The Princesses (Princess Series Book 5)

by Alexa Riley

  “Carlos, oh God.”

  I don’t say anything or demand her body to do something for me. She’ll cum when she wants, and I’ll be here to bask in the pleasure of it.

  Her whole body tightens, and then she screams as she climaxes. I kiss the insides of her thighs softly as she rides the wave of pleasure. Once she’s panting and her legs fall completely open, I know she’s sated. But instead of moving away, I lie there, with my head on her thigh, petting her cunt.

  “Are you going to stay there all day?” Heavenly asks, looking down at me.

  I smile and kiss the top of her pussy. “Yes.”

  And I do. I lie there and eat her pussy into orgasm four more times until she begs me to stop. It’s on the last one that I realize she’s taken off her top and bra, leaving her almost naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist. Her hair’s a mess against the blanket, and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. And even though I’ve taken my nice fill of her sweetness, I still want to lick every inch of her body and taste all those places, too.

  Her eyes are closed as I stand from the bed and stare down at her. She must have passed out after the last one, so I reach over and pull the other side of the blanket on top of her to make sure she’s covered.

  I stand there for who knows how long, just looking at her in my bed. The sight of it eases something inside me, and I don’t want to go. But I must. If I stand here much longer I’ll move back between her silky thighs and never leave.

  Instead, I walk over to the desk in the corner of the room and write her a note. I leave it on the bed beside her and kiss her cheek before I force myself to walk away.

  I close the door behind me and go to the room across the hall. It’s dark and empty, and immediately I miss the smell of Heavenly. I lie back on the bed and ignore the throbbing ache of my cock. I’ve been pretending it isn’t there for hours, so this is really no different.

  I could take myself in my hand and give him some kind of release, but I’d rather save it for our wedding night. It will be my first time, too, and I want it to be special. Maybe that sounds weak for a king to admit, but Heavenly is my Achilles heel.

  I refuse to sneak into another room and take care of myself like I’m ashamed of what we did. Or more specifically, what I did to her. Loving her body is an honor, and I intend to share all of me with her. And if I can’t have pleasure in a room with her, then I won’t have any at all.

  Rolling over, I close my eyes and think of my princess. Soon she’ll be my queen, and all that I’ve ever wanted will finally be in my grasp.

  7

  Heavenly

  My eyes slowly flutter open, and before I’m fully awake, I know where I am. The smell of Carlos invades my lungs, and I roll over to find his side of the bed empty. Slowly the day before drifts through my mind. I close my eyes and replay parts in my head. The things he said to me, the things he did to my body. Last night wasn’t one of the nights I’d snuck into his bedroom. This time I’d been brought here and made to stay. I smile, thinking about him telling me he loves me. That I was his. It’s a dream that’s become real as the morning light shines.

  Warmth floods me, and I want to go find him now. He’s being silly by not sleeping with me. We’ve slept in the same bed hundreds of times. Maybe he’s right though. If he’d been in this bed this morning, I could have been on top of him before he woke up. Something about being near him makes me want to be as close to him as possible, and when we did share the same bed, I’d always find him in my sleep. Apparently, my body against his was something he didn’t know how to control. The thought makes me have dirty fantasies.

  I slip from the bed, removing the skirt that I’ll probably never be able to wear again. But I’ll have to keep it because it reminds me of what it all started yesterday. Tossing it onto the bed, I pick up Carlos’s dress shirt from the floor. I button it most of the way up before I walk out of his room in search of him.

  Most people stay out of his wing of the castle. It’s how no one ever caught me sneaking in and out late at night. I check in the office he has on this floor, then a few other rooms. I wonder if he already went to his main office, but for some reason I don’t like the idea of him having left me here alone. I don’t want to think about him going back to work after what happened between us yesterday. I know he’s a king, but I think we have other things to handle right now.

  He always puts me first, and that’s something I need to remind myself of. I walk back towards his room and stop, seeing a door to the left. It’s one that’s always locked, and for a second I just stare at it. For years I’ve tried to get into that room and I’ve always failed. I reach for the handle and turn, and this time the door opens. I want to squeal as I push the door gently, but I stop myself when I see my king lying on a bed in the middle of the room.

  I quietly sneak in and shut the door behind me. Silently I tiptoe over to him and watch him for a moment. I never thought the day would come when he would be all mine. But the silly part of it all was he was always mine. How did I not see it? He was so different with me than anyone else. It was right there in front of my face, but for some reason I couldn’t believe it.

  He shifts a little, and I hear him softly moan my name. Oh my God, he’s dreaming about me. My body starts to heat, and I want the same things he did to me last night all over again, but first I want to give it back to him. He gave me so much pleasure that I passed out last night. I didn’t even get the chance to see to him, and I’m guessing if he was awake he wouldn’t have let me. He would have said something about waiting for our wedding night.

  I smile. Yeah, Carlos knows what kind of girl I am, and him telling me I have to wait won’t work. Maybe that’s why he hid his feelings from me for so long. I smile as I think about it, because that’s likely one hundred percent right. I would have been trying things like this long ago if I’d known. That would have gotten us in a whole lot of trouble, I’m sure.

  My eyes travel down his body, admiring his broad chest, down the trail of hair that leads to what I can tell is a very hard cock. Slowly I slip onto the bed, trying not to wake him. I lightly grab the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, revealing his cock to me. I don’t have the opportunity to admire it because I know my time is limited. I grab him in a firm hold and take him right into my mouth, like all the books I’ve read over the years have described.

  “Heavenly.” My name comes from Carlos’s mouth in a strangled moan, and I slide farther down onto him. I feel his hand go to my hair, taking it in a tight fist. I suck harder, scared he is going to pull me off, but he only holds on to me. “Oh God… You don’t…understand…I can’t last.”

  He growls, but I keep moving, sliding up and down on him. His cock fills my mouth, and his other hand slides up the shirt I have on. I open my legs a little more for him, and he goes straight for my clit, making me moan around his thick shaft.

  “I’m going to cum,” he grunts, and I sink all the way down on him, feeling my own orgasm as close as his.

  I’m getting turned on by the sounds he’s making, and it’s pushing me to the edge. I can tell he’s losing any control he may have had. I swallow when I reach the base of his cock, and salty-sweet warmth hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down and moan out my own climax around him. My orgasm rips through me, and my legs feel weak.

  I don’t know how, but when I open my eyes I’m lying on top of Carlos with his arms wrapped around me.

  “Heavenly,” he mumbles as he places kisses on my face. I look at him through heavy lids and smile.

  “I got into your little secret room,” I tease, and feel his body tense up under me. I narrow my eyes on him. Then suddenly I catch something out of the corner of my eye. “What the heck?”

  I sit up, quickly looking around. Then I jump from the bed.

  “It’s not what you think.”

  There isn’t much in the room. Only a bed with a few chairs, but up against one wall is a table with ten screens over it. I walk over to t
hem, and my eyes go from monitor to monitor.

  “Okay, maybe it is what you think,” Carlos says.

  I glance over my shoulder to see him getting up from the bed. He runs a hand across his face, then through his dark hair.

  “I started sleeping in here after I told you that you couldn’t sleep with me anymore,” he admits.

  “Is that when you did this?” I ask, pointing to the images.

  He shakes his head, and I swear I see him blush. “I did that years and years ago,” he admits a little sheepishly.

  I look back at the monitors that are showing my house. They don’t just cover the outside of my home, but the orchard, too. The place I used to lie for hours and sometimes read. A few more cameras are spread out inside my house, too, it appears. One points down the hall at the door that goes to my bedroom, another in the kitchen, and one even in the little office I often use.

  “You watch me.” It isn’t a question. It’s there on the wall to see. “And then when I didn’t come to your bed anymore, you slept in here to try to be close to me.”

  I turn around to look at him, and he nods.

  “So you’re a bit of a stalker.” I put my hand on my hips, trying to pretend I’m mad.

  His eyes narrow on me. “I can’t stalk something that belongs to me.”

  He issues his own challenge back at me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I don’t care that Carlos watched me. In fact, I like it. I probably like it way more than I should. It feels dirty and sweet, and I know it goes against what he thinks is right, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to me, it seems.

  “Well, let’s just see how good you are at it,” I say, and I take off for the door.

  I hear him mutter a curse, and he jumps back towards the bed to grab his pants. I slam the door closed behind me, taking off down the hallway.

  “Heavenly!” I hear bellowed as the door I shut comes open, but I keep running. I can’t help the burst of laughter that erupts from me as I turn the corner and run right into Romy. I almost fall on my ass, but he catches me before it happens.

  “Heavenly!” I hear Carlos shout again, and Romy’s eyebrows rise. A smile spreads on his face, and he knows something is going on.

  “Only you can get him worked up like that,” he says, shaking his head.

  Before I can retort, I’m being pulling from Romy’s hold, and Carlos punches Romy right in the jaw. I scream as Romy staggers back, grabbing his jaw.

  “Jesus, bro. Your right hook has gotten even better since we were kids.”

  Carlos lunges for him again, but I jump after him, grabbing his arm and making him stop. I shift my body in front of him, trying to make sure he doesn’t go for his brother again.

  “She’s mine,” he snaps at Romy, looking at his brother over the top of my head. I see that my suggestion of marrying Romy is going to have some lingering jealousy issues.

  I glance over at Romy, who is smiling but rubbing his jaw.

  “Of course she is. Everyone around here has known that for years.”

  At Romy’s words, Carlos glances down at me. I’m beaming up at him and can’t stop smiling. Not even when I’m a little annoyed at him. Life is just too wonderful right now not to smile.

  “Are you going to stop hitting people?” I ask, rubbing his chest.

  “Not if I think they are trying to keep you from me.”

  I roll my eyes but keep on smiling. I’m not shocked Carlos punched Romy, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen the brothers come to blows. But it’s been years. Not since Carlos took the crown.

  Carlos’s eyes roam over me. “Fucking Christ. You’re naked.”

  I glance down at myself, and I’m definitely not naked.

  “And I’m out. I don’t need a busted face. I’ve got a date tonight,” I hear Romy say. “See you later, sis.” That makes me smile even more. I really am about to become a member of this family. “Or should I say ‘queen’?”

  Romy doesn’t wait for a response as he strolls down the hallway, leaving us alone.

  “You don’t have underwear on under there,” Carlos snarls.

  “Well that’s your fault. You ruined them,” I say tartly. His only response is to throw me over his shoulder and storm back to his room.

  8

  Carlos

  “Don’t you dare open that door,” Heavenly calls out, and I smile.

  “I just want you to come to the door. I swear I’m not going to see you.”

  There are people waiting on us, but they can wait. It’s our wedding day, and I need just one more second with my soon-to-be queen.

  It’s been two days of planning for the wedding, and we haven’t had much time alone. My mother has been buzzing around the castle and I’ve never seen anyone happier. Well, except for maybe Heavenly.

  The only time I’ve seen her unhappy is at night when I won’t sleep in the bed with her. But I usually eat her sweet little pussy until she passes out, and that seems to stop the complaints.

  Thank God today is our wedding day, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Being able to touch her and kiss her when I want is a new experience for the both of us. We can’t seem to stay more than a few inches apart, and I’m okay with that.

  A man can only take so much, and I’m doing all I can to restrain myself. When I hear her come closer, I crack the door just a little.

  “Carlos!”

  “Calm down. Give me your hand.”

  I watch, and after a hesitant second, I see her delicate fingers come through the door. Her nails are painted a pale pink, and it’s a beautiful contrast against her soft skin. I take her hand in mine, and for a moment we just stand there, holding hands.

  “I love you, Heavenly. I’ve loved you since I was too young to know what that meant, but I always felt it. I can’t wait to marry you and make you my queen.”

  I bring her delicate hand to my mouth and kiss each one of her fingers before turning it over and kissing her palm. I close her hand around the kiss and let go. Once she pulls her hand back inside, I close the door and smile, feeling a million times better having touched her.

  “You’re going to make me mess up my makeup!” she sasses from inside the room. I laugh and I hear her sniff. “I love you, too, Carlos.”

  “I’ll be waiting for you, my love.”

  “You better be there,” she says, and this time I can hear the smile in her words.

  “Forever,” I say, and make my way to the aisle.

  9

  Heavenly

  I sit on Carlos’s lap as everyone enjoys the party. I lean back, resting against him in an effort to ease the ache in my feet from dancing. After my last dance - with Romy, and it only lasted thirty seconds - I’ve been in Carlos’s lap and he won’t let me go.

  The ceremony went perfectly, and I cried through most of it. I couldn’t help myself. Everything I always wanted was happening, and not only that, when I looked out into the congregation and saw my brother and his wife and Carlos’s family, I knew that we were all a family now. It was perfect.

  Carlos’s mom reaches over and grabs my hand. “I knew this day would come.”

  I narrow my eyes at her, “You mean Carlos’s wedding?”

  “Yes,” she says, and I grit my teeth a little. She sees it and laughs. “His wedding to you.”

  “That why you were always trying to set him up?” I retort. I love her, but that crap still bugs me.

  “I never tried to set him up. I just liked poking and telling him I was trying to so that he would finally come out and say what we all knew was happening.”

  Carlo’s simply shakes his head at his mother’s confession. “I mean, really you, too.” She reaches out and cups my face with one hand. “You’ve been my daughter from the moment I met you. I saw my all-too-serious-all-the-time Carlos finally soften for the first time since his father passed. I knew then what you were. You were a light that lit this family back up. I knew you’d be the daughter I always w
anted, the woman who gives me lots of grandbabies to chase after.”

  My eyes well with tears for the millionth time today. “Maybe one day you’ll even call me mom.”

  I lean up a little, kissing her on her cheek. “I love you, Mom,” I tell her, and watch her eyes water.

  Carlos squeezes me a little tighter before his mom shocks us both. “Well, aren’t you going to get to work on those grandbabies or what?” My face flushes, and she winks at us before she gets up. “I can handle the party if you want to go,” she tells us as she departs.

  “I might die of embarrassment,” I whisper to my king. “She knows we’re going to have sex.”

  “Everyone in this room knows we are going to have sex, my queen,” he says, and my face reddens even more.

  “You’re not helping.” I turn a little to look up at him. He’s looking down on me with a smile so big it takes my breath away for a moment. I lean up, and he brings his mouth down to mine, kissing me hard, and I can feel all the need he’s been holding back all day. He’s wanted to leave the reception since we got here.

  “I’m ready if you are,” I tell him. He lets go of my waist for a second so I can stand. I look out into the room and see my brother spinning Giselle on the dance floor, both of them looking so happy.

  “I should say goodbye to my brother. Maybe you should say sorry, as well, for punching him,” I tease, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.

  “He would have done the same.” I look back at my brother and know that to be true. He’d do anything for his wife.

  Our eyes meet, and he gives me a wink and Carlos a nod. “Besides, he already threatened to kill me if I ever make you cry again, so I think we’re square.”

  “I’ll kill you if you ever make me cry again.”

  “Yes, that’s pretty much how he said it.”