by Marie Medina
She heard the door open, and she could feel his presence. He crossed the room very slowly. Instead of yanking the draperies away, he reached out and touched her through them. His hand traveled over her cheek and down between her breasts. He pushed her against the cold glass and cupped them, running his thumbs over her nipples. Then, finally, he slowly pushed them aside and looked down at her.
“What changed your mind?” she whispered.
“Besides a month of needing you?”
She smiled. “It can’t have been so bad if you let it go on for a month.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “And you can’t have missed my attentions very much. I half expected you to rip up my note and come after me screaming.”
She gave him a coy look. “Teasing you was fun in a way. You made the decision to avoid me, and I wasn’t going to sit in my room and mope. I made you work for your solitude.”
“You did indeed. For a time there, I thought you were going to forsake being fully dressed altogether.”
“I suppose I could punish you now as well,” she said, running her hands up and down her bodice and cupping her breasts. “I’ve gotten good at fulfilling my own needs. Or didn’t you hear me?”
He stepped closer and took her hands off her breasts to press them to his heart. “I did. Nearly drove me mad.”
“Answer my question. What happened to make you give in? I thought we might both go insane if your stubbornness held out.”
He kissed one finger. “My stubbornness?”
She licked her lips. “Yes, yours. Give me an answer, or you won’t see me for a month.”
He tightened his grip. “Philip told me what you said that day. You had only known me for two days, but you wanted to do something for me. If I can’t trust you, I’m truly lost.” He bent to kiss her, and the gentleness of the caress shocked her. He stroked her cheeks and kept feathering the light kisses over her face. But when he looked at her again, his eyes widened.
“There was something you needed, I believe? Something you had to claim?”
He nodded. “Run.”
“What?”
He whispered into her ear. “Run back to your room.” He backed away and favored her with a most wicked smile. “I want to catch you.”
She licked her lips and took off. She wanted him to catch her right away, and yet the sensation of running from him sent a shiver of delight down her spine. She could hear him behind her as she neared the steps. He swept her into his arms and threw her over his shoulder before she could even cry out. He bounded down the stairs at a rate that both frightened and amazed her. He crossed the hall and foyer in no time, running up the other flight of stairs.
His bedroom. She realized they were going to his bedroom. As he tossed her onto the bed, she noticed the sheets were already turned down and the entire room was alight with candles. She caressed the silk beneath her and looked up at him.
“This room has seen enough unhappiness.” He climbed on top of her. “It’s time those memories were banished.” He placed a kiss between her breasts. “Though we’ll have our work cut out for us, replacing all of them.”
“I’m willing to work at it day and night.” She brought her lips to his, unable to wait any longer for his embrace.
He covered her body with his. “I knew you would be, the way you cleaned this castle.”
She giggled as his lips moved down her neck. “Trying to take my mind off needing you.”
He unlaced her bodice. “Glad it didn’t work.”
She arched as he took one nipple between his teeth and the other between his fingers. She gripped his shoulders and ran her hands down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under her palms. Jolts of pleasure shot all over her body as he worked her nipples. She slid one hand down his shirt to feel more of him.
He pressed her breasts together, kissing and licking and getting her wetter with each stroke of his tongue. She began tugging at her dress to further loosen the laces and get it off.
“Allow me,” he said, ripping the bodice with one tug. “We can afford more.” He kissed down her stomach and ripped the dress further as she struggled out of it. He pulled her underwear off and spread her legs. His fingers slid into her as his lips locked on her clitoris.
“But I want you,” she protested, even as she moaned under his mouth.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He slid his hand under her and popped her bottom affectionately. “You can wait.”
He worked his fingers into her. Stretching her and making her want more. He licked her swollen nub with increasing pressure. Then his fingers found the perfect spot deep inside her, and she arched as the pressure threatened to give way. She knew what she wanted. She stroked his hair and opened her mouth, but a gasp stopped her words as he growled against her pussy and sent her over the edge.
She rode the wave as he lapped at her, his fingers still pressed deep into her. After he withdrew, he crawled up her body. He kissed her deeply before whispering, “I knew that was what you wanted me to do.”
“Did you?” she said against his lips.
“Yes.” He stood and began undressing, his eyes roaming up and down her body. She kept her eyes fixed on his cock as he joined her on the bed again. She reached out and touched it, hesitating when it jumped at her. She raised her eyebrows at him.
“Couldn’t resist,” he said. “You’ll have to get used to it…surprising you.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him, looking into his eyes. “Please, Marrok.”
He pushed her onto her back and spread her, placing his hands under her knees and lifting her. He positioned himself at her entrance, then lowered his body onto hers as he entered her.
She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing as he stretched and filled her. He slid in easily, she was so wet, but he soon met some resistance. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her passionately as he pushed through. She gasped, but then she moaned as he slid in to the hilt. The head of his cock hit the entrance of her womb, and then he began to move. Being filled by him felt so right, and the flutter low in her belly told her it would soon feel so good.
He ended the kiss and looked down into her eyes as he gradually increased his speed. His chest was pressed to hers, and she could feel his heart beating. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He nuzzled her hair, breathing deeply, and then touched her cheek as he gazed into her eyes again.
“I love you,” he said.
“I…knew…you did,” she said between thrusts. She could hardly catch her breath, and she knew he would have her soaring again soon.
He chuckled deep in his chest. “Nothing but trouble since you arrived.” He closed his eyes, thrusting hard and deep as he crushed her into the mattress.
“I love…you too,” she said before crying out his name as she came again.
He groaned loudly, and she felt him jerk, spilling into her hot and fast. She held him tight, not letting him move even an inch away. Everything fell away, and he was all she had to hold to. The joy of her orgasm gave way to a feeling of completion. She stroked his hair when she heard him give a satisfied sigh.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She folded her arms on his chest and rested her chin there to look at him. He looked so contented she had to tease him.
“Was it worth a month of waiting?” she asked.
Looking up at her seriously, he pulled her hair away from her face on each side. “It was worth twenty years of waiting.” He rolled her beneath him again. “And don’t you ever forget it.” His mouth captured hers, and he didn’t stop until she began to struggle for air. He ended the kiss at her protesting, but he didn’t release her again until he’d made her scream out his name two more times.
* * * *
Marrok awoke to strange sensations. He was in a bed, and he was pressed against a warm body. He jerked to attention and found himself in his own bed with Josette. She mumbled something and rolled over, the sight of her perfect ass peeking out from the shee
ts distracting him for a moment.
How had he gotten there? After sating both their appetites, he’d kissed her and given her the tower keys, and then he’d gone out and transformed. He remembered some running, and he thought he remembered the stream, but nothing else came to mind. Nothing in the room was out of place, and Josette was unharmed. What had happened?
He shook her away. “Josette! Why aren’t you in the tower?”
She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I wanted to be with you.” She stretched and sat up, putting her arms around him. “This is our room now.”
“But how did I get here?”
She stroked his chest, her hand drifting lower, so he grabbed her hand and pinned her against the pillows. “Talk, vixen.”
“You kept howling. I could feel that you wanted me. I got up and went outside. You ran to me and sat at my feet, just watching me.”
“And?”
“You nuzzled against my thighs and then thumped your nose against my bottom. You went into the castle and looked back at me. I went inside and led you up here. You sat there staring, and I undressed and climbed into bed. You yawned—yes, wipe that look off your face, you yawned—and got on top of the covers. Then you rested your head on my stomach and went to sleep.”
“Why did you do that? I could have killed you.”
She shook her head. “You knew the scent of your mate. Your howls were different, Marrok. You needed me.”
As her words sank in, he couldn’t be angry. She’d known instinctively what he needed. Yes, she was his mate. “And I need you now as well.”
They kissed, and he slipped his hands under the covers to squeeze her bottom. He pulled her to him, his cock hardening as it slid against her soft thighs. She parted her legs, throwing one over his, and he pressed against her core, rubbing against her, feeling her grow wet. He let his fingers stray between her cheeks briefly before moving lower to caress and tease her.
Pushing the covers away from her body, he rolled her onto her stomach. He massaged her ass until she twisted her head to look at him.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked, sucking on her lower lip.
“You did leave the tower last night.” He squeezed her left cheek. “That has to be worth a few smacks.”
She bent her legs, her body arching down against the mattress. Caressing her again, he slid one finger into her pussy, moving it in and out until she sighed. As soon as she closed her eyes, he squeezed her cheek again and then brought his hand down on her ass. After he slapped the other cheek, he watched with delight as she pressed her thighs together. Smiling at her response, he pushed them apart and rubbed her clit before slipping his fingers into her again. He found her sweet spot and rubbed harder, and when she cried out he withdrew and slapped her ass repeatedly until she began to writhe so much he had to hold her down.
Spreading her thighs further he moved between them, lifting her enough to enter her sweet pussy. He held her hips and thrust, and then he ran his hands under her to caress her stomach and breasts. She moaned and clutched the pillow beneath her head. He lowered himself, moving her hair to the side to kiss her neck and back.
His right hand inched down to her pussy, working a slow circle around her clitoris as he thrust hard and deep. He kissed her shoulder, then bent down gently. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
He sighed into her hair. “Good.”
He pounded into her, only pulling out a little each time as he pinched her clitoris between his fingers. She raked the fingers of one hand down the mattress as she came, squeezing his cock and almost sending him over. He worked in her slowly to draw her pleasure out and then he slipped his cock from her. He delved into her with his fingers, and when they were covered in her arousal he slid one, then two into her ass.
She gasped, but she didn’t resist, relaxing onto the mattress as he slid his other hand from under her. He gave her left cheek an appreciative slap. He worked his finger in and out to ready her, and then he pulled out and put his cock against her hole. He entered slowly to let her get used to him. Her hips rose off the bed a little, so he lifted her torso.
“Get on your knees.”
She did so, and he slid further into her. “Oh lord. I thought you said you weren’t so wicked?”
He pushed forward to fill her, groaning as he went to the hilt. “You’re the one who said that the day you arrived. You said you didn’t think I looked so very wicked.”
“Mmmm, then I take it back.” She moaned. “I would never have thought this could feel good.”
He laughed, his balls tightening. “Did you even know it was possible?”
“Not until now.”
He quickened his pace. “So much to teach you.” He slapped her right cheek repeatedly, loving the little gasp she gave each time.
When he felt her tighten around him, he reached to rub her clitoris. She came, her tight channel squeezing him until he found release in her. He emptied into her ass, doubling over and covering her with his body. He withdrew and rolled her over to pull her up into his embrace and kiss her.
“And I’ll teach you everything. You’ll have to be just as wicked as the man you’re shackled to.”
“I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful teacher. I can’t wait to find out what else I secretly love.”
“Besides me?”
She touched his cheek. “That will never be a secret. I’ll shout it from my tower if you like.”
“You’ll stay here from now on.” He kissed her. “Though I can lock you up there any time you like.”
“Promise?”
He raised one eyebrow and then silenced her giggling with a long kiss.
Epilogue
Josette watched the men taking the portraits of her parents down to move them to the hallway in the guest wing. Marrok came up behind her and slipped something on her finger. She looked down at the wedding ring she’d been wearing since returning for her father’s funeral. The prime minister would not let Marrok be king unless they were married, but at least he feared Marrok enough to accept the rings as proof.
They had not married and never would, though no one had to know that.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I keep forgetting.”
He rubbed her full belly. “How are the boys?”
“They might be girls.”
He shook his head. “I can tell. Two boys.”
She sighed happily. “I am going to have my hands full.”
“They can have a nurse. We’ll pick one soon.”
She turned in his arms and shook her head. “No. I will raise my children. This house has seen enough unwanted and unhappy heirs.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. “All right. You win.” He kissed her again. “As always.”
She smiled and led him out to the garden. “You do see it is always for the best, I hope.”
“You’ve been very persuasive.” He gazed up at the sky. “What will go in the great hall now?”
“Tapestries. With the war over, the villagers need work. I commissioned some.”
He rubbed her hand. “Can we go home soon?”
“You are the king. You may do as you like.”
“I want at least a week away from here.” He glanced at her stomach. “It’s not too near, I can tell, though I wouldn’t object to the babies being born back at my castle.”
“A week it is then.” She rubbed her belly. “Perhaps longer.”
The prime minister came scraping over to them. “Your majesties, perhaps we could look at the new budget again?”
“The queen approved it this morning,” Marrok said, locking his gaze on the man.
“Yes, your highness, but you… the king…” He bowed. “…did not.”
Marrok growled low in his throat. “Her word is as good, if not better, than mine.”
He bowed nearly to the ground. “Yes! Yes, yes, of course! Forgive me!” As soon as he straightened he was off like a shot from a brand new cannon.
“
Marrok….”
“You have to let me have some fun.”
“Isn’t this fun? Being lord and master here?”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “The cast off knight and the princess only good enough to trade for a bit of coin, rulers of all they survey in the land that didn’t want them?”
She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. His sense of humor still had dark tones, but it had lightened considerably in recent months. “Yes. Isn’t it marvelous?”
He pulled her into his arms as much as her growing belly would allow. “Oh yes.” He kissed her, and she didn’t care who might pass by. She felt safe and wanted and complete in the loving arms of her wicked wolf.
The End
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Other Books by Marie Medina:
Be My Bad Boy
Reaper’s Reward
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