The King's Secret Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 3)

by Alexis Angel

  I hear a loud crash nearby and he spins his head to look at the source. I cry out, but my voice is drowned out by a loud gunshot. The man jumps up and trips, his pants around his ankles.

  Loud boot stomps run toward us.

  Alex

  The wind whips around me harshly. I have only one thought on my mind as I speed across the roads on my roaring bike: Find Zeva. I zip up and down streets, heading toward the outskirts. Jason, Wade, and I are each scanning areas we’re most familiar with and moving outward. We’re doing brief scans inside the main city; we know full well the Iron Legion isn’t stupid enough to camp out on our main territory. We know it all too well. Still, you can never be too careful.

  I remember Jason met with one member out on the west side so I head in that direction. I scan the horizon constantly as I dodge around the occasional car. Honks and beeps from protesting drivers are entirely drowned out by my roaring engine. I grit my teeth and curse at the lack of success so far. I think back to the hospital and try to wrack my brain for any clues. Were there footsteps around her truck? No, fuck that, she didn’t even take her truck. She had one of our bikes, and there were no footsteps around it…it didn’t look like she had even made it that far. Unfamiliar bike tracks? Maybe, but it’s not like I know every bike in the city…

  Suddenly I hear the roar of a bike not my own. More importantly, not one I recognize as Jason's or Wade’s, and it’s unlikely for any Order members to be this far out of the main town right now. I zoom toward the source of the sound and see a woman with what looks like an Iron Legion jacket from a distance. I reach behind me and pull a chain out from the seat bag. Lowering my eyes I move quickly toward the other bike.

  As I pull toward the woman on the bike speeding away she glances back with a look of fear in her eyes. She glances down at the chain in my hand and tries to speed away. I follow her as close as I can manage, slowly gaining ground. Unfortunately for her, my bike is one of the most powerful around; a lot of personal time and effort has gone into this.

  She dodges back and forth between cars and around random turns trying to shake me, but it’s no use. I’m also a much better driver than her. I pull to her left and corner her back tire with my own. I swing the chain connecting with the back wheel and catch perfectly. I let go of the chain and it immediately tangles up within her bike and she goes sliding across the road.

  I pull up next to her wreckage and kick her bleeding form.

  “Where the fuck is Zeva?” I ask calmly, with a fire behind my voice.

  “The fuck is wrong with you, asshole?” she says, coughing.

  I kick her square in the ribs bringing more coughing from her.

  “Let me ask again. Where. Is. My. Girl?”

  She just looks up and spits at me. I reach into my pocket and pull out brass knuckles and slip my fingers in deftly.

  “Heh…I knew it was one of the big brass’s girls. Too bad she’s left with my partner huh? He gets hungry for girls if I leave him alone for too long.”

  I swing into her back, connecting with her kidney. I don’t need her face swelling up to where she can’t talk. She yells out in pain, but keeps the quiet smirk on her face. I swing into her knee next, the crunch of bone guaranteeing she won’t walk for some time. Another scream, and another smirk.

  My eyes grow cold. I stand up and walk over to her mangled mess of a bike and yank my chain out of the wheel. Surveying it, I confirm it'll still run for a little while, so I fasten the chain to the back and prop the bike up, revving up the engine and let it run and then prop it on a stand so the wheels spin freely. I bring the other end of the chain to her and begin to wrap it around her shoulders and neck, striking any part of her that tries to protest.

  “Last time,” I say, knowing she gets the message.

  “Holy fuck. Fine, you shit bag,” she says, fear growing in her eyes. “Warehouse. Edge of town. You’ll see my partner’s bike, now lemme go you fucking psycho!”

  I say nothing and walk over to my bike. I look down at her in pity as I rev my engine, and then give her bike a kick before zooming off on my own. All I hear as I turn away is her bike riding off in the opposite direction.

  I know the warehouse she’s talking about, so I head right there. Her info was right too; there’s another unfamiliar bike right outside. I ready my Desert Eagle and briefly survey the outside. Its punch has never let me down in a pinch situation. The outside seems clear, and there’s no signs of other bikes. Just to be safe I yank the brake cord on the one waiting outside before approaching the door.

  I hear a scream so I kick the door open with force and see Zeva on the ground with a man on top of her. I fire a shot straight into his arm and the force of the weapon sends him back from on top of her. I holster it and replace my brass knuckles; this is very, VERY personal. I make short, gritty work of the man in question with no words shared. The message between us was clear: he messed with the wrong people and he won’t do it again.

  I pull off Zeva’s restraints and hold her tight.

  “Are you okay?” I say as I embrace her.

  “Yeah…just a few scratches. Thanks, Alex. The rest are probably on their way, we should go,” she says.

  “Not likely they’ll be here for a while, at least, but yeah. Let’s head out. There’s a motel near enough but out of the way, let’s catch our breath there,” I say looking down at her. There’s barely an ounce of fear about her, even in a situation like this.

  Zeva … I’m impressed.

  Zeva

  "I can't thank you enough," I say, as I sit on the hotel bed next to Alex. "I'm not sure I would’ve made it out of that warehouse if it wasn't for you." I place my hand on Alex's thigh and give it a gentle squeeze to let him know just how much it all means to me. I want him to feel the seriousness of my words.

  He brings one strong hand to my cheek—the hands of a working man—calloused, strong, and at the same time comforting—and he strokes me in soft semi-circles. "You really think I would've sat back and let them keep you? Never. You're my girl. I couldn't stand another minute knowing you were in trouble."

  I reach up, and with my hands now in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable; it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. But not now. Now everything is different. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Alex presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me. I reach down and feel his length harden beneath me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.

  “Did you have plans for this?” I ask, squeezing his manhood with my hand and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.

  “I had some ideas,” he begins.

  “Well, I have some plans too,” I say, griping his neck to pull myself up.

  “Oh, yeah?” he smiles.

  “Yep,” I say, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.

  “What do you want, baby?” He’s whispering in that seductive tone that makes me melt inside, like a chocolate bar on a hot leather seat.

  “I want you to ravish me,” I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.

  “I want you… To fuck me…” I whisper and lock eyes with him to show him just how serious I am, the words tumbling out of my lips sweet and honeyed. I look at him as a grin forms on his mouth. We exchange knowing glances.

  Pressing his mouth against mine, Alex slides his hand down my stomach and under my skirt and thong, and starts rubbing my clit gently, preparing my body for impact. I sway my hips from side to side, and then try to thrust upward, desperate to feel his thick cock inside of me. Instead of surrendering to my wishes, he simply keeps rubbing my clit in an up and down repeating motion.

  “Fuck,” I purr, practically begging between gritted teeth, pulling back from Alex's kiss. I place one hand on his lower back and slide it down to his ass, grabbing on
e hard ass cheek; I let my other hand slide down his body until it meets his steel-hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I start to jerk him viciously, my hand going back-and-forth in an erratic rhythm.

  Stroking Alex, I let him keep rubbing my clit. Who knew that after such a rough day, we’d end up here, together, on this hotel bed? And, hell, the most surprising part isn’t that we’re having sex… No! It's the sheer weight of this newfound respect I have for this man that surprises me …and makes my breath hitch in my throat. The sex, as good as it is, is just the consummation of that.

  But even though I try to pull all that into pretty words, it’s almost impossible to describe how full my heart feels. It’s brimming with love and lust; and, for once in my life, I no longer feel like I’ve got dealt a bad hand. No, this time I scored a jackpot. I guess that, in a way, life kicked and punched me just to see if I deserved all this…I was kidnapped. My parents were killed and taken from me far too early. And now… Now here I am, with one of the most perfect men I have ever met sharing a bed with me, our bodies blending into a stream of transcendent pleasure. God, I’ve been waiting all my life for this, I truly have.

  His hands grip the curve of my ass roughly. "Tell me more," he growls, pulling my mind to the present. "I like it when you tell me what you want."

  “Yeah?” I whisper.

  “You said you want me to ravish you … and then what?” He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.

  “And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense,” I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen beneath his shirt, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.

  “Then I want you to stop.” I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.

  “Stop?” He asks in shock.

  “Yep,” I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.

  “And then what?” He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.

  “Then I want you to ravish me again,” I answer, and his hands drop to my ass, squeezing me again, but this time he lifts me up and sits me on his lap. I can feel his hardness beneath me. The fullness is so abrupt and the aggressiveness so unexpected that the wind catches in my throat.

  “And then?” He tilts his head, his hands still gripping my ass.

  “Stop.” I say, looking directly into his eyes. His hunger is growing as quickly as his erection, but he’s trying his best to stay in control.

  “And how long do you want to torture me with this magic between your legs?” he asks.

  “Until you can’t take it anymore… Until you can’t stop yourself, and you explode inside of me,” I press our lips together, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans on my tongue and this time I swallow his pleasure.

  With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he begins walking, and I pull away from our deep kiss, looking around in confusion. Alex is serious, his mouth clenched and his eyes focused as he walks around the hotel room.

  “Where are we going?” I scrunch my nose in confusion.

  “To fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” He asks while continuing to walk around the room.

  I do the only thing I can do, and I lean in to kiss him with every drop of passion in my body. After tonight, I have an even deeper respect and admiration for Alex. Watching him storm into that warehouse, shoot my captor in the arm, and rescue me makes a new cocktail of emotions swirl inside of me.

  After what feels like minutes he lowers me onto the king-sized bed; the sheets feel cool and soft. Looking down at me, I can tell he’s eager, hungry to begin, so I wrap my legs and arms tightly around him, silently assuring him I’m ready.

  I reach up and unbuckle Alex's leather belt, pulling it out from his pants; then, I use both my hands to pull on the rough denim, unbuttoning his jeans with one single motion. His cock pushes out against his boxer briefs, almost as if it could feel that it’s about to succumb to my body. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the bulging shape in his boxer briefs. I suck on it over the fabric for a long second and then, deep desire taking the steering wheel, I hook my fingers on the hem of his black boxer briefs and tug them down, his cock jumping out and slapping me across my fingers. I turn my hand, immediately grabbing his thick mast, and start to stroke him backhandedly.

  As I stroke Alex, his hands explore my body. He slides his hand under my skirt, his long fingers brushing against my inner thighs. The moment I feel his fingertips over the fabric of my thong, my skin prickles, and it’s almost as if all strength escapes my body. My knees buckle and my eyelids droop.

  With his cock in my hand, I start to stroke him slowly, relishing the way my small fingers struggle to hold his thick, 12 inches. I increase my pace, my fingers going from the tip to the base of his cock. It doesn’t take long for me to be stroking him at break neck speed, my hand flying back and forth in a blur.

  He groans and then reaches up and removes his shirt. With his body hovering over mine, I have a clear view of rippled abs and chest, and I want nothing more than to explore every ridge with my tongue. But he doesn't give me the chance. Instead, he begins removing my clothes.

  Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both of my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the bed. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…

  My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he continues undressing me with urgency.

  When Alex's hands start to undress me, I don’t resist. He slowly unzips the back of my skirt. I can almost hear the teeth of the zipper unlocking one by one, because his movements are so slow and methodical. He begins by slipping my skirt down and past my hips until it falls to the floor. He then removes my blouse. The cool air of the hotel room laps at my exposed skin and my skin prickles. Then, Alex reaches for my black lace bra, unhooking the back in one movement. The movement is quick, and once he removes the bra, my breasts spill out and my nipples instantly harden. I'm proud of my breasts. They're big but not too big, round, firm, and full. Clearly, Alex is fond of my breasts too because he leans into them with his mouth, carefully sucking each nipple and rolling them between his fingers until they’re taut and harder than I thought possible, aching to be touched more. He gives them an extra squeeze before sliding his hands down my sides, across my hips, and onto my inner thighs.

  I spread my legs wide, giving him access to me. My pussy is now aching for him to enter. I'm so wet that I can feel it between my thighs. He senses this, and without warning, he thrusts his cock into me, and pumps me so hard and fast, I shriek in delight and we share a flash of a smile together before he slides out of me and slams right back in. We each moan, our faces close and our eyes locked as he moves in a fast and rough style that couldn’t really be described as a rhythm, it’s a pounding.

  Doing just as I told him earlier, he drives into me with everything he’s got, his body hovered on the bed above me, and I squeeze him with my muscles while he fucks me so hard it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

  “This what you want?” He grunts, his words coordinating with his thrusts, as I bounce, my breasts squish against his chest. Every plunge is so hard, so animalistic, that my ass shakes violently when our bodies collide.

  This was supposed to be torture for him, but my body didn’t get the memo, because it’s climbing to its own release, and I have no plans of stopping myself. The waves build and I lift myself to meet him at the thrust, our bodies working against each other, making the vibrations even stronger.

  “Fuck!” He bites out, and I keep going, just as he does, each of us moaning and groaning a
s it gets better with every movement.

  My pussy is creaming, clenching and crying out for him, and my hand goes into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Lowering his face to my neck, he drives faster, his hips beginning to buck in the way they do when he focuses on his own pleasure, and it turns me on, my climax within strokes.

  “Alex! Yes, baby! Yes!” I scream, ready to fall over the edge.

  “This what you want?” he growls.

  “Yes! Fuck me, baby!” I yell back, my release within seconds.

  And then he slams into me, stilling as his nose presses into my neck. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when I realize he too was ready to explode, so according to my rules, he’s stopped himself. After a brief pause, I imagine him regaining his composure; he begins rocking slowly into me, my waves still present, but much less severe.

  “Yes, baby! Just like that,” I moan when he begins to speed up, his hands gripping my hair to pull my head back so he can look down at my face.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, so low I barely hear him, but I can’t focus on his romantic compliments right now, my orgasm is trying to run away and I want it. I need it. I’m a slave to that pleasure.

  “Fuck me, Alex!” I yell and without hesitation he slams into me, sliding out quickly only to re-submerge in my wetness.

  “Oh, fuck, baby!” He growls, one of his hands falls to my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. It’s so possessive, I just love whenever he grips me and focuses on his own desires when he’s inside of me.

  “Yes! Give it to me, baby!” I try to sound aggressive, but my emotions get the best of me, my voice cracking and trembling as the waves of my orgasm threaten to tear me apart.

  “It’s yours, Zeva! Fuck!” he growls, and my muscles tense, his words spurring me on.

  “Oh, baby!” I yell, and he pounds my tight pussy, hard and fast, again and again.