Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

Bracing herself with both hands on his thighs behind her, Katelin closed her eyes and concentrated on the amazing feelings coursing through her body. She’d never been as turned on as she was right this moment, but knew it was because of the man under her. She wouldn’t be this way with anyone else. It was all Cale.

  When she rose up, Cale added a second finger to her sheath and she gasped at the full feeling. Between her own excitement and Cale’s earlier orgasm, she was more than lubricated, and felt no pain as she bobbed up and down on his hand. She moved faster. His thumb never left her clit, strumming and flicking as she moved on him. His fingers slid easily in and out of her body as she fucked him.

  Katelin’s eyes popped open as she felt the orgasm begin to consume her. “Cale!” she cried out as her legs began to twitch.

  He moved then, pulling his fingers out of her and physically pushing her both up and back, then slamming her down onto his cock as she came. Him filling her slick channel as she exploded only served to make her orgasm more intense. She hunched over him as he thumbed her clit once more, not letting her come down.

  “Oh God,” she cried as the pleasure coursed through her body.

  Cale’s muscles under her hands tensed and her knees left the mattress for a moment as he pressed his hips upward with one mighty thrust.

  “Fuck yeah,” he bit out. “Squeeze my cock, princess. Drain me dry. That’s it. Fuck, that’s so damn sexy.”

  When she went to lie down on Cale’s chest, he stopped her. “Look.”

  Knowing what he meant, Katelin looked down to where they were joined. All she could see were her folds spread open around the root of his cock. She brought her eyes up to his face. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured and tugged her down on top of him with a hand, still wet with her juices, at her lower back. He caressed her and she stilled after getting comfortable.

  He was still inside her, but this time she didn’t complain. She sighed big and felt the skin under her cheek pebble with goose bumps. Exhaustion claimed her and she closed her eyes. The last thing she felt was a blanket being pulled up over her back. She snuggled into Cale’s chest and slept.

  Chapter Six

  Cale lay awake under Katelin, his mind wandering. One hand caressed her from nape to ass, then back up. Her slow, even breathing was warm against his chest and her deadweight against him felt comforting rather than stifling.

  He could count on one hand the number of times he’d spent the night with a woman. It wasn’t something he’d wanted or needed…until Katelin. Cale needed her. He knew he’d acted over-the-top bossy and protective when he finally had her naked in his arms, but finding out she’d not only been hurt when he was supposed to be keeping her safe, but that she seemed to want him just as much as he wanted her was too much for his alpha tendencies to handle.

  She didn’t seem to mind though, and for that Cale was relieved. He was stuck in his ways. Used to getting what he wanted. And he wanted Katelin, no doubt about it. Thinking about how cute she was, trying to pretend she didn’t know who he was, only made him care about her all the more. Most women he came into contact with immediately gushed over him, making it obvious they only wanted him for his royal title.

  Not Katelin. He realized she knew more about who he was as a person than most of his friends. His charity work, his reluctance to have anything to do with the royal crown, his devotion to his twin.

  Cale spared a quick thought for Cain. He wondered if he was having as much luck with Shayla as he’d had with Katelin. The thought of finding his princess, but Cain not having the same luck, was depressing.

  They’d spent many a night at The Bar talking about the women, who paid more attention to whatever was on their cell phones than what was going on around them. They’d analyzed how they should approach them, how long they’d wait to make love to them, and when they’d ask them to move in.

  All those plans were shot to hell when they’d come across them being assaulted. Fast forward a few hours and Cale was doing his best to impregnate Katelin so she’d never leave him.

  He mentally kicked himself for waiting so long to go after what he wanted. He could’ve had Katelin in his bed months ago. She’d be weeks along in her first pregnancy if he hadn’t waited.

  Cale shook his head. No, he had her now. It was good enough.

  Remembering what she’d been through earlier that evening, Cale slowly pushed the cover down her back so he could see her hips. He grunted in satisfaction when he didn’t see any bruising. The asshole might’ve ripped her panties off of her, but as she said, they must’ve been cheap enough to break easily.

  When Katelin shivered, he quickly pulled the cover back over her and picked his head up so he could look at the cut on her back. It looked nasty, but clean. Cale didn’t think it needed any further doctoring, like stitches, but he’d get her a round of antibiotics to be on the safe side.

  Dropping his head on his pillow, he craned his neck so he could see Katelin’s face. It was relaxed in sleep and her long eyelashes brushed against the bags under her eyes. She worked too hard, obviously. If it was up to him, he’d make her quit tomorrow, but even he knew he needed to tread more carefully than that. If she wanted to be a mom, he needed to make that possible…then he could try to convince her to quit to take care of herself and her unborn baby.

  Smiling at the thought, Cale felt his cock hardening. God, all it took was one thought of Katelin being pregnant with his child and he sprang a woody. He’d slipped out of her earlier, much to his disappointment, but he hadn’t moved her off of him. His erection grew to the point where it was painful but as much as he wanted to be inside his princess, even he wasn’t a big enough prick to shove himself inside her when she was asleep.

  So he shifted her higher up on his chest and reached a hand down between her legs. Cale buried his head in Katelin’s hair and began to stroke himself. At first he concentrated at the tip, making sure to brush his fingers over the sensitive underside with each stroke. The temperature under the comforter increased, but he didn’t pull the cover off. He couldn’t see what he was doing but he could imagine what it looked like, his cock so close to Katelin’s soaked pussy.

  He spread his legs and reached his other hand down to pull and caress his balls. He was essentially embracing Katelin how, his biceps and forearms holding her safe and secure to his chest as he pleasured himself. He tried to keep himself still as his orgasm raced to the surface, but wasn’t surprised he’d failed when he felt Katelin stir above him.

  He didn’t stop what he was doing, the pleasure too intense to halt his actions now.

  “Hey,” Katelin murmured as she shifted against him.

  The feel of her nipples against his chest only made Cale groan with the unconscious sensuality of her movements.

  “Are you okay? What are you…oh.”

  He opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered. “You were so beautiful lying there. You smell like me, like my soap, like sex. It was inevitable.”

  Instead of freaking out, or offering to help, or a million other things, Katelin’s body relaxed on his again but she propped her chin on her hand on his chest and smiled. “Carry on, then. Don’t mind me.”

  “Fuck,” Cale groaned.

  Then Katelin leaned up and blew into his ear. Goose bumps shot down his arms and he even felt them pop up on his legs. When she took his earlobe into her mouth and sucked, Cale lost it. His hips thrust up, his hand moved up and down his cock with lightning speed, and his other hand gripped his balls tightly.

  When Katelin’s teeth bit down gently on his lobe, he exploded. He held his cock tightly as the come boiled up from his balls and shot out the tip of his cock. Cale had the presence of mine to aim toward Katelin’s pussy, spread open in just the right spot.

  She jerked as he continued to spurt on her. Katelin picked up her head and looked him in the eyes as he finally came down from the intense orgasm she’d helped produce.

  “That felt really weird,” she i
nformed him with a small smile.

  “Did it?”

  She nodded. “But not bad weird. Just weird.”

  Dropping his cock, Cale moved his hand between her legs. He cupped her folds and massaged her. He gently pressed two fingers, now covered with his seed, into her sheath. He held her to him like that, his fingers resting inside her, his orgasm splattered all over her inner thighs, pussy, and his stomach.

  Her head dropped back down to press her cheek against his chest.

  “Go back to sleep, princess.”

  “Mmmmm. Okay,” she agreed easily.

  And this time when she slept, Cale did too. They were sweaty, covered in come, and he hadn’t been more comfortable in all his life.

  ***

  Katelin woke up sweating. She’d never been so hot in all her life. She went to toss off the covers, only to find them pinned to her by a large, heavily tattooed arm. Picking up her head, Katelin saw that she was lying next to Cale. She’d been using his shoulder as a pillow. He had one arm around her waist, holding the comforter down, but while she was sweltering under the covering, his body was mostly outside the confines of the cover.

  She took the time, while he was asleep, to admire him.

  Cale’s feet were large, no surprise there. He had a light smattering of dark hair on his legs, and his thighs looked like they could easily hold her for as long as he wanted.

  Her eyes trailed up to the juncture of his legs. His cock lay flaccid against his belly. Katelin’s eyes widened. She knew he was big, but hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to really notice. But the size of him when he wasn’t hard was almost unbelievable. No wonder he felt so good inside her.

  Blushing, but determined to continue her perusal of his body, she let her eyes wander up his rock-hard belly to his chest. It was almost difficult to know where to look first. The designs ranged from a series of words to a dragon to what she knew to be Sistonia’s royal crest. Her fingers itched to trace each tattoo, but she knew that would wake him up for sure.

  The arm she could see was flung off the side of the bed, and while she couldn’t see all the tattoos on it, what she could see was beautiful. He had a full sleeve, and Katelin thought it was a crime that so few people had ever seen all of the intricate artwork. Rarely was it captured on camera. In nearly every picture, he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt.

  She shivered. The juxtaposition of his bad-boy tattoos with his good-guy businessman persona was intriguing and hot as hell.

  What was the saying? A man wanted a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom? Yeah, totally fit. She wanted the straight-laced, respected businessman the world saw, but the possessive, bossy alpha in the bedroom was all hers.

  Her gaze wandered up to the vulnerable skin at his neck and to his face. Katelin bit her lip and squeezed her legs together at what she saw. Amidst the scratchy five o’clock shadow on his chin and cheeks were smears of white. She remembered the way he’d nuzzled between her legs earlier, how he’d reveled in her obvious desire for his touch. He still wore the evidence of his enthusiasm and her excitement on his face.

  “If you fuck me with your eyes any harder, you’re gonna be sore in the morning.”

  Katelin’s eyes jerked up to his. He lay completely still, his lips quirking up into a grin as he watched her.

  “I wasn’t…er…damn.”

  He chuckled.

  “I was hot. You’re like an oven. I woke up sweating. It’s not fair ’cause you were able to add your own air conditioning.” She motioned to his uncovered body with her chin. “I got distracted…your tattoos are beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Will you tell me about them?”

  “Yes. Of course. I want you to know everything there is to know about me. But later. I think I want your hands…and mouth…on me first.”

  Katelin didn’t have time to react before the comforter was jerked off her body and Cale had lain back with his arms behind his head. He lay next to her completely unconcerned that he was naked as the day he was born.

  But why shouldn’t he be? He was beautiful. A perfect specimen of a man…and all hers.

  Some of what she was thinking must’ve shown in her eyes, because Cale lifted a hand and cupped her behind the neck, bringing her down close to his face.

  “You like what you see, princess?”

  She nodded quickly and licked her lips in anticipation of his kiss.

  Instead, he let go and resumed his laid-back position. “Good. Because it’s all yours.”

  “All mine, huh?” Katelin asked, grinning.

  He shrugged. “It’s only fair, since your delectable little pussy is all mine.”

  Without thought, Katelin’s hands hovered over his chest. She stopped herself at the last minute and, leaving her hands in midair, asked, “May I?”

  In response, Cale shifted and engulfed her hands with his own, bringing them down so she was touching him. “You never have to ask permission, princess. I want your hands on me. Always. In private here in our bedroom, in the kitchen when my brother’s around, when we go to fancy parties and the paparazzi is all around us. I will always welcome your touch.”

  Sighing in relief, Katelin nodded. She hadn’t even known she was worried about touching him in public, but obviously she had been. She hadn’t seen many photos in magazines when he was with women. In fact, none where a woman was actually on his arm…touching him. Cale giving her permission for public displays of affection only made him burrow into her heart more firmly.

  She ran her hands over his chest, feeling nothing but muscle. She continued running her hands over him, learning the contours and dips and valleys of his body. She learned that when she lightly brushed her fingers over his sides, he was ticklish, but when she touched him harder, he wasn’t. She learned that when she licked his inner wrist, he would groan, and when she licked and pinched his nipple, it was just as pleasurable for him as it’d been for her.

  When she reached for his now hard cock, he stopped her with a hand on her wrist. His grip was tight, but not bruising in the least. Not even close. She appreciated that he knew exactly how much pressure he could exert and not hurt her.

  “I’m not sure how long I can last if you touch me.”

  Katelin pouted. “But I haven’t gotten my turn.”

  His eyes sparkled. “You want to suck my cock, princess?”

  That wasn’t what she meant, but the mere thought of him giving that control to her made her want it. Bad. She nodded, her mouth dry.

  He stared at her for a long moment before letting go of her wrist. “Don’t make me come,” he ordered. “You can suck on me, but my come belongs in your pussy…at least until you’re pregnant.”

  His words made her pussy spasm. It really was wrong that it turned her on so much when he said things like that. She’d been honest with him when she’d told him that she wasn’t on any kind of birth control, but she also knew that it was the wrong time of the month for her to get pregnant. Besides, he was a prince for God’s sake. She was an ex-foster kid who had no idea who her birth parents were. There was no way, when he came to his senses, that he’d want to be tied to her for life.

  But for just a moment, she imagined what her life with Cale would be like. As he’d said in the shower, he’d stand by her side. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again. He’d fight for her, literally, as he’d shown the day before. She could imagine a baby Cale…with his hair and her nose.

  Shaking off the image, she merely nodded and scooted down until she was kneeling between his legs. They hadn’t talked about their sexual histories, but Katelin wasn’t exactly a professional at this. She’d had sex before, obviously bad sex, if Cale was anything to compare her previous lovers to, but she’d never been a fan of taking a man’s dick into her mouth. It just seemed so…unsanitary.

  But now that she was up close and personal with Cale’s, she couldn’t wait. She wanted to know what he tasted like. What his come tasted like. What their combined juices tasted like
. She fisted her hand and gently eased it up and down his length, smiling when he jerked in her grasp.

  “Harder, princess. I won’t break.”

  She followed his instructions and gripped him harder as she stroked up and down. A drop of precome beaded at the tip and she made sure to run her hand over it when she reached the top. Smearing his excitement over his length made him more slippery and easier for her hand to move.

  Smiling, Katelin scooted closer to him and hunched over.

  “Touch yourself,” Cale ordered in a low, husky tone. “Get your fingers good and wet. Then jack me off with them.”

  Liking the thought of that, Katelin didn’t hesitate. She shifted until she was grasping his length with her left hand and reached between her legs with her right. She was wet. Soaking. Had been since she’d woken up and realized where she was and what had happened earlier.

  “You wet, princess?” Cale asked in that same husky voice. “You thinking about how good I feel inside you? Because I sure as hell am. It feels like you’re going to strangle the fuck out of my cock when I get in there. So hot and wet, I’ve never felt anything like it and I’ll never want anything else. That’s my pussy. Only mine, and the same goes for that dick in your hand. It’s yours. You want it? Anytime, anyplace, you just let me know and I’ll take care of you. All you gotta do is ask.”

  Katelin groaned and leaned down and licked the precome off of the tip of his dick. She looked up at him as she swirled his taste around in her mouth. She bit her lip as she continued to caress him with her left hand.

  “Well?” he asked.

  Wanting to reassure him because he looked nervous, Katelin quickly said, “It’s different. I think I need more to come to a conclusion.”

  “Fuck me. She’s got my dick in her hand and she’s teasing me,” Cale mock-complained. “How ’bout you bring your other hand up here and then see what you think.

  As ordered, and there was no doubt it was an order, Katelin brought her right hand up, which was covered in the copious juices leaking out of her pussy, and smoothed it up and down Cale’s rock-hard dick.