Poppy (A Force Of Nature Fairytale Book 1)

by MA Horst

  Father passed away the same year I was born. It’s only been Mother and I living in the house on the border of the city. I’ve always been the sweet and innocent girl, always doing what was expected of me, but Storm is making me feel like a passionate woman. Can this really be love at first sight?

  I rest my hands on his chest again, loving the feel of his brute strength. His masculinity makes me feel quite feminine and small, and it’s absolutely wonderful.

  My body tingles with eagerness, and a craving for more of him. Butterflies are fluttering crazily in my tummy and an ache is spreading from my abdomen to my core. An ache I instinctively know he can satisfy.

  He lowers his head and then I feel his hot breath on my neck. He starts to nip and suck at my sensitive skin as his hands travel from my hips to my breasts.

  As his hands cover my breasts, squeezing them together, his mouth finds my cleavage. My nipples become hard and he bites at the left one right through the fabric of my dress.

  My whole body floods with warmth. Shamelessly, I start to rub my core against the rough material of his pants. Some of the dress is in the way and we both reach for the skirt at the same time. I grab fistfuls of it and pull it away until my dress is up to my hips, and my legs and panties are exposed to him.

  My face flushes with coyness at the bold move on my part. His hands move to my hips, pushing me to the side and then back until I’m lying on the couch with him towering over me.

  His hands go to my panties and my eyes widen as he yanks them down my legs. I can’t see what he does with them. He leans over me and places a kiss to my thigh, which makes me feel a little mortified that his face is so close to my lady parts.

  “Say you’re mine, Poppy Flower. Please save me from this mundane existence I have been forced to live without you in my life, and tell me that you’re mine.” His grey eyes are sharp, filled with hunger for me.

  “I’m yours,” I whisper the words he so desperately wants to hear. “I might not have done something like this before, but I know that I need you,” I dare to admit my true desire to him.

  He takes hold of my bodice and pulls it down until my breasts are exposed to him. His head lowers until his mouth is hot on my right nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

  My head falls back as a carnal bliss starts to pulse through me. He sucks and bites both my nipples into tight peaks, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his hands and mouth on me. It feels like I’m burning up with desire for this man, and it’s the kind of craving only he can satisfy.

  ~ Storm ~

  The taste of her sweet skin, and feeling the softness of her perfect breasts beneath my fingers, is pushing me to the edge. I’m afraid that I’ll lose control with my beauty.

  She moans, and it almost shatters the last of my strength. I move down and place kisses along the inside of her thighs. The delicious scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, awakening the carnal beast inside me.

  She needs me just as much as I do her. I’m filled with an uncontrollable urge to satisfy her.

  I burry my face in her pussy, and I take another deep breath before I pull her petals apart so I can get to the nectar that’s waiting for me. She’s like a flower blossoming just for me. I start to lick at her and growl with intense satisfaction as she gasps in surprise. Soon, it turns into a whimper of pleasure.

  Knowing that I will be the first and only man to feast on her body, fills my chest with adoration and pride.

  Soft moans of pleasure fill the room, and it’s the most beautiful music I’ve ever had the honor of hearing. My cock thrusts at my pants, wanting to tear through the material to get to her.

  “Tasting your sweet pussy has unleashed a hungry wolf inside of me. I want to devour you whole because I’ll never get my fill,” I growl against her sensitive flesh.

  Fuck, this woman is going to be the end of me. She has me on my knees, and there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her.

  I suck at her clit, and her hips jerk against me, urging me on. She rubs her hot pussy against my mouth, and again I growl with sheer pleasure.

  Her whimpers grow louder, her thrusting wilder, and then her body stiffens for a moment as pleasure starts to pulse through her. Her whimpers soon turn into cries of rapture, her body shuddering as the orgasm washes over her.

  I keep licking until the last of her moans fade away, and then I kiss my way back up her body until I find her gasping mouth. I kiss her passionately, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

  I pull away and look deep into her eyes that are bright with satisfaction, finding myself drowning more and more in her gaze.

  I pull her into a sitting position, and then help her fix her dress so that she’s properly covered. I take her hand, pulling her to her feet. She hardly reaches my shoulder, and once again, this petite woman in front of me makes all my protective instincts flare to life.

  I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a tender kiss to her ring finger. Soon, she’ll be wearing my ring.

  “It’s time,” I say while weaving my fingers with hers. I lead her from the room to go downstairs to where the crowd is gathering, waiting to hear who my bride will be.

  I ignore several guests as they call after me and my eyes scan the rooms, searching for Father. When I spot where he’s talking to Camille, I head straight for them.

  “Father,” I say, not bothering that I’m interrupting Camille. She’s been a thorn in my flesh the past few years, trying to worm her way into my family so she can sink her claws into our fortune. She’s like a spider, destroying any man that dares to cross her path. At the age of twenty-nine, she’s already been married twice. One ended in death and the other in divorce.

  Father gives me his attention and I don’t miss the relief in his eyes. Camille must have been driving him to the brink of insanity with her constant flirting. If you have a cock between your legs, and a healthy bank balance, then you’re her type.

  “Storm,” Father says, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Are you ready to make the announcement?”

  “Indeed, Father.” I smile at him, proud to show Poppy off to everyone.

  ~ Poppy ~

  I’m not sure what’s happening. I’m so focused on bringing my breathing and heartbeat back to normal before I find Mother that I don’t take in much of what’s going on around me.

  If Mother ever finds out what I’ve just done in that lounge with Storm Royal of all people, she’ll skin my bottom, lock me up, and throw away the key.

  Embarrassment heats my cheeks, and I lower my face so the people around me won’t see it and guess my naughty secret. It was the most wonderful experience, and I’ll cherish it forever, but now it’s time to return to the cold reality of my life where fairytales are only dreams. Once, I asked Mother if I could go out to meet people, and she said there was no need for it as I would have an arranged marriage one day.

  The engagement announcement must’ve been made while we were in the lounge upstairs, so I’m pretty sure Mother is ready to go home.

  Before I can pull my hand from Storm’s, he tugs me closer until I’m standing next to him. My eyes dart to the man in front of us, and I find myself staring at an older, but much more serious, version of Storm.

  “Poppy Flower, this is my father, Gale Royal,” he says, and I almost drop to my knees before this powerful man that practically rules over our city. Instead, I stand stock still, frozen with fear that he will find out what I’ve just done with his son.

  Gale Royal’s eyes sweep over my person before he looks back to Storm. It feels as if he’s dismissing me - that I’m not worth a second of his precious time, and it makes me feel insecure and insignificant.

  “She has good hips to bear my grandchildren. Considering that you only had six women to choose from, you seem to have chosen wisely. The Flower women are only a means to an end, my son. It is time to make the announcement so you can breed her.” His words are brute blows to my fragile self-esteem.

  I want nothing more than to find M
other, to run back to the safety of my own bedroom, but instead, Storm tightens the hold on my hand and pulls me forward. Everywhere I look, I see people staring at me. Some women are frowning darkly, their mouths set in ugly sneers. What was a special moment with Storm is quickly turning into a shameful reminder of why I’m not good enough to walk amongst these people. Besides feeling fragile, I now feel degraded, too.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention,” Gale Royal calls out in a thundering voice that makes silence fall over the crowd in an instant. “Storm has an announcement to make.”

  I hear gasps and the dark frowns turn to pure hate filled looks. Oh no! What if everyone here knows about my disgraceful behavior with Storm? Mother will never forgive me. She will ban me from my home and never talk to me again.

  Chills of dread spread over my body. All I want to do is run back to the lounge where I was happily falling in love with the man of my dreams. Maybe if I can get back to that moment, I can wrap myself in it and hide from the bitter reality that’s closing in on me.

  Breaths rush from my mouth as Storm says, “I’ve chosen Poppy Flower to be my wife. We will be married now. It will be a short ceremony. Thank you all for celebrating with us tonight.”

  Wildly, my eyes dart to Storm’s, and all I can do is stare at him in shock. We’re getting married? Now?

  He lets go of my hand as a minister comes to stand in front of us, and for a moment they talk in hushed tones, all the while confusion and panic swirl in my tummy.

  A hand takes hold of my elbow, and then nails cut into my skin. Quickly, I look to my side where a black haired beauty is glaring up at me with so much hatred glinting in her dark brown eyes that it makes me feel inadequate and forlorn.

  “You heard Gale. You’re only breeding stock. You’ll pop out the children but I’m the one who will satisfy Storm. You’ll be the one washing the sheets after I’ve fucked him on your bed. I’ll have the unblemished, beautiful body with perfect breasts, and flat stomach, while your offspring sucks at your tits, and your body is ravaged. Nothing but breeding stock, honey.”

  She yanks her hand away, leaving burning scratches on my arm. I cover the aching marks with my hand, dropping my eyes to the floor as I fight to swallow back the tears. Her words cut so deep, it feels like my soul is bleeding out.

  It feels as if my blossoming heart has been ripped from my chest, broken for all these people to see. My fairytale has turned into a nightmare.

  I suck in deep breaths as I fight the tears. I’ve never harmed another soul in all my life. I don’t understand why this is happening to me. What have I done wrong to deserve such cruelty?

  My mind is a maze of despair and agony, and my heart is filled with grief. I can’t believe this nightmare is happening to me. Minutes ago, Storm was whispering sweet nothings to me while making me feel the most astonishing feelings that left my body trembling with delight, and now … now I’m nothing but a warm body that will bear children to the Royal family while his mistress keeps him satisfied in the bed I’m expected to find rest in.

  “Oh, what good news,” I hear Mother say as she hugs me.

  I have to swallow hard to not burst out in tears in front of all these people.

  Mother pulls back and her proud eyes meet mine. I know she can see that I’m upset, so I try to force a smile to my trembling lips.

  She places a hand on my cheek and for once her voice is tender when she speaks. “It’s normal to be anxious, but you’re doing the right thing, Poppy. You’ll never want for anything once you’re a Royal.”

  That means my fate is sealed. This is the arranged marriage Mother warned me about. She was the only one who could save me from the Royals, but instead, she’s handing me over to them. Nodding, I lower my eyes back to the floor.

  Mother might be right, and I know she means well. I’ll always have the security of the Royal’s wealth, but my heart mourns that I’ll never have the love my young heart has dreamt about for so many years. Deep down, I have always hoped that true love would find me, but now I know it doesn’t exist.

  People start to form a circle around us, making me feel as if I’m being suffocated by my heartache. It’s awful that the worst moment of my life is being witnessed by so many uncaring people.

  I wish I could run into the night and find a dark corner where I can cry. I wish I had never read those fairytales, because they gave me false hope of a future that could never be mine.

  When Storm and the minister finish talking, he takes my hand again and pulls me to his side. My feet feel heavy, and the only reason I take Storm’s arm when he pulls mine through the crook of his, is so I won’t collapse to the floor.

  Both men smile at me and I try to make my lips move, but instead, it crumbles under the weight of my sorrow. Quickly, I lower my head.

  Storm places his arm around me and pulls me into the side of his body as if he’s offering me shelter from the storm raging around me. Minutes ago, I would have been in heaven, but now I know the truth, and it’s tainting every caring gesture and loving look from him.

  Mother stands on my other side, her chin held high with pride. She looks at me, giving me a nod of approval.

  The minister starts to talk, but his words don’t reach me. It feels as if the shattered pieces of my dreams are cocooning me, their sharp edges slicing away at my heart.

  Suddenly, Mother nudges me and urgently whispers, “Say yes!”

  Feeling utterly frazzled I just blurt, “Yes.”

  Unable to keep control over the rampant emotions swirling in my chest, tears start to sneak from the corner of my eyes, spilling over my cheeks.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the minister’s voice booms over me.

  Storm’s hands slip over my wet cheeks and he lifts my face to his. I can’t bear to meet his eyes in this moment, so I close them as his mouth comes down on mine.

  It’s a sweet kiss that leaves a bitter taste when he pulls away.

  The people start to cheer and clap as I drown in a dark pit of despair.

  “Thank you for sharing this moment with us. Now, if you’ll excuse us,” Storm says.

  I don’t even have time to properly greet Mother. My eyes find hers and I try to be brave for her. I force a shaky smile to my lips and give her a weak wave as he pulls me in the direction of the stairs.

  Even though I let him do those things to me earlier, my stomach knots with dread as we take the stairs up to his private wing.

  I’m still a virgin and I always dreamt of my Prince Charming making sweet love to me. But not this. Not a Royal who will just use me and then return to his mistress’ side.

  When he opens a door, my eyes instantly fall on the huge bed that’s covered with charcoal colored silk. When I hear the door click behind me, my heart starts to beat wildly as fear floods my body, chasing away all the warmth, and leaving me feeling frozen. I start to tremble and wrap my arms around my middle to make myself smaller. Not that it will save me from what’s about to happen.

  Storm comes to stand in front of me, and he places his finger under my chin, nudging my face up to his.

  I keep my lashes lowered so I don’t have to look at his handsome face.

  “You’re not happy?” he whispers. I’m surprised to hear worry in his voice.

  I swallow hard on my pride, forcing the words over my lips. “I am, Sir. I’m happy and honored to be chosen to bear your children.”

  Both his hands frame my face, and he lowers his head until I can feel his warm breath on my icy skin. It makes my heart beat even faster as my fear spikes.

  “Look at me, Poppy,” he demands.

  I swallow the huge lump in my throat before I slowly raise my eyes to his. The blow of seeing his intense gaze almost knocks me from my feet.

  “You’re not happy, my bride. Is this not what you wanted? I thought, after our moment in the lounge, that you felt the same as me. Was I wrong to think this?”

  I shake my head and answer
him as honestly as I can. “I felt the same as you in the lounge. Your kisses and sweet caresses stole my heart.”

  “Then tell me what has upset you so. It’s breaking my heart to see you so sad when we should be celebrating our love.”

  His voice is full of love and worry, making my meager walls crumble. A sob flutters up my throat, making my voice hoarse with heartache.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m trying to be brave. It’s just …”

  Storm folds me in the warmth of his arms and holds me tightly to his broad chest. For a moment, I can almost believe that he really cares about me.