by Alexa Riley
When he went to his office after making love to me, like every morning, I pretended to fall back asleep. He slipped out and I did the same. I totally got busted. I give my main guard the stink eye as James carries me past him. He only smiles back at me. I really need to work on my sternness. Especially now that I’m about to have a little one.
“I was bored,” I try to defend myself.
“Oh, you’re bored, are you?” He smirks at me, and I know that look. “Well, I should entertain you then. Don’t want my princess to be bored.”
“A puzzle does sound fun.” I peek up at him through my eyelashes, pretending I don’t know what he’s hinting at. He grunts a response as he strolls through the castle. People don’t even turn to look as he carries me. It just the norm these days. More so since he found out I was pregnant. He barely lets me out of his sight, hence me faking sleep to sneak out to see the goats.
When we get to his office he shuts the door and clicks the lock into place. He sets me down on his desk and pulls my dress over my head, tossing it onto the floor, leaving me in only a pair of panties.
His hand goes to my belly as he drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach. “Did I not entertain you enough this morning?” He raises his eyebrows at me as he slides his hand down my torso, trailing his finger over my panties back and forth, catching my clit with each stroke.
“Maybe.” I wiggle to get my butt close to the edge of the desk, spreading my legs more.
“We can’t have that.” He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and pulls my panties to the side. I lean back, bracing my hand behind me and watching him as he takes a long lick of me.
We both moan at the same time. His tongue circles my clit, then he sucks it into his mouth. My hips start to come off the desk, but he grips them, holding me in place as he devours me. He doesn't tease me. He simply gives me what I want. He knows my body so well, he’s making me cum already.
I cry out his name as the orgasm rolls over me. Before it can even taper off he’s thrusting inside me. He pulls me to his mouth and kisses me while he fucks me.
He pulls back and looks down to watch his cock thrust in and out of me. “Your pussy can never get enough, can it? Always wanting more.”
“Yes,” I moan. I thought I was sex crazed once James introduced me to orgasms, but my desire has doubled since I got pregnant. I don’t know how his cock can keep up with me sometimes, but it does. He’s always ready to take me anywhere anytime, sometimes even in the middle of the night. My sex dreams have been crazy. I’m always climbing on top of James when I wake during the night. It’s no wonder I got pregnant so fast. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. I’m still shocked James has time to run a country, but somehow he manages.
“Still bored?” he asks me, his eyes locking back with mine. I can’t answer him as another orgasm is close to exploding through me. He stops moving and I cry out.
“No, I’m not bored!” This time it’s me who growls.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he responds as he starts moving again. It only takes a few thrusts and I’m cumming. I try to scream his name, but his hand covers my mouth like it always does when we’re in his office. My possessive, jealous husband doesn’t want anyone else to hear my pleasure.
“Princess,” he moans as I feel his release deep inside of me. I fall back onto the desk out of breath. James stands over me, looking down at me like he just conquered the world.
His hands roam my body. He leans down and kisses my belly before his cock slips free of me. I let out a small moan at the loss. He helps me sit back up, picking up my dress off the floor and putting it back over me. I drop my head onto his chest, watching as he fixes his pants.
He kisses the top of my head. “Let me feed you and put you down for a nap.”
“Mmkay,” is the only response I can muster. My second favorite thing to do now is eat, and James always makes sure I have plenty of food. I think he thinks I’m eating for five. I sometimes think that, too, with how hungry I can get. I’m chalking it up to the fact my son is going to be as big as his dad and needs lots of food.
I lift my head to look up at James. He’s smiling down on me. God, this man really has given me the world. Every day of my life feels better than the last. I always think it can’t get any better, but James proves me wrong.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“Love you, too, princess,” he says before kissing me again. I have a feeling we won’t be getting something to eat for at least another hour.
Epilogue
James
Seven years later…
I keep my eyes on my computer pretending I don’t see my wife and three sons sneaking into my office, Nerf guns in hand, all dressed in camouflage gear. The boys all got them for Christmas and have been obsessed with them. It wasn't a few weeks later that my wife had one.
They’re always having Nerf battles now. The castle really is a good place for it. Lots of room to run around. Even my own guards randomly show up with Nerf guns and join in. I reach under my desk, grabbing the Nerf gun I have stored there. I have to fight a laugh when I see my wife trying to stay low, but her newly formed baby bump doesn’t help her out in the least.
Our sons are army crawling on their bellies. I notice that even their faces are painted. When my wife turns a little, I see two black lines painted under her eyes as well. This has to be one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. But this isn't surprising. Our boys are rough and tumble, and their mom is supermom and gets down and dirty with them.
Kate was made to be a mom. From the moment she found out she was having our first child she glowed and loved every second of it. I was just happy I was finally able to get her pregnant with a girl. I promised her this time it would be a girl. I know I can’t control everything, but I got on my knees and prayed it would happen for her. If it hadn't I would have kept putting babies inside of her until it did happen.
But it did. Not only one baby girl but two. She cried for an hour when they told her she was having twin girls. I didn't know someone could cry happy tears like that, but she had. I was just thankful that I had three boys to keep an eye on my girls. They were already protective of their mom, so I knew they’d likely take it to a whole new level when it came to the girls.
When the boys pop up, Nerf bullets start flying and I get nailed a few times. My wife tries to hop up but isn’t very quick. I pull out my own nerf gun, watching the boys’ eyes go wide at the sight of mine. It carries over two hundred Nerf bullets, top of the line shit. They scream and take off running, but I manage to nail them a few times.
My wife screams, but I’m on her before she can get to the door. I turn her, pinning her to it. “You being a bad girl?” I ask her.
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Whose team are you on?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She narrows her eyes at me. I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her long and deep as I pull the Nerf gun from out of her hand.
“Cheater,” she says against my mouth.
I chuckle. “Be a good girl and I’ll give it back.” I challenge.
“Fine, I’ll be on your team.” She fakes a pout that I know is trying to hide her smile. I give her back her Nerf gun.
“I want that one.” She eyes mine. I throw back my head and laugh, handing it over. Still always giving her whatever she wants. Some things never change. She beams up at me.
“No running,” I tell her.
“Fine.” She stomps one of her feet, looking even more adorable.
“Let’s go get our boys,” I say, giving her another kiss before pulling opening my office door, knowing I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.
THE END!
HIS PRINCESS
by
Alexa Riley
Alena is a princess, and with that comes responsibility. Like marrying the giant caveman King Roman, who looks more like a warrior than a ruler. Everything about him is intense. Especially the way he looks at her. But she's been promised to him, and
there's no way out.
Roman took one look and made up his mind. Princess Alena will be his and no one will stop him from taking her. Everything about her belongs to him now, and waiting one week for a wedding isn't going to happen.
This beast of a man might just claim his princess before she has a chance to say "I do."
Warning: Oh, this is good. It's so, so good. Trust us.
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Chapter 1
Alena
“Is that him?” Tabby asks as she comes up behind me to get a better look. Her long dark hair tumbles onto my shoulder as she peers at my laptop screen. It’s as if she’s never seen the man in question. Everyone knows who King Roman is. Well, if you’re royalty you do. Right now, there’s not a royal alive who doesn’t know who he is, because he’s decided to take a wife. A wife of his choosing, and I’ve been chosen.
It’s the fate of someone with my bloodline. I don’t get a choice on who I get to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors, and papers were signed. I’m officially the promised bride to the King, and that’s that.
I look at my future husband, and there’s no missing that Roman is a born leader. It radiates off him in commanding waves. I can even feel it through my computer screen. Though I’m not sure if he should be sitting on a throne or leading an army of men into battle. From the look on his face, you would think he was a warrior.
He’s nothing but lines and fierce angles. The man is well over six feet tall and then some. In his pictures he even towers over some of his own security. His hair is dark as night and comes to his collar, but it does little to hide his eyes, which are just as black. He’s not lean either. He’s thick and broad like a rugby player, and I can see why the public has nicknamed him The Wall. He radiates strength and power, and my hand is shaky as I click the next image.
“Tabby. I can’t marry him,” I plead with my sister.
I don’t even know how I was chosen over her. Tabby is the one men flock to. Her beauty lights up a room. I look nothing like my family.
Somehow I ended up barely over five foot with blonde hair, blue eyes, and the fairest skin. My sister, on the other hand, like the rest of my family, is almost six foot and has long black hair, deep green eyes and skin that looks like the sun kisses it every day.
I stand out in a way I don’t like. I’ve felt like I don’t belong since birth, but Tabby would never make me feel that way.
She wraps her arms around me from behind, both of us still staring at the screen. “I tried,” she says, making me gasp. I turn around and look at her.
Tabby is dreading getting married, probably because my parents have been talking about her marriage since she could walk. The worst part is, she doesn’t even want to marry royalty. In fact, she despises the idea. If it was up to her she’d have a little cottage with twenty kids and a brute of a husband. Yes, a brute. One too many romance novels and now Tabby is in love with cavemen. “I knew you wouldn’t want this.” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Al.”
“I can’t believe you’d do that for me.”
“You know I’d do anything for you. I’m your big sister. It’s my job.” She pulls on a strand of my hair. “I was hoping that maybe if he had agreed to marry me instead, I could bring you with me. But to be honest, I don’t even think they asked him.” She walks over to my bed and plops down on it. “He wants you.”
“Maybe. Maybe I can ask to take you with me,” I try. If I get married to this man and have to leave home, it wouldn’t be so bad if I had Tabby with me. Because when I talk about home, I don’t mean the one my parents made for us. I mean Tabby is my home. The thought of us being apart is something I don’t want to face.
“Yeah, right.”
I knew that wouldn’t be possible before the words left my mouth. Tabby is my parents’ golden ticket. She’s had so many offers of marriage we’ve lost count. But my parents turned them all down. Never rich enough, never had enough status or power. Tabby is twenty-four and still unmarried. That isn’t normal. I’m barely marrying age. I thought I had more time and even thought maybe I would never be asked. I’d hoped that I could just go wherever Tabby went.
But to my—and my parents’—shock, I was chosen. And by someone with a lot of power and money.
I turn back to my laptop, forcing myself to look at my future. Not only is Roman intimidating, the word is he rules with an iron fist. I click through pictures of him and never once do I encounter one where he’s smiling. His face is always straight and stoic, even in the pictures of him as a little boy with his mother and father.
I don’t know how long I scroll through the pictures when Tabby interrupts me. “Who’s that?” she asks, and I jump. I didn’t even feel her come up behind me.
“Princess Kaul,” I say, glancing down at the print under the picture. “Looks like they are on a date at some ball. She’s pretty,” I mutter, feeling a pang of jealousy that my husband—future husband, I correct—was out with another woman not even a month ago.
“Meh,” my sister says dismissively. “Who knows if she’s really pretty once you wipe all that shit off her face.”
I giggle.
“Why didn’t he just marry her?”
“Maybe he got all that make-up off and ran for the hills. Maybe she’s annoying. Maybe she chews with her mouth open. Who knows.”
“But he’s going to marry me without even meeting me. What if I do all that stuff? I can do all that stuff.” I turn in my chair. “Layer my face up, stuff my mouth with food so he can see every chomp. And we both know my laugh is the worst.”
“It is pretty bad,” Tabby agrees, grinning.
It’s not that it sounds funny, it’s just kinda loud. Really loud. Maybe a little infectious, too, because a few times I’ve started laughing, then Tabby and I are laughing about my laugh, and this will go on for five minutes. It drives my parents nuts, which is an added bonus.
Tabby’s eyes light up at a thought. “He’s coming for dinner.”
My shoulders drop. I don’t know why she’s excited about that.
“Maybe you can make a fool of yourself. Make him realize that you aren’t the one he wants!” Tabby jumps up, and I can see this plan is already in motion.
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