by Parker Grey
I can’t think about anything else. The christening festivities for Stefan are still ongoing, and I’m still being called on to discuss delicate matters of politics, foreign affairs, or even whether Naralta’s military uniforms are a bit outdated or not.
I’m useless as a eunuch in a whorehouse at all that. All that’s on my mind is Aurora.
The fact that she said yes. The heat that was between her legs, the way she trembled in my arms. The feel of her lips under my fingers, how she’s the perfect combination of bold and innocent.
I’m going to teach her everything. Everything. I can tell that underneath her demure, proper, princess-like outer layer she’s going to turn out to be wild, utterly filthy, the kind of girl who’ll love everything I do to her and beg me for me.
The perfect girl, in other words.
But then I remember the catwalk nearly falling, Aurora almost tumbling to her certain death, and my stomach constricts, vision narrowing.
What if I hadn’t been able to grab her? What if I’d lost my grip and she’d fallen? She whispered something about the curse as I pulled her into my arms, and it opened up a black hole in the center of my chest.
Because there is a curse. I don’t think she takes it seriously — why would she? — but there are rumors that her parents did.
I’ve heard that after her crazy cousin Malvina stormed into Aurora’s christening and told everyone she’d die before she was twenty, her parents took her to another witch. A good witch, who claimed she couldn’t reverse it completely, but she could lessen its effects.
Instead of dying, now Aurora will just fall into a deep, deep sleep. Until awakened by true love’s kiss.
Total bullshit, obviously. Curses don’t exist, they can’t be mitigated, and that whole true love’s kiss thing is just fucking stupid. But today’s near-death incident was just enough to give me pause and make me nervous.
At last, the ceremonies and formalities are finished. I haven’t spoken with Aurora since we left the church — ever since Grayson found us together, he’s been hovering around her, giving me dirty looks.
Not that I can blame him. I probably wouldn’t want someone like me near my little sister, either. Especially not someone who’s planning the dirty, filthy things that I’ve got in store for her.
It’s not going to be once, obviously. I can already tell that we’re both going to want more, instantly. Girls always do, and even though I don’t, I’ve got a strong feeling that Aurora’s someone I won’t be able to get enough of.
Fuck, I already can’t get enough of her. I’ve kissed her once and it’s been all I’ve thought about for hours now.
Near the end of tonight’s banquet, between discussing Naralta’s Olympic ice dancing team with a Russian dignitary and trying to talk a very stupid socialite through what Parliament is, I manage to get a note to Aurora, right under her brother’s nose.
Then I watch as she opens it, across the room from me. She reads it, twice, turning faintly pink the second time through.
And then she looks up at me, her face half anxious and half excited, and my dick goes rock-hard instantly.
She folds it again, glancing at her brother, seated next to her. He’s deep in conversation with someone else, and she tucks it quietly into her bodice, where it’s pressed against her full, perfect breast.
Then she smiles at me. It’s perfectly demure, a princess-like smile and nothing more. One royal to another, but my cock throbs and twitches when she does, because I know it means yes.
Yes, I’ll meet you in the west tower, where the rooms we’re not using are.
The rest of the dinner is sheer torture, knowing what’s going to happen tonight. I try not to think about it too much, because my cock is making a bad habit of announcing itself at inopportune times, but I can’t help it.
Aurora, naked, spread below me on a bed. So wet for me it’s dripping onto the sheets below her.
I think about how I’ll make her come the first time. Maybe with my fingers, using my thumb to rub her clit while I slide a finger or two inside her, stroking that soft, sweet spot that makes women’s toes clench.
Maybe with my tongue, lapping up her sweet honey while she moans above me, clutching the sheets and breathing my name over and over.
Or with both, fucking her with my fingers while I lap at her clit relentlessly, driving her right up to the edge before stopping, then getting her to the brink again. Making sweet Aurora so desperate that she begs me to make her come.
Or... no.
I can’t fuck her. Not her first time. She’s a virgin who’s never orgasmed, and I’m enormous. No matter how good I know it’s going to feel, and no matter that before I’m through with her I’m going to take her in every hole, there’s no way I can fuck Aurora to her first orgasm.
It’s just ungentlemanly.
...Right?
Chapter Thirteen
Aurora
Standing in the winding stone stairwell, I read Declan’s note again.
A note. Like we’re courtly lovers or something, not an innocent virgin and the man who’s about to deflower her.
Or not. I’m honestly not even sure what’s going to happen, and I’m well aware that virgins can have plenty of orgasms without penetration. Besides, there’s no guarantee that Declan’s going to get the job done. God knows I’ve tried myself before, and that didn’t go anywhere.
I think back to the catwalk today, to his hand on my ass, the shiver it sent down my spine.
The way I felt like I was turning to liquid in his arms, molten fire dripping through me.
Yeah, I’ve got a feeling he’ll be able to make it work just fine.
The note reads:
Meet me in the bedroom in the west tower.
I want you naked.
My heart thumps in my chest as I climb the stairs, winding up the tower. No one has ever talked to me that way, not even close.
I want you naked.
And... for Declan, I want to obey. I want him to do unclothed things to me. I want to be naked on the bed, spread out for him.
For the entire banquet, all I could think about was his erection, pressing against me. I’ve never really fantasized like this before, but for some reason, imagining him fucking me makes me feel almost lightheaded, a throbbing ache in my core.
The second I read his note, it was all I could imagine — that monster, filling me up, penetrating me deeply.
I get to the top landing of the tower, take a deep breath. There’s nothing up here but a small wooden table with a plastic plant on it and a heavy wooden door, so I grab the door knob and push it open.
Inside is just a round, stone bedroom. We use it as a guest room, but it’s so out of the way and hard to get to that we only use it as a last resort — no one likes having to climb all these steps just to get to where they sleep. The curtains are open, moonlight streaming in, and from high above, I can see the forest stretching below us for miles.
I step to one of the windows and put my hands on the cool stone, wondering if what I’m doing is a good idea. I’m so nervous that my stomach feels like a tornado, twisting and spinning, my palms sweaty.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is insane, it’s crazy, if we get caught Grayson will kill us, and then my parents will kill us again...
There are footsteps outside the open door, and I whirl around, my breath caught in my throat.
“I thought I said I wanted you naked,” Declan says, his voice a low purr.
I don’t know what to say, but he’s sexy as hell standing there in just his button-down shirt and pants, tie partly undone, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He’s got one tattoo on his forearm, the royal crest of Floronia.
“That’s step one,” he says, walking forward. I’m frozen to this spot, and he walks forward until we’re inches apart, nearly touching. “You do as I say, and I’ll reward you.”
I steel myself, even though I’m practically trembling again.
“I needed someon
e to undo my zipper,” I whisper, reaching behind myself, even though it’s not true. “Can you help me?”
“Turn around,” he growls.
I do.
This is your last chance, I think wildly. You can change your mind, leave this bedroom, keep your family happy and your life scandal-free...
Cool air on my back, and my zipper’s undone. Declan’s hands slide inside my dress instantly, before the long, silver silk affair even falls off, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me against him.
“That’s better,” he growls into my ear.
I’ve still got on lace panties and a strapless bra, and without hesitating, he slides his hands up my body, over my bra-covered breasts, his fingertips whispering over my neck and through my hair.
Before I realize it, his hand has curled through my updo, pins falling to the floor, the rest a knot around his thick fingers as he pulls my head backward. I gasp, my body suddenly rigid.
“I thought all day about the best way to make you come for your first time,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And I decided that what I really wanted was for your very first orgasm to be with my cock buried inside you.”
A cold wave moves through my body, followed by a warm glow, because I have no idea what to say to that. I don’t think anyone’s ever said the word cock out loud to me before, and here’s Declan — my brother’s best friend — telling me what he’s going to do with his.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you?” he goes on, his lips making their way down my neck, to my shoulder.
His other hand palms one breast, then suddenly tugs at my strapless bra and in a flash, it’s around my waist, pink nipples puckering against the sudden coolness.
Declan pushes forward, his thick erection against my back, and he moves until the hard length is nestled between my buttocks, the thin layer of his pants doing nothing to hide it as he rolls one nipple between his fingers.
“Declan, I haven’t— I’ve never—” I manage to whisper.
“You’re a virgin, you’ve never had sex before, I know. You told me already,” he says, a smirk in his voice. “That doesn’t change what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
He lets my hair go, the other hand deftly undoing the hook on my bra. It falls from where it was stuck around my waist, and Declan finally pulls me from my puddled dress, and draws me close to him. He tilts my face up to his, the cloth of his suit rubbing against my sensitive skin, my already-hard nipples.
My eyes close as my chin goes up, his other hand pressing into my back, demanding even more from me.
There’s something intoxicating about this, something wildly vulnerable about being naked while he’s clothed.
Something irresistible about being told when and how I’m going to come. Being told what he’s going to do to me, even as every sinful word dripping from his lips makes my core burn hotter, throb harder.
“Aurora,” he murmurs, so quietly I can barely hear him over my pulse. “When we’re in this room, you’re mine, do you understand?”
I swallow hard, willing myself to answer.
“Your body is mine,” he goes on. “Your luscious lips, your sweet little tits, your pussy that’s practically dripping with anticipation.”
As he says it, he reaches his hand between my legs, and I shudder at the violent jolt that goes through me, a quiet moan escaping my lips.
“Your clit is mine,” he murmurs. “Every orgasm that shakes your body like an earthquake is mine.”
He rubs me through my panties again, my breath coming in uneven, ragged gasps.
“Your ass is mine,” he whispers into my ear, one finger delving into the secret space between my cheeks, still rubbing me through my panties.
My eyes fly open, and now I gasp. Declan just chuckles.
“That thought only makes you wetter, doesn’t it, Aurora?”
I close my eyes again.
No, I lie to myself. No, that sounds dirty and filthy and I would never dream...
I can’t even finish that sentence in my head. It does sound dirty and filthy, but when Declan whispers it like that, the thought makes my knees nearly buckle.
“Say it, Aurora. Say that when we’re in this room, you belong to me.”
“Declan,” I breathe, intensely aware of what I’m promising.
I’m telling him that he can do anything to me. I’m telling him that the hold me has on me is immense, unbreakable.
Even if it’s only in this room, I have a feeling I’ll be coming back here every night.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I belong to you,” I whisper.
Chapter Fourteen
Declan
When she says it, I belong to you, I get dizzy, almost lightheaded. Blood surges to my cock and I’m harder than I’ve ever been before, so hard I think I might break the zipper on my expensive suit.
Aurora does something to me. Deep down, I’ve always known it, but I’ve never been close to her like this before. I’ve never had her alone, naked, beautiful and vulnerable this way.
I crush my mouth against hers, claiming her, pulling her sweet, soft body against mine before I lift her off her feet and carry her the few last steps to the bed, because I can’t wait any longer.
She gasps again as I lay her down, the soft, delicate sound just making my cock twitch more. Every noise she makes, every look of surprise in her eyes just makes it worse.
Because she knows what I want from her, knows exactly what I’m going to do to her, and she said yes.
Because this sweet, innocent virgin wants the same dirty, filthy things that I want.
Her skin is nearly white in the pale glow of the moon coming in through the high windows. I kiss her neck again, desperately wanting to leave my mark there, fully claim her as mine, but I know Grayson would order his guards to kill me in my sleep.
I listen to her soft moans as my lips make their way down her collarbone, to one perfect, rosy nipple and then the other. I take one pebbled nub between my teeth, flicking my tongue over it, and listen to Aurora gasp, her breath coming faster and faster.
I can barely contain myself. More than anything what I want right now is to tear my clothes off and sink my thick cock into her tight, waiting hole, but I resist.
I resist for now, because tonight is about her. It’s about making her so wet and ready for me that she can’t stand it, making her want me so bad that she begs me to fuck her.
And then, I’ll finally claim her.
Aurora moans, her hands in my hair as I move my lips downward. She’s already rocking her hips, her whole body undulating with desire as I dip my tongue into her belly button, scrape my teeth along the soft flesh below it.
“Say it again,” I growl. “Say you belong to me.”
She swallows hard, her breath catching in her throat. I push both my hands up the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart, opening her to me.
“I belong to you,” she finally says, her voice soft and filled with desire.
Fuck, I love hearing her say that.
Her thong panties are soaked through with her juices, the white fabric dark. I can smell her arousal, potent enough to make my cock throb, and I run my fingers lightly over the wet fabric one last time, rewarded with a moan.
“Have you ever been this wet before?” I ask, tracing the shape of her lips through the thin fabric.
“No,” she whispers.
I push my fingers under the sides of her panties and start pulling them down, slowly. It’s a form of torture for her, and I know it.
“Have you ever wanted someone this badly before?” I go on.
Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted.
“No,” she whispers again.
I pull her panties down, whisking them off her legs and tossing them somewhere else in the room. Already I’ve got my lips to her inner thigh, biting and sucking as hard as I want. It’s not as if Grayson will see the marks I leave here.
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�Declan,” she breathes.
God, I like it when she says my name like that.
“Say it again.”
“Declan,” she moans, swallowing. “I like the way that feels.”
My cock throbs so hard I think it might fly off of my body for a moment, and I bite into the soft flesh of her thigh a little too hard, making Aurora whimper.
“Good,” I murmur. “I like the way it makes you say my name.”
Now I’m there, right at the spot where her thighs meet, her pink pussy practically dripping with anticipation for me.
Carefully, gently, forcing myself to hold back, I put my tongue between her lips and move it upward, as slowly as I can force myself, all the way to her clit.
Her body jolts when I reach it, and I’m so mesmerized I do it again, then again. Aurora moans softly, her fingers clenching in my hair as I circle my tongue around her sensitive nub.
I didn’t mean to eat her out first. For all that I desperately want to take Aurora, sink my myself deep inside her as she comes again and again, I’m not a monster. She’s a virgin, hardly even been touched, and I was going to start slow.
Tease her with my fingers, reveling in her wetness until she was close, then use my tongue. But I was too desperate to taste her, drink her honey, that the plan’s gone to shit.
Aurora moans again, her head thrashing from side to side, and I lick her faster and faster. It’s fucking addictive, the way her body moves, the way her delicate breasts heave, the way she whimpers like she’s losing control.
I can’t stop. I can only go faster, harder, greedily drinking her honey. I lick from her clit to her pussy, pushing my tongue inside until I reach the sweet spot there, the bundle of nerves that makes her arch her back and moan even louder.
But I don’t let her come. I could. I could have made this sweet princess come three times already, but I don’t, because I want Aurora’s first orgasm to be world-ending, earth-shattering.
And maybe I’m greedy, but I want to feel it from inside her.
