Her eyes get shiny and she scoots up so our lips are only inches away from each other. Our breaths mingle and I inch myself down, pressing my lips against hers. A fire starts blazing inside me as her tongue and mine collide at once, touching, writing, moving together like a dance.
She moans into my mouth.
I move to flip her over and she says, “Don’t do too much work.”
“I’m healed, princess.” I lean over, flipping her so she’s underneath me and press my crotch against hers so she’ll feel how badly I want her.
“I’ll never take you on the roof again, in complete anger and rage, princess. I promise you.” I press my forehead against hers and she sighs happily.
“Thank you.” She’s quiet for a moment as her face heats up. She softly says, “It’s okay if you’re rough, though. I know that roughness is all you and I want you to be yourself in every way.”
She’s one of the very few people that’s only expected that of me. Never to be Heath. Only me.
We both shed our clothes and I grind my hips down against her, moving my cock against her folds.
I can feel her wetness coating me. She gasps low in her throat. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”
“More than sure,” I say as I start to push inside her. When I’m fully in to the hilt, I stare into her eyes and move my hands down to her hips. “I love you, Wil.”
A tear slips from her eye as I pull back and thrust back in. She moans and I lay on top, pressing my body flush to hers as I move my hips back, rocking forward. Her gentle arms wrap around my shoulders as she moans into my ears.
It feels so fucking good. I know this is where I belong. Right here, in her arms forever, balls deep inside her. Wilhelmera Karden is the other half of my soul and I’ll never let her go.
Mera
Callan fucks me so hard, I can’t see past the pleasure he bestows upon me. I’ve already orgasmed three times, and he’s still going, pushing inside me like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him.
Finally, I feel him slow down. He grunts, “I can’t put it off any longer.” With a groan, he closes his eyes and pushes all the way inside me, and I feel him twitch. The small warmth I feel makes me glow with happiness.
He’s still hard inside me, as his fingers move down and slide toward my clit. “Callan,” I gasp. He pulls out, flipping me over onto my stomach, grabs my hair and yanks me back, impaling me with his still hard cock.
I cry out at the suddenness of it and he holds my hair as he fucks me from behind, causing a whole new orgasm to wash over me. “You orgasm again princess? I felt you tighten around my cock. Let’s go for number five tonight.”
Every thrust sends electric waves to my toes. I don’t know if I can last another round. But if we’re going to, I want to feel him come inside me one more time. I meet every thrust, pushing my hips back to meet his.
“Think we should stay locked in my house all of spring break? I’ll tell the guys to fuck off and I’m busy feeding my princess’s pussy.”
My cheeks heat up at the thought of Callan and I fucking like bunnies for a whole week with no interruptions. I’d feel sore, but it’d feel oh so good.
“What about my friends?” I moan out.
“Tell them you’re too busy getting railed to care about anything else. We’ll let them listen as you cry out and beg me to fuck you harder, then they’ll definitely understand.” He pulls me back by my hair so my back is flush against his chest. “How does that sound?”
His hands go to my breasts as he twists both nipples at once, thrusting into me. “We can’t…do that,” I respond panting.
The last time we were in this position, we were on the rooftop. “Fine. We’ll go ahead with our plans, but no matter where we are, I plan on fucking you just like this,” he whispers in my ear, pulling my hips down to meet his cock. That fifth wave washes over me, so quickly and so powerfully, I can’t do anything but shudder and cry out his name.
With a low groan in his throat, he pumps his hips and I feel him spurt inside me for the second time. “Fuck, Wil.” He kisses my neck, in a few places and his lips on my skin make me feel so sensitive, I quake. “Don’t do that. I might fuck you again.”
Suddenly, I hear the sound of my phone ringing. It feels wrong to feel him slide out of me, but he does, and I move over to my night stand and grab my phone. It’s my dad. It’s too early in the morning for him to be calling unless something happened.
“Dad?” I ask, answering the phone.
On the other end, he’s quiet for a moment. “Can you come home, honey?”
At the serious tone in his voice, my heart drops. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“We’ll talk when you get here. The plane should be there in about three hours.” He hangs up the phone right after, and my head spins.
My stomach twists and Callan moves up behind me, “What’s wrong princess?”
“I have to go home. The plane is on the way.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Shakily, I move off the bed and head to the bathroom. I hold my head in my hands and sigh. I fucking hate when people do this shit. Now I have to stay worried the whole plane ride and poor Callan has to deal with me.
After I get out of the bathroom and wash my hands, I get right in the shower. I hear the sound of the shower door opening and glance behind me. Callan holds up his hands. “No funny business. We get to waste less water and I get to stare at your body while you wash, that’s it.”
Even with the anxiety I feel, he makes heat rise to my cheeks as we wash our bodies together. He keeps to his word, and when I get out, I’m surprised to find our bags by the door, ready.
“I work fast,” he says with a smirk.
We get a car to pick us up and take us to the airport, and not too long after, we’re in the plane on the way to Kardenia. I fall asleep, off and on, thankful when sleep overtakes me so I don’t have to worry about what I’m walking into.
By the time the plane lands, I’ve thought of every scenario. Our country is bankrupt. They’ve decided to disown me. Our cousins are taking over as monarchs. They’re not letting me go back to college after spring break. Any of those are preferable over the one that really hurts my heart.
That my sister’s mystery boyfriend did something to her. You hear about it so often. She might be a princess, but she’s still vulnerable to that kind of thing.
Maybe my sister will be the first to greet me and put that worry to rest.
By the time we touch down, it’s 9 PM at home. We get in a waiting car that takes us to the castle. I hold Callan’s hand, seeking comfort and preparing myself.
We enter through the gates and go up the long driveway. When we stop in front of the steps, I spot Angelina who immediately runs down to grab my bags. “Welcome back, princess.”
I smile to be friendly and then a thought occurs to me. “Hey Angelina, do you know why I’m back?”
Servants often hear a lot of things. Even things you don’t want them to hear. The castle is huge and things can echo easily.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “No.”
She definitely knows something.
Callan grabs his own bags, walking up the steps behind Angelina and I. As we walk in the grand doors she points forward, “Your parents are having a late dinner for you two. They’re waiting in the dining room.”
She glances at Callan. “You can set your bags here, I’ll have someone bring them to a guest room for you.” She moves her gaze toward me. “And of course these will go in your room, princess.” She curtsies and runs off.
I bite my lip, staring into the hallway that leads to the dining room.
“I’m right here, princess,” Callan murmurs to me, clutching my hand and squeezing it.
I breathe slowly, and start the walk to the dining room. As I’m almost there, I hear the clinking of glasses and silverware along with the smell of good food.
My stomach grumbles in respons
e. I was too hungry to eat before the airport and too hungry to eat on the flight so I’m starving. But my stomach is going to have to wait.
I turn into the room first, under the bright lights of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. My mother and father are at each end of the table.
Neither of them look sick. Thank God for that. I can rule that out. But they don’t exactly look well rested. Both of them have dark bags underneath their eyes and they look gaunter than they did when I came home for Christmas. I glance at the table, noting that there are only two chairs besides the ones they’re sitting in and they’re across from each other.
I take the one furthest from the door while Callan bows to both of them and sits in the other.
“Why don’t you make your plate, dear?” Father asks, gesturing to the food.
“Yes, there’s a good spread,” Mother adds.
“No,” I say quietly. “I need to know exactly why you asked me to come back home before I take one bite, and believe me, I’m starving.”
The allure of the smell of the fresh food makes me snappier and less patient than I’m trying to be.
Mother and Father stare at each other across the table, exchanging a few looks.
“Someone fucking say something!” I blurt.
“Language, Mera!” Mother exclaims.
“I’m sorry, but after sitting on a twelve hour flight, no, after getting a call fifteen hours ago telling me I need to come home and knowing that there’s something wrong without even having a hint of what it is, has made my imagination go wild. So just, tell me.”
“It’s hard to say,” Mother says in a small voice.
Father sighs. “Mera…”
I glance at Callan across the table and his brows are furrowed as he worriedly stares at me.
“Your sister is missing,” they both say at once.
No.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew this had to do with her. I just didn’t want it to be true.
“When was the last time you spoke to Cate?”
They look at each other. “Please, don’t misunderstand. We love your sister, but she’s also a princess of a country. If other people were to hear that she’s missing…” Mom starts.
“We don’t need to look weak, like we can’t keep watch over our girls. Any person might try to travel the world trying to find her and use her to extort us for money,” Father says.
My blood pounds in my brain and a massive headache is starting to form as I gasp, “When?”
They look sorrowfully at me.
“When?” I scream.
“The last day of August,” Mother says, tearfully.
Seven whole months. My sister has been missing for seven whole months.
“So you lied on Christmas, about her spending it with some guy?”
“It was the only thing we could come up with,” Mother says, wiping her nose in a tissue.
Callan clears his throat, speaking for the first time as he asks, “Did you say, August 31?”
Something about that day sounds super familiar, and that’s when it hits me. “That was the last day I spoke to her. I spoke to her that night.”
“We saw her that morning when she left for the university. She never came back that night,” Father says slowly.
“After a week we knew something was wrong. She’s gone off and done her own thing a few times, but she’s always contacted us. We were still hoping she was just busy at school with her schoolwork. Then, we discovered something,” Mother adds.
“What? Discovered what?” I yell, desperate to get something, anything that’ll let me know they’re close to finding her.
“She took the plane. The last call she made was to you, and it was off the cell tower near SGU. It was around 2:15 AM on September 2.”
“No way. I don’t remember getting a missed call,” I say, dread filling me.
I glance down at my phone but the farthest it goes back is Christmas. Fuck, why did I delete everything?
“Can you think of any reason why your sister would go to your college?” Father asks, folding his hands together.
My heart drops as I remember our last conversation. I told her I was being bullied. Did she actually come to comfort me? Or maybe to teach Callan a lesson?
“I told her I was suffering and I think…she wanted to help me feel better. She didn’t tell me she was coming. I wouldn’t have gotten drunk that night if I knew.” I put my head in my hands. “It’s my fault. If she still hasn’t been found, something bad had to have happened to her.”
“None of her cards have been touched, no social media. We talked to her friends and her professors. No one has heard from her. They’re all staying quiet for now, but we can’t keep this quiet forever,” Father says regretfully.
“We wanted you to come so we could tell you,” Mother says slowly. “If your sister isn’t found by the time you graduate, we’re going to need you to step up.”
I sit up straight, hands falling to the table. “Step up? As in, the crown? Becoming queen?”
She nods slowly. “You’ll be the crown princess and you’ll have to start studying to take it over and–”
“No,” I murmur. “No,” I repeat more firmly. “That’s not me. That’s Cate. She was trained since she was young for that spot. I don’t know anything about that, Mother. I’m just the party girl.”
She smiles sadly. “There’ll be no one else but you, honey. Let’s hope something turns around, hm?”
I shove my chair away from the table and run out of the room, up the grand staircase, down the halls, until I reach my room, and slam the door.
“Cate,” I cry. My heart hurts so fucking bad.
I throw myself on the bed and sob into my pillow. A few minutes later, I feel a warm hand against my back. “They’ll find her, Wil. She might’ve gotten tired of her life here and needed a break.”
“No.” I lift my head out of the pillow to look at Callan. “She would never shirk her responsibilities like that. That’s me.”
He rubs my back in circular motions.
“Plus,” I say quietly. “We both know that when someone goes missing at Goldsworthy University, it isn't good. You had the same faith about Heath, remember?”
His hand freezes in place and falls away.
“But Heath wasn’t a fucking prince. He was just a regular guy.”
I scoot over to allow him to lie with me. He moves a stray piece of hair out of my face.
“No matter what the future holds for you, Wil. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.” He pulls me into his arms, letting me cry into his chest.
“We’ll find her,” he murmurs against my hair.
I know he wants me to believe it, but that sinking feeling in my stomach tells me otherwise. The first big party night of the year was wild. People on campus partied until late into the night. Anything could’ve happened.
But I know somehow, I’ll get through it. Even if she’s never found. We’ll both get through all of this. Together.
“I love you, Wilhelmera Karden of Kardenia” I hear him whisper as I start to drift off.
I whisper back, “I love you too, Callan Goldsworthy” and let myself drift away.
Epilogue
Mera
Two Years and 9 Months Later
It’s warm and there’s something hard against my ass. “Mm, Callan, we leave early in the morning.”
He moves an arm around my body. “I told you I wanted to make love to you tonight, Miss Advisor.” He calls me it every chance he gets since Collette gave me the final open position.
Things between her and I are a far cry from how they used to be.
His hand slips down beneath my panties until he reaches my clit and starts rubbing.
“Callan, we’re leaving in six hours for the airport. We need to get some rest.”
He bites my earlobe. “Let’s rest on the plane instead, princess.”
“No, listen. It’s been stressful. I want to be able to talk
to everyone before we get there. I’m so nervous about all of this.”
He pulls his hand out and kisses my neck. “I know. Everything is going to be fine.”
They’re finally going to announce my sister is missing to the public. There are only six months left until graduation and after that, I’ll be ushered back home and officially made crown princess.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, knowing that I’m taking the place of someone who deserved it far more than I did.
I miss my sister everyday. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone for so long. There’s been no trace, no sign of her anywhere. It’s like she never came on campus.
I’m not alone in my grief though. Callan thinks about Heath all the time. I still remember like it was yesterday, meeting him next to the administration building’s parking lot.
“Hey, can you do something for me? I think I left my phone in the bathroom. Can you go and get it for me?”
I turn back to him. “Sure?” I move out from underneath his warmth and the covers and walk to the bathroom. His phone, sure enough, is sitting on the counter.
“Why would you leave it here?” I ask, looking at it curiously.
I turn around and walk back into the bedroom and stop in shock when I see Callan on one knee and a huge rock in a black box angled out toward me.
“Wilhelmera Karden, Pinkie, you drive me absolutely nuts sometimes–”
I cover my mouth as I start to tear up.
“But I could never imagine myself living this life without you. Will you stay by my side forever with this ring on your finger?”
I’m so happy I could burst. “Are you okay with being king of a country?” I ask with a laugh.
He smirks. “I think I’d be a great king, with the help of a wonderful queen. One who I would bow to any day.”
I walk toward him and put my hand out, biting my lip. “Then, yes.”
He slides the ring up my finger, standing up and grabbing me in his arms. He lifts me up in the air and lets me down slowly, our lips coming together in a deep toe-curling kiss.
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