my cock free and stroke it a few times. “Lift your skirt, princess. I will ease your aches.”
She hesitates, and I watch her shaky hands reach down and ruffle up the material until her bottom is exposed to me. I push down her panties until they are around her knees and I can get to what I want.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper as another servant’s footsteps sound in the hallway. She does what I ask again, and my cock weeps with desire. “You’re so submissive to your king. That’s exactly what a good princess would do.”
My cock is so long and thick that as she spreads her legs, I push my cock between them from behind, and it peeks out the front of her pussy.
“Now spread your lips, and let me rub you.”
She does as I ask, spreading her pussy lips and letting the head of my cock lie flat against her clit. I move back and forth, and if someone were to spot us they’d think we were fucking. But I don’t penetrate my princess. I only give her this little pleasure to make sure she doesn’t ache like I do until I come to her again tonight. Because I will be back.
“Let me put the tip inside to wet it for you, princess.” I slide back and dip into her opening, just the barest inch. I’m surprised when her hand covers my cock, to keep it there. “You want me inside you?” I ask as I bite her neck.
She nods, and I take my hand away from her mouth.
“I won’t take your sweet innocence here, Alena. But I will give you pleasure.”
She moans as I take my cock from her opening and slide it back between her legs. I run the wet shaft between her folds and feel her pussy weep onto it. I put my hand back over her mouth because she’s getting loud and someone else is close now.
I shove a hand up her shirt and yank down her bra as I squeeze her full breast. My need is too strong, and I can’t hold back as I squirt my cum all over her pussy and the insides of her thighs. I look down and see some of it even landed on the floor. I keep thrusting, though, pretending to fuck her pretty cunt until I feel her squeeze me and her body tenses in my arms. She cries out against my hand, and I tell her soft, sweet words to encourage her orgasm to keep going.
Once her body is wrung out, I reach down and pull her panties up. But before I take my cock away, I press the rounded tip to her opening. “It’s almost time, princess. Soon you’ll be mine in every way.”
I step back and put her panties back in place, letting the mess I made on her stay where I put it.
“Now go, princess. Or you’ll be late for your ladies’ lunch.” I spank her ass and push her out from the curtains.
She’s wobbly at first and then straightens, brushing her skirt down as a servant walks by. She nods to them as they greet her, and I have to bite back a smile. She’s marked by me, and she’ll feel me between her legs until I’m with her again tonight.
I watch her join the other women at the table, then I slip free and make my way back to my car that’s parked down the street. When I get there, I grab my phone and make a call.
“Tomorrow. Move everything to tomorrow.”
“But your highness�
��” The planner starts to protest, but I cut him off.
“It’s tomorrow or it’s your job. You decide.”
I hang up the phone and grip the wheel with both hands. I’ve waited long enough to have Alena, and I won’t wait another fucking second. I’ll go to her tonight, but I want her bound to me by royal law when I breed her. And make no mistake, she’ll be bred before the sun sets on us another day.
Chapter Nine
Alena
I open my bedroom door and peek down the hallway, making sure no one is in there before I slip out. I head for my sister’s room, needing to talk to her. Today’s been crazy. Okay, the last forty-eight hours of my life have been crazy. I find out I’m getting married to a brute of a king, who’s constantly popping out of nowhere and doing deliciously terrible things to me. Okay, not terrible, but it makes me feel better to think it.
I don’t know if I want to smack him or kiss him. The worst part is I haven’t gotten to have a moment alone with my sister since we separated after dinner yesterday. I’ve been dying to talk to her about everything. She has no idea about the two times Roman’s shown up or the things we’d done. Each time we try to get a moment together, someone interrupts us.
Since I woke up this morning I’ve been on the move with my bridal shower. My mom made a giant deal out of. She invited everyone from here to the moon. There were people there I’d never seen in my life. And when it wasn’t my mother rushing me around, Roman’s mom was hovering close, shooting my mother death glares and asking me a million questions about myself. And, oh yeah, when am I going to give her grandbabies?
I’m not sure these families are going to like each other, but I did notice Roman’s mom only gave my mom death glares when my mom snapped at me or barked an order. Then, to top it all off, we found out midafternoon the wedding would be tomorrow. That sent everyone running to get things done. It was already almost midnight and I’d barely gotten changed into my pajamas, and knew I couldn’t stay in my room tonight. I had to talk to my sister.
