Princess of Darkness (The Dark Prince #3)

by Autumn Winchester

  “I’m here, sweetheart,” Chase whispered, laying his hands on her hips. His thumbs brushed the outer side of her swelling stomach.

  He wanted to ask her what gender the baby was. He wanted to know if she had morning sickness. He needed to know that everything was okay.

  Right at that moment when the words were on the tip of his tongue, Summer brushed her lips against his in the lightest kiss.

  Once. Twice.

  The third time, Chase captured her lips in a searing, wet, hot kiss. A kiss that she melted into with a deep moan. Chase opened his mouth when Summer asked for entrance. He’d always let her in.

  When their tongues touched, Chase wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He was mindful of how rough he was, but he moaned, meeting her in the middle as they devoured each other.

  Summer was in heaven. She had waited for what felt like an eternity for this kiss. She was home. And she would fight to the death to keep it that way.

  “Summer,” Chase moaned, breaking away from the kiss. Although he’d love nothing more than to make love to her right then and there, he knew she was tired. He wouldn’t dare push her limits. Not like this.

  Panting, Summer leaned her head against his, her eyes blinked lazily. A sweet tender smile was on her lips.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you, my Princess,” he echoed back, laying one hand on her cheek tenderly.

  Nothing in this world would separate them again. Ever.

  Chapter 31

  Summer woke up before the sun rose, her bladder demanding to be emptied. Quietly, as to not wake Chase who was sound asleep on his back, mouth opened in a soft snore, she moved from the bed. She was careful to not make the bed dip too much.

  Her feet hit the soft carpet as she took even softer steps to the door. She didn’t want to wake her husband, as he seemed to need the sleep as much as she did. The glow from the moon was starting to wane, but she could see well enough to know her way. It also helped that she had walked this path so many times, eyes practically shut in a half sleep state. It was a common occurrence most nights.

  Once she finished in the bathroom, Summer made her way back to her room. She ignored the lights that were still on farther into the main part of the house. She was sure that between Sebastian and Gabriel, one or both of them were up already preparing for the day to start. Sometimes, Summer wondered if they ever slept. More often than not one was always awake, at least keeping a lookout for anyone uninvited who might show up.

  Once again being quiet, she crawled back into bed after closing the door completely behind her with a soft click.

  She expected Chase to still be asleep, so when she was back under the covers, just barely, she gasped as he rolled over, pinning her to her place with a wicked glint in his eyes. He barely gave her a moment before crashing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

  Summer felt his kiss in her entire body. From her tingling lips to the tips of her toes.

  He broke away, seeing her dazed, but lustful eyes below him as he covered the top part of his body over hers. She really was a sight to behold, no matter how often he saw her. Summer would always take his breath away.

  “Good morning?” Summer said after a few moments. She wasn’t entirely sure what time it was, but it really didn’t matter.

  Instead of replying, Chase gave her a lopsided smile before crashing his mouth back to hers, trapping her soft lips in his own.

  Summer met his lips with a passion she had desperately missed. Her hands wound themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to her body. She craved to feel his weight on top of her. Craved to feel him inside of her.

  Chase, using the tip of his tongue, asked for entrance, and Summer granted it without a second thought. His mouth was warm, consuming, as he dominated her. She was gasping for breath as he began to trail hot open mouthed kisses down from the corner of her lips to her ear along her jaw line.

  “You taste so good,” he whispered huskily in a way that dampened her undies. “I can’t wait to taste more of you.”

  Summer moaned out as her husband’s words made her core throb and her thighs clench together to get some sort of relief. She had never been talked to with such dirty tones, but she loved it. Summer loved the way her body reacted to his dirty talk.

  He moved one of his legs between hers, stopping her from seeking release for a moment. Chase would be the only one to bring her release that night. No one else.

  “Would you like that, honey,” Chase whispered, seeing the effect he had on her as her face was filled with a desire she’d only ever have for him. “Would you like it if I tasted all of you?”

  Summer could only nod as words escaped her. His husky, whispered words shot through her, making her dripping wet.

  Summer moaned, trying to push her center against his leg that was between her two, craving the release she knew could come. He’d never denied her release before, and he surely wouldn’t start now.

  As Chase kissed Summer right behind her ear, one hand went to her side, his touch soft and light. His other hand braced his form over the top of Summer. It didn’t take long for Chase to swipe his thumb underneath Summer’s braless breast, causing her to arch up into his hand, begging for more.

  “So responsive,” Chase whispered out before crashing his lips against hers, swallowing her moan as he took control. Although her entire body was alight with a need, her body relaxed into the soft mattress.

  Once he kissed her breathless, he moved back to her soft neck as he tilted her head farther into her feather pillow, she was clutching his hair in her hands. She’d never let him go if he kept up that sweet torture.

  Chase’s hand went to the top of her breast, swirling his thumb around her peak, purposely not touching where she wanted it the most. He was driving her mad with need.

  “Chase,” she panted out, her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath from the powerful kiss. Surely, he was going to kill her in pleasure. But what a way to go, she thought to herself.

  He merely gave her a lopsided smile against her warm skin before moving downward. Once he was in position, he used both of his hands, lifting her shirt up and helping her to take it off all the way.

  Once both of her breasts were in his view, he couldn’t help but be on overload. It really had been way too long since he had last seen them, let alone play with them. Slowly, she laid back down, her eyes alight with a desire she needed to quench.

  Without saying a word, he brought his mouth down to one, sucking the hard tip into his mouth while his hand rolled her other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  Summer arched up, lacing her hands in his short hair once again, mouth opened in an O, panting with need. The fire in her core built tighter, hotter than ever.

  “I missed this,” Chase said between switching breasts, giving the other one the same attention, loving the way Summer responded to his touch, to his mouth.

  She was a panting, hot, wet mess by the time Chase took his time to trail kisses down her stomach, dipping into the valley of her abs. She was beautiful in all ways.

  He stopped for a moment, kissing her small bump, cherishing the moment before slipping his fingers into her pink lace underwear, teasing her as he looked up at her from under his eyelashes.

  Slowly, where she nearly just did the deed herself, he pulled the panties down her thighs, then down to her ankles and off, tossing them somewhere behind him. Chase slowly left opened mouth kisses up the inside of one leg before placing a hand on her hip, holding her in place. Her hips bucked up, seeking friction.

  She was spread wide, dripping wet as Chase looked at her in need.

  “I’m gonna taste you now,” he said with a wicked smile. “And I won’t stop until you come.” His voice was filled with lust and desire.

  His words hit Summer in the core once more, and her body responded by lifting her pelvis upward, searching for the promised pleasure. She was so horny, and she didn’t feel like she’d ever find her
relief.

  “Oh!” Summer said in a moan as Chase used his tongue, licking her wet lips, tasting her. She tasted amazing, was his only thought as he did it a second time, closing his eyes in bliss.

  Chase ignore his hard cock that was screaming for friction. This was only about her, about his Princess.

  Summer’s hands went straight to Chase’s head, pressing him closer as her legs were opened wide, giving him complete access to her body. Her feet were planted flat on the bed, giving Chase more than enough room. She knew she was dripping wet as he pulled her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

  If he kept that up, she wouldn’t last much longer. Summer’s pussy was throbbing, begging for release as the fire grew within.

  “Please,” she begged, not sure how much more pleasured torture she could endure. She needed more. She needed to come. Now!

  “Please, what?” Chase said against her, creating a vibration against her, inside of her.

  “More,” she panted out, moving her hands to the sheets on the bed, squeezing them tightly in her fists.

  Without any more prompt, Chase moved one hand to her dripping pussy, his mouth on her clit. While he sucked her, creating that friction she desperately needed, he slipped one finger into her warmth, finding her G-spot.

  It didn’t take much more as he pressed his finger upwards, giving Summer what she needed most. With only a few pumps inside her, she came, gasping his name in the quietness of the morning, her chest heaving.

  He slowed his ministrations, letting her come down slowly before crawling upwards, over the top of his wife. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her chest raising up and down as she caught her breath. She was a sight to behold. Hair fanned around her, creating a dark halo almost against the light color of the sheets.

  Once Summer’s eyes opened, meeting Chases green ones, she gave him a soft, tender smile. He leaned down, giving her a kiss that she instantly deepened with another moan. Tasting herself on him turned her on once more.

  Chase couldn’t help but rub his hard cock against her leg, almost like a dog in heat. His cock wanted to release, begging in pain for it almost.

  “Take me,” Summer panted out, running her hands along his abs, just now seeing the matching tattoo he had on his body. It was just above his waist, the word Prince to her Princess tattoo, in black ink with a crown.

  “Please.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked huskily. He wouldn’t if she didn’t want to. He’d never force himself on her. Never.

  “Please,” she said, pushing her hips upwards and causing a grunted moan to release from his chest as the pressure against his cock. “I missed you. All of you.”

  That was all he needed, already feeling how wet she was against him. It didn’t take much to get his cock lined up with her dripping wet heat. Chase took his time, pushing into her, drawing out both of their releases. He knew for a fact that he wouldn’t last long, but he sure as hell was going to try.

  “Chase,” she panted out once he was fully seated into her gripping pussy. It felt like her walls would break his cock in half with how tight she was.

  “God,” he panted out, willing his orgasm to not happen. Not yet. “So fucking tight, baby.”

  Summer’s response was to pull him closer, grinding her hips upward to get him to move. She needed him, needed to feel his release.

  Chase followed her lead, supporting his weight on both of his elbows as he leaned over her, but trying to take it slow. He would love nothing more than to just finish, but he wanted to draw out the pleasure.

  He missed this. He missed making love to his wife, claiming her the only way he ever could. It didn’t take long as she slowly grounded herself upon him until he couldn’t withstand any more. He pushed himself up on his hands, pumping his cock into her, hearing her moan in pleasure, begging for more. Always more.

  His balls tightened as her pussy walls spasmed around him, and he came with a loud groan, her name falling from his lips in a plea.

  Together, they came down from their highs, breathless and both sated for the time being. Together, they rolled over, Chase’s soft cock falling out of her as she gave out a pout in protest. But otherwise, she buried herself in his arms against his chest.

  She was home.

  Chapter 32

  It didn’t take as long as Summer thought it would, and the meetup place was a whole lot cleaner, blander, than she had expected. But that was a good thing.

  The wood barn was used as a storage facility and family run auto shop that was run into the ground by lack of customers. The cement floor was dusty from lack of use, but the bright lights lit up the chilly building as the wind howled outside. The wind blew in through the broken windows high above, just along the loft area.

  Summer knew that there were a number of people up there, watching to make sure there was no harm that would come to her here in the next few minutes. Chase hid behind one of the many piles of boxes where no one would see him, even if John’s men searched for him. Sebastian had created the hidden hideaway in plain sight, perfect for him to aim a gun if need be, and an easy out too.

  She wasn’t sure if she’d would have been able to really go through with this if it weren’t for Chase. Just his presence here helped sooth her nerves. Although, she hated having to get up and dressed when the sun had finally risen.

  Summer knew she wasn’t entirely alone here, but that didn’t stop her heart from racing. Sebastian was standing not far away, a hard look on his face. His gun, one of the few he carried on his body today, was in a place on his hip for easy access.

  Fayth stood next to Summer, hands on her hips. She really was trying to stand there acting afraid as her own body buzzed with excitement. She wore jeans and a tight fitting band t-shirt with a dark jean jacket over the top, chewing bubble gum loudly. This is what Fayth lived for: the thrill of not knowing what would happen.

  Summer was dressed in a pair of black leggings, dark blue long-sleeved V-neck shirt that went to her thighs, and a long tank top vest that looked as if it had been knitted. The vest was dark and light gray colors and hid the gun that was in her waist on her back. Her hair was down, mostly so she could hide behind it.

  It didn’t take nearly as long as Summer figured it would for the scout to show up. Sebastian simply told him that they were there, and he wouldn’t be waiting around much longer for the man in question to show up.

  The scout merely looked Summer up and down with a dark look of lust, which Sebastian had to warn him to not take another step towards Summer or he’d shoot his brains out. The scout paled instantly before ducking his head and tail, bolting from the building.

  “Young kid,” Fayth mused, knowing that any and all of John’s men that would arrive would be dead within minutes.

  Summer wrung her hands in front of her, her nerves taking over. She wanted to puke, and she most likely would before this all ended. There was no way in Hell she’d keep strong enough to make it through.

  Sebastian saw, of course, he did, and took the few steps where he had been pacing so he was in front of her. He took her hands in his own, a soft expression on his face.

  “You’ll be perfectly fine. Don’t ever doubt yourself, Grace,” Sebastian spoke. He kept his voice low, so only where Summer would be able to hear his words. “I’d rather die than let anyone lay a hand on you. Be the strong girl I know you are, and make me proud.”

  She gave him a tender smile, her shoulders relaxing, ignoring the blast of cold air that came in as the door opened with a clang. Summer couldn’t help but jump, startled. Sebastian simply gave her a nod, dropping her hands from his and turning around with a hard mask in place.

  Through the door in walked a bleached white-haired man, that looked nothing like what Summer had been expecting. With Sebastian and Gabriel, she could see the similarities. This man had dark blue eyes, but his face was more diamond shaped. His forehead was high, his nose thin. His mouth was set in a blissed, amused smile.

  He was dressed in
a black suit, making his light hair stand out more. He seemed to be so out of place here in this building.

  “Ah, Sebastian, dear brother of mine,” the man sang out in a tone that boarded on the dark side, no matter the greeting. “Having one last moment with my prize? I saw how you held her.”

  Summer saw Sebastian’ shoulders rise up, his stance hardening even more. He didn’t reply to the greeting.

  “I was starting to wonder who’s side you were on,” John went on, a number of men following in behind him and taking a stance in protection while a few went to look around the building for anyone that would possibly be hiding. They wouldn’t be returning.

  “I still don’t see why you had to hide away for so long. I would have gladly taken her off your hands much sooner,” he went on darkly, his eyes looking at Summer from across the way. “She’s much healthier than I expected, though.”