Perry and Her Princes (Kingdom of Veronia Book 1)

by Serena Akeroyd

  “Xavier,” she retorted huskily. “Come here.”

  “I-I… you should tell me to get out of here.”

  She shook her head. “Now, why would I do a silly thing like that?”

  Her free hand, she held out. Beckoning him closer with the siren’s call of her body.

  She’d never felt sexy before. But then, she’d never worn lingerie like this, or a dress that made her feel like Cinderella, or been at a party where a King and Queen were in attendance.

  It was a night for new experiences.

  And she wanted to experience Xavier.

  Everything he had to give.

  Even if, after the clock turned midnight, she suddenly regretted it, she decided she wouldn’t. That if regrets did come her way, she’d chide herself, because for one night in her life, Perry deserved to act her age.

  Not her bra size. Well, technically, her boobs were huge, but that was neither here nor there.

  He swallowed but took a step nearer.

  Another one.

  Another.

  Until finally, he was there. In front of her.

  She bit her lip, loving the heat he was throwing off. It fired her up, empowered her, and as he approached, she saw the thick bulge at his crotch and felt her mouth water in response.

  With a squeak of shock, she watched him bend down and lift her from the sofa. She hadn’t expected that, had expected him to sit beside her, but he didn’t.

  With her in his arms, carrying her like she weighed nothing, he headed for the bed.

  He was all heady man. Aroused lusts, and strong passions. He was breathing fast and hard, his nostrils flaring like a stallion in heat.

  God, the things he did to her insides.

  He pressed her to the bed, but before he could get up again, she quickly threaded her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

  The move had her loose skirt slithering down her thighs to accommodate him. And her body welcomed him eagerly.

  She clasped him to her tightly, loving the feel of him against her body and between her legs.

  A shiver rushed through her that made her back arc, pushing her breasts against him.

  The invitation was too much for him to ignore it seemed. He bowed his head and pressed kisses to the ripe swells, and with a shudder, she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him hostage.

  She had a Duke on her bed.

  A Duke kissing and caressing her breasts.

  This was more than Cinderella.

  She didn’t know what the hell it was, but she didn’t want it to stop.

  Another shudder rushed through her when he loosened one cup of her bra and tugged her breast out from inside the confines.

  When his lips pursed around the tip, pleasure soared through her in such a rush, she let out a whimper.

  The strength of that simple caress was too much for her to bear. She clenched her eyes shut, choosing to revel in the moment as he made her experience things she hadn’t experienced in too long.

  With a mewl, she lifted her head, urged his upright with the strength of her clasp in his hair and united their mouths.

  She arched her hips, rocking them against his cock. He was thick and full between her legs, and she loved the heavy presence of him. Her movements were almost frantic, and that was because, in essence, they were.

  She felt a desperate need unfurling inside her. One that threatened to overtake the very air she breathed if she didn’t feel him closer to her soon.

  Her hands released their clasp on his hair to tug at his jacket. Their lips tore at one another, seeking and discovering the other’s hidden secrets as they explored one another’s mouths.

  It was like something from a movie, and Perry knew that if she were to view this as an outsider, she’d never have believed it was her.

  Perry Taylor. Doing this. Doing a Duke.

  Shuddering, she bit at his bottom lip, tugging it away from his teeth as she jerked his jacket off his shoulders. She managed to get it halfway down his back before his position and damn good tailoring stopped her in her tracks. She let her nails dig into the thick corded muscles of his shoulders, and he grunted then reared off her.

  She cried out at his loss. The loss of heat and his weight was more than she could bear. Her lips parted—he couldn’t think to leave her, could he?

  Horror whipped through her as he stood there, breathing heavily, staring down at her with eyelids so thickly lidded he was peering at her through slits.

  Then, just when mortification began to stir, he dropped his jacket like it was burning oil touching his skin and began to unfasten the studs on his shirt.

  Slowly.

  In total control.

  Internally, she was a shivering wreck at the sight of that control because his eyes branded her in a way that made everything in her clench down with hunger. She watched as he unbuttoned the cufflinks on his cuffs, then shrugged out of his shirt. Next came his belt. Then, his fly.

  He didn’t grab his cock, didn’t pull it out, just freed himself and came over to her again.

  If his kiss had been enticing before, now it inspired a ravenous hunger in her. He forged their lips together with the same brand that had sealed her gaze to his form as he undressed. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. Just wanted him.

  It overtook her. Swelled inside her like nothing else had ever done. She needed him in her body.

  Nothing else made sense.

  Before she knew where she was at, he’d rolled them over so she was above him. The move liberated her from his weight, but he used the new position to grab at her dress, tug the bodice down, and slide his hands up her legs to hitch her skirt at her waist.

  She could only imagine how she looked, but damn it, she didn’t care.

  His hand settled on the curve of her ass, and he pulled at the fabric bisecting her cheeks.

  She’d never been more grateful that her best friend didn’t understand that it was icky for him to have bought her underwear. She’d thank him tomorrow for getting her a thong.

  Xavier slipped his hands under the fabric, then cupped her ass. His palms against her sensitive skin made her jittery. They were callused. Not the soft hands of a pampered aristocrat.

  This man worked for a living.

  She felt it. There was the proof, and it raked against her nerve endings like nothing else could.

  When a finger slid against her sex, she moaned into his mouth. When that finger pumped into her, stretching tissues that hadn’t been invaded in a hell of a long time, she clenched down around him and did the same with her eyes.

  Letting him take her mind off how small she was with the kiss that just about knocked her socks off, she threw herself into the passionate embrace and let him stretch her down there.

  He seemed to realize that was a necessity too because another finger joined the first. She was crazily wet, so that helped. But he scissored the digits inside her, stretching the small passage.

  Moaning into his mouth when he pulled out and used his slick fingers to caress her clit, she began to hump his hand. It was embarrassing, degrading, but it had been nearly six years since someone else’s fingers had touched her clit.

  Six. Years.

  Yeah, she’d hump him. Jesus, she deserved it!

  The orgasm, when it came, appeared out of the blue. A startled shriek escaped her because she’d never come that fast before and hadn’t expected it to blindside her.

  His slippery fingers caressed her clit with a practice that should have pissed her off, but she felt churlish being jealous because damn, that experience made her come like no other man had.

  It was fast and quick. Almost like a burst of adrenaline that had her soaring up to a level she’d never reached before. He kept her there, plateauing, by immediately sinking his fingers back inside her greedy pussy.

  The sounds of her juices were so embarrassingly loud, she pulled her mouth from his. “No. More. I need more.”

  His laugh was in his eyes
as he rolled them back over once more so she was on the bottom.

  The bed was so goddamn huge that even lying on it horizontally, they had a football pitch still to play with!

  She planted her arms on either side of her for balance and tried not to groan as his cock settled against her core, her juices staining the front of his pants.

  She reached between them, felt the tip of his cock as it had slipped under the waistband of his briefs, and cupped him.

  Jesus, he was thick. Long, but thick.

  She gulped at the notion of taking him and realized that his girth was the reason why he’d kept himself tucked in his pants.

  Yeah, she could imagine some girls could sob and run off at such thickness, and she would have been no different if the man hadn’t wreaked the impossible…

  An orgasm with his fingers?

  With just a kiss?

  He obviously had magical extremities, and if his cock was a magic wand too, she’d be churlish to throw this wizard out of her bed.

  With a shudder, she wrapped her fingers around him and used the pre-cum to comfortably jack him off. He shuddered in her hand, thrilling her.

  “In me,” she whispered. “Come in me.”

  “You’re too small,” he said with a grunt, then levered up on to his arm by planting his hand at the side of her head.

  She stared between their bodies and saw for herself just how thick he was.

  Blowing out a breath, she whispered, “I guess I’m just not going to be able to walk anywhere tomorrow.”

  A snort escaped him, and she grinned up at him. A mischievous glint in her eye.

  “Do you know it’s very uncomfortable to laugh with an erection?”

  Her mouth rounded. “It is?”

  “Yup.” He spoke with a casualness that flipped something inside her, and his hand came down to grab his shaft to, just as casually, jack himself off.

  Her eyes widened in response, and her gaze glued itself to his cock. He milked his dick of pre cum, and her mouth watered with the need to taste him.

  She’d never given a blowjob before.

  The idea that tonight she could, had her mouth watering harder.

  “Do you have a condom?” he asked, jolting her from her stupor.

  Blinking, she shook her head, disappointment whizzing through her at a rate that left her lightheaded.

  He grunted again, levered himself off the bed.

  Before she could even let out a cry of distress, she watched him take the two steps to the bedside table and began rummaging inside them.

  He let out a happy, “Aha,” and turned back to her with several foil packets in his hand.

  “They stock that stuff in the bedside cabinets?” she asked, mouth gaping.

  He laughed. “They stock everything for their guests. Just in case.”

  “Well, I’m very, very, very grateful for their overzealous hosting skills.”

  They being… hell, she couldn’t see Marianne popping out to the local drugstore for prophylactics.

  Couldn’t even imagine it was something the King and Queen had requested their staff do…

  Shoving off the thought because she was anal retentive enough to wonder just who she ought to be thankful to, she watched instead as he covered himself with the sheath.

  It didn’t contain the beast much.

  She bit her lip, hoping against hope that the condom-bringer of Veronia also provided ones that were lubed up.

  “It will fit,” he reassured her softly, with his other hand reaching up to cup her chin. When his thumb rubbed her cheek, she grabbed his wrist and held him captive.

  “I know.”

  Her simple retort had his lips twitching as he came down between her thighs once more.

  This time, however, his cock touched her clit. The slick tip rubbing over her. She cried out, the pleasure making her close her eyes as she processed it.

  She lifted a hand, pressed the base of her wrist to her forehead.

  “Jesus,” she whimpered as he carried on teasing her like that. Small thrusts of his hips that maintained the contact and had electrical sparks shooting along her nerve endings.

  She loosened up, her legs parting, her body opening to his confident touch.

  When the tip of his cock slipped down deeper, she felt it burrow into her warmth and knew that tensing up was the last thing she ought to do.

  He coated himself in her juices, and she opened her eyes and saw him sliding his hand around his cock, making the condom slick with more of her arousal.

  Hell, that sight alone was enough to blow her brains.

  The tip entered her once more, and she blew out a breath and forced herself to relax.

  This was kind of like being a virgin again, she realized as he edged his way in.

  She froze when the first inch popped inside her. But he took her mind off it by coming down to his elbow above her and pressing their lips together.

  She didn’t know how he could be so controlled when she felt the exact opposite. But he took her lips with all the fire she knew he was quelling down below. His tongue thrust into her in a way they both wanted his cock to be doing to her pussy. He tore the breath from her lungs, stole her energy with his hunger.

  Another inch slipped inside.

  As her hands came up to grip his hair once more, another two thrust in deeper.

  She clenched around him then forced herself to relax as she began to fight back, her tongue plunging its way into his mouth, parrying with him there.

  Another inch.

  Another.

  Then he was there.

  His pelvis brushing hers and her every part feeling splayed wide open now he was inside her.

  Impaled, kind of described it. Uncomfortable, another.

  He seemed to realize she wasn’t breathing and pulled his lips from hers.

  “Breathe, Perry,” he whispered, dotting kisses along her cheeks, moving down to nip at her earlobe before doing the exact thing she needed—kissing her neck.

  The minute he did that, she knew it was game over.

  A roar sounded in her head as all her delicate nerve endings in that most sensitive of her erogenous zones sent off flares of warning.

  She clenched around him again. Not out of panic, but in need.

  His tongue worked at her throat, massaging it and teasing her. She felt him nip and then suck, didn’t even care if he left a hickey.

  Her hands slipped down his spine, and this time, she dug her nails in hard as she flung her head back.

  “Move,” she gritted out, rocking her hips, loving the friction that came as a result.

  His thickness did something to her clit. Made it pop out of its hood? Hell, she didn’t know what it did, didn’t care, just knew that when she rocked her hips, it nudged her clit against his pelvis, which had more fireworks going off at the backs of her eyes.

  He made to pull out, but she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips. Burrowing her heels into his ass, she lifted her own and began to pump into him from below.

  She caught his gaze with hers when he peered down at her, but she was merciless as she fucked him.

  Her ass ached, her thighs too, but hell, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered as long as whatever was going on with her clit carried on.

  She felt the muscles in her face spasm, felt her nerve endings twitch in her eyes as orgasm approached.

  Just when she was on the brink of tumbling over, he bucked on her, pulled out to nearly all the way, then thrust in.

  The move, so unexpected, had her screaming.

  She couldn’t contain the shriek. Didn’t want to.

  He did it again.

  Three more times, and that was it. She was done.

  Her pussy clamped around his with a force that had his eyes widening, and with a low groan, he came too.

  Their mutual orgasm, with their gazes as tightly joined as their sexes, was the most intense thing she’d experienced in her thirty-three years.

  As he pumped
his seed into her, the condom getting in the damn way, she flared to life around him…

  And only when she could breathe again, when his cock softened inside her and he slumped on top of her, did she question what had just happened.

  Because Perry, in all her years, had never felt so alive as she did at that moment. And that was a feeling she didn’t want to lose. One she wanted to experience again, and again, and again.

  Chapter Five

  George opened his eyes the next morning with a groan.

  Too much champagne, he chided, but then simultaneously forgave himself.

  His first night on Veronian soil in years, the first time he’d seen Edward and Perry standing close to one another, the first time he’d revealed his big plan to his big brother…

  It had been a heady day.

  Today looked to be headier still. Where all his plans, all his dreams looked to be coming to fruition…

  “I think you’ve had too much to drink, Perry.”

  She squinted at him, somehow managing to look utterly adorable rather than pissed as a newt. “I’m not drunk,” she slurred. “I’m lubricated.”

  He snorted. “Lubricated?” Fuck, he’d like to lubricate her. He beat down the need surging through him. It was hard, but he managed to contain it. The last thing he needed was an erection in public.

  “Yes,” she hiccoughed. “I need to be too.”

  “Why?” he asked, cocking a brow at her. He rarely saw her drink this much, and if she did, it was usually when they stayed in. Never when they went out.

  She put a finger to her lips and blew out a breath.

  “A secret?” he asked, trying to figure out why she immediately cascaded into giggles at his question. Considering Perry didn’t have secrets, not from him anyway, he asked, “What kind of secret?”

  “A secret girl friends don’t tell boy friends.” She snorted out another giggle then slurped down tonight’s cocktail disaster of choice—a crème de menthe digestif into which she’d plunked an Alka seltzer to combat tomorrow’s headache. He loved her, but she had crappy taste when it came to anything remotely alcoholic.

  “Is it about sex?”

  Her eyes grew huge and she shushed him once more. “That’s a swear word.”

  “Since when?” he asked, amused.