The Playful Prince

by Michelle M. Pillow

  “What?” Tori whispered, her eyes round in disbelief. “What?”

  “Do not deny that you are mine,” he growled, not caring who heard. “Everyone here can see how you want me. My scent is all over you. You belong to me.”

  Tori paled, not sure if she should be mortified or not by the bold statement. On a base level, she felt pleasure in his possessive words. She glanced at Vitto and then at Quinn. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, as she desperately looked around the hall for help. Slowly, as if in a fog, she saw King Kirill stand up and begin moving toward them.

  “Quinn,” the king said softly, gently touching his brother’s stiff arm. “Why don’t you take Doctor Elliot for a walk? You’re making a scene.”

  Quinn didn’t even look at him. He stalked forward, grabbed Tori’s arm, and dragged her from the hall without stopping to ask her if she wanted to go. Tori stumbled in stunned silence as he led her to his wing of the palace. He tossed her inside his home and slammed the door shut. Her feet slid across the smooth tile floor, nearly tripping on the raised platform holding the couch. Slowly, she righted herself. She glanced around, getting her bearings. Her eyes moved over the tall decorative arches of his home, and finally landed on the thick wall of glass guarding the bathroom.

  She shivered. There was nowhere to run if things turned for the worse. Very carefully, she turned to study him. He made a move to touch her, and she jerked back.

  “Quinn? You are acting very strange.” Tori panted. His show of fury clearly aroused her, but she held back from him, as if not understanding. “You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

  “I thought I could handle you and,” he paused, his face contorting in disgust as he said the words, “Vitto’s relationship, but I can’t. You have to choose, Tori. Him or me. You can’t have both.”

  “Vitto?”

  The word barely escaped her lips when Quinn pounced forward to grab her arms. He shook her lightly, not hurting her. “Damn it, Tori! You don’t love him. You can’t love him.”

  “Wait,” Tori panted, shaking her head. “I do love him, of course, I love him. He’s—”

  “You’d better leave then, quickly.” Quinn let her go and slowly backed away shaking his head in denial. He looked as if his heart was being ripped from his chest and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself.

  “Quinn, listen—”

  “Leave,” he shouted. “Go!”

  Tori began to move toward the door and stopped. Her voice rising, she turned back to him and growled, “No, you just shut up for a second. I’ve got something to say and so help me if you don’t let me say it I’ll…I’ll...”

  Quinn’s brow lifted, impatiently urging her to get on with it. His chest heaved as he fought to control himself. Tori wasn’t scared. She was frustrated.

  “I’ll hit you over the head until you see reason or get knocked unconscious,” Tori yelled. Quinn didn’t move. His lips twitched at the corner as he tried not to smile at her threat. “Damn it. I had this speech all prepared. It was perfect. But then you had to start acting like a meathead so I can’t remember what I was going to say. We’re adults, and we’re acting like children or was it that we’re being children. Give me a second. I know it was something like that.”

  “Meathead?” Quinn broke into her thoughts. “Did you call me a meathead?

  “Well, you are. Oh, never mind that. I’m trying to...” A small sound of aggravation left her throat. She couldn’t remember what she was going to say. Then, unable to keep it in any longer, she blurted, “I’m in love with you.”

  Quinn didn’t move. He brightened slightly as he studied her. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

  “Okay? That’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m in love with you and,” she hesitated, unsure whether she wanted to throw her arms around him or run for the door screaming. Nothing came out the way she meant it. She wanted to say other things, give him a long list of why she loved him, of why they could work together, of why he should give them a chance. All those reasons left her as she looked at him. How could she explain everything she felt? Instead, she whispered, “I love you, Quinn. I love you.”

  She shrugged helplessly, waiting for him to speak. Every inch of her shook, as she waited for his reaction. If he didn’t return her love, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive it.

  “You can’t have us both,” he answered. The very look of him took her breath away and stole her heart. “I can’t share you, Tori. Please, don’t ask me to.”

  “What?” Tori whispered, confused. “What are you...?”

  “Vitto. You can’t have us both.” Quinn stepped toward her. His hand lifted to gently touch her cheek. He caressed her with his strong fingers, sending chills over her flesh.

  “What are you talking about?” Tori took heart in the fact that he was touching her. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? His hand felt warm against her skin, making her tremble to be in his arms. “Quinn, Vitto’s my younger brother. We were both named after our father. When I say I love him, it’s because he’s my family. Of course, I love him. He’s Vitto Elliot. I’m Vittoria Elliot. We don’t really announce the fact that we’re related because we have to work together, and it has caused problems for us in the past. Though, I’m sure that little fact is somewhere in my file. So he’s Doctor Vitto, and I’m Doctor Elliot. Did you think that he was my...?”

  Tori began to laugh, unable to even say the words out loud. She knew he’d thought Vitto was a threat to her at one point, but she thought he’d gotten over it. I mean, even if he wasn’t her brother, it was Vitto.

  “He’s your brother?” Quinn asked, needlessly. His face darkened.

  “I just assumed you’d been told,” Tori answered. “Naturally, the king—”

  “Kirill knew?” Quinn demanded, his expression darkening even more in his annoyance.

  “Of course he did,” Tori said. “He was told when we arrived. He had our records. I thought everyone knew. Reid, Falke—”

  “They know as well?” Quinn interrupted. He frowned. Trust his brothers to watch him squirm. Damn Kirill! When Quinn had told him that he suspected Tori and Vitto were lovers, the king had sat there grinning at him like a fool, saying nothing.

  “It came up in the forest on our way to Myrddin’s. We were telling childhood stories while you were on your walk. They wanted to know why Vitto and I seemed to know each other so well.” Tori shrugged. Her hand lifted to touch his solid chest, running the tips of her fingers lightly over the muscular folds. Then, licking her lips, her eyes lit with hope, as she asked, “Does this mean you were jealous over me?”

  Quinn pulled her into his arms, his eyes piercing down into hers. Tori lifted her arms up around his neck. She offered her lips to him.

  “Yes,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly. His lips brushed along hers. “I was jealous over you, woman.”

  Tori sighed, her whole being filled with emotion and anticipation. She twined her fingers through his light brown hair, studying it intently for a moment. “And does this mean you maybe care for me just a little?”

  Quinn rubbed his nose along hers, pulling her so close she could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach. When he spoke, his lips moved along hers. “Yes, how can you not know that I love you? I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you. There hasn’t been anyone else since I met you. I confess, at one point I tried to get you out of my system when I didn’t think you cared. But, I couldn’t do it. No other woman can hold a flame to you, Tori. I love you.”

  Tori panted. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. Her eyes dipped to the side, shyly. “And does this mean you maybe want me to stay here with you?”

  “It would be strange for a wife to leave her husband,” Quinn murmured.

  Tori moaned, barely hearing his words as his mouth continued to do delicious things to her senses. His kiss deepened, as his tongue moved forward to explore. She felt him all the way to her toes. It was perfect, and she kn
ew she belonged forever in his arms. Then, as what he said sunk in, she pulled back. “Did you say wife? Are you asking me to life mate with you?”

  “No, not asking,” Quinn answered, leaning forward to steal her breath as his hand roamed down over her body. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter, Doctor Elliot. You are my wife.”

  “Is that a royal command, Prince Quinn?” she teased, feeling giddy and so very happy. His body felt so right against hers. “Are you saying I have no choice but to marry you?”

  “Ah, yeah, well not really,” Quinn chuckled. “I can’t ask you to do what has already been done.”

  “What do you mean?” Tori stiffened in his arms, her throat dry. She didn’t dare move.

  “Our souls mated the first night we were together,” Quinn answered. His hand grew bolder, and she let go of a small moan. Slowly, he peeled back her clothing, baring her body to him. “It just took our heads and our hearts a little while to catch up.”

  “But, how is that possible?” Tori sighed, her eyes closing as he kissed her neck.

  Tori, listen to me, she heard whispered in her brain. It was Quinn’s voice, and it tugged at her memory. You are mine.

  Mm, all right, Quinn, yours, she vaguely recalled herself answering to him.

  The memory was like a distant dream, Quinn telling her that she was his and she agreeing. Looking up at him, she saw he was remembering it too. At the time, she’d thought he meant sexually, as a conquest. Now, she finally understood. How could she not have realized it sooner? His words and her sleepy agreement to them had sealed them forever. That is why neither one of them had felt whole since. They were two pieces of the same being. He was her husband, her mate, her entire life. The beauty of its simplicity washed through her. “I didn’t know you. I—”

  “I told you once before,” Quinn murmured into her. His breathing became rapid pants as he began to slowly make love to her. He bit her earlobe, causing her to whimper. “The Var don’t put much stock in ceremony. All it takes is the will of two people and it is done. We couldn’t have mated if we both didn’t want it. You are mine, Tori, and I am yours. Forever.”

  Tori grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his mouth firmly to hers. Nothing else mattered. She was finally home. Quinn lifted her up in his arms and walked her to the long pillows thrown across the floor before the fireplace. Setting her on the floor, he stripped her completely of her clothing.

  His eyes roamed down over her skin, stopping to look at her large breasts. Soon his clothes were also tossed aside. Loudly, he commanded, “Fire.”

  A fire lit in the fireplace. Quinn picked up their clothes and threw them in. Tori gasped. “What are you doing?”

  “I figure if you don’t have anything to wear, you can’t escape me. Tomorrow, when I wake up, you’re going to be right by my side.” Quinn swept forward, only to lower her down to the long pillows on the floor. His body pressed into hers, rocking the heavy mass between his legs with slow intent along her naked hip. With a devilish glint in his eyes, he whispered, “So when you said, ‘saddle up cowboy’ what did this mean? I admit to being very curious about it.”

  Tori turned a light shade of pink. “Cowboys are part of Old Earth culture. They used to ride on top of wild horses. It’s a saying now.”

  Quinn chuckled at her look. “Mm, I like this game already. Tell me more. Who will ride whom?”

  Tori just grinned, flipping him on his back. She moved to straddle his waist, lifting her ready body to accept his thick length inside her, where he belonged. “It would be much better if I just showed you.”

  Tori lowered her body down onto his shaft, letting him fill her. Moving up and down, she saw his eyes watching her in adoration. They made love before the fire twice before moving to the bedroom. Neither one of them spoke, not needing to as their minds were joined with just one thought, You are mine...forever.

  49

  Tori sighed, looking over Quinn and her home. It had been three glorious weeks since she’d moved in with him, and she couldn’t have been happier. Pulling the robe around her shoulders, she wished for a brief second that her husband would stop burning all her clothes. Not once had she tried to sneak out while he slept. She knew he trusted her, but just had to assume that he got some sort of masculine pleasure by keeping her naked all the time and ready for him.

  Hearing a knock on the door, she looked over from the fireplace and grinned. “Come in!”

  Ulyssa opened the door, smiling. In her arms, she carried a bundle of clothing. “I thought you might need these. I see that I was right.”

  Tori chuckled, nodding. “Thanks.”

  Ulyssa tossed the clothes on the low couch next to Tori and sat down across from her on a big floor pillow. The queen politely averted her eyes as Tori dressed. Tori sighed, pulling the shirt over her head and the pants over her hips. It fit snugly against her breasts, but she didn’t care. She knew Quinn got much enjoyment from seeing the tight material binding her down. He liked freeing her from it even more, kind of like rescuing them. She hid her chuckle.

  “Not that I care if you borrow my clothes,” Ulyssa said, “but I’m starting to run low. Can’t Quinn tie you to the bed or something if he’s so worried about you leaving while he sleeps?”

  Tori and Ulyssa had become really good friends, as well as sisters-by-marriage, over the past weeks. It was nice to have another human woman to talk to about things. For the most part, life was perfect, but their husbands were still Var and caused their wives moments of pure frustration.

  “He has,” Tori blushed, thinking about how carefree and inventive her husband had been since they’d finally proclaimed their love for each other. In no time at all, all traces of the moody prince were gone, leaving her the playful man she’d fallen in love with. And, oh, was he playful. The things that man could come up with in the bedroom left her blushing and breathless. Knowing he’d shared his life with her, and she was going to live for several hundred years had been a shock at first, but she knew she’d never get bored with him.

  “I see,” Ulyssa said, glancing around the hall and pausing as she studied the front door. A small smile graced her pretty features. “Have you told him? I haven’t heard any announcements.”

  “Oh,” Tori blushed. Ulyssa had seen her at the medics the day before. “I wanted to be sure first.”

  “Sure of what?” Quinn asked, his voice directly behind her, his lips close to her neck. Tori yelped in surprise and jumped slightly as she spun around in her seat. His eyes roamed over her body, and he frowned. Looking at Ulyssa, he grumbled, “Why’d you bring more clothes for her? I liked what she had on.”

  “She’s going to have to leave this room today and I don’t need a naked woman roaming the palace halls. You Var men are sexually charged as it is. We’d have a riot amongst the guards. Oh, and Quinn, your brother commands you, as your king, to stop burning all your wife’s clothing.”

  “He does?” Quinn asked, looking perplexed. “Why would he care? I am paying for them and can burn them if I wish.”

  “He’ll care as soon as I tell him to care.” Ulyssa giggled and winked at Tori. “I’m the only other women in this place who doesn’t live in the harem and I’ll be damned if you’re going to keep her locked in here all the time. Tori don’t let this man distract you. I have merchants coming, and I want to, you know, shop for stuff together. If you don’t show up in the banquet hall in twenty minutes, I’m sending in the guards and having Quinn arrested for disobeying a royal order, at least for the afternoon.”

  Tori nodded, giggling even as she blushed slightly. When Ulyssa had left, Quinn jumped over the back of the couch and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her thoroughly, he said, “Shopping? What is it I’m not being told?”

  “Ulyssa and I are going to spend all of yours and King Kirill’s money,” Tori teased. Her hands ran lovingly over his shoulders and chest, patting down his tunic shirt. “And I’m buying a whole new wardrobe, two in fact.”

  “
Ah, come on, I like the one you have now.” Quinn tugged at her shirt laces, working the top out just enough so he could look down her shirt at her cleavage. His hand came up over the material and cupped a soft globe, watching as the motion pushed the cleavage up toward his face. “Mm, I love your breasts. They’re so soft.”

  “I don’t have a wardrobe,” Tori reminded him, swallowing as a wave of pleasure came over her. “I don’t have clothes.”

  “I know,” he groaned, moving his lips down to kiss a top curve of a breast as his hand pushed it up. His thumb rolled over the clothed nipple. “That’s what I like about it.”

  “But, I didn’t mean just for me,” Tori said carefully. “The second wardrobe is for someone else.”

  “Hm,” Quinn sighed, paying more attention to the angle of her nipple to his tongue. Tori shivered under his mouth as he tried his best to reach it by dipping beneath the shirt. Then, as if he lost his train of thought, said absently, “I don’t care. Spend as much money as you wish. You can have anything your heart desires.”

  “Good. Because the other wardrobe is for the baby,” she whispered.

  “Mm, all right,” he murmured, his tongue finally reaching the aching bud. Suddenly, he stopped, his tongue froze on her nipple before slowly being drawn back into his mouth. His words muffled by her chest, he said very carefully, “Baby? Kirill’s baby?”

  “Um, it better not be his baby,” Tori teased, running her hand over his arms. “I’m sure I’d remember—”

  Quinn’s mouth crushing into hers cut off her words. When he’d kissed her long and hard, he pulled back grinning. His hand strayed to her stomach. Merriment lit his bright gaze, as he teased, “So, this means you’re breasts are going to get even bigger, right? And more tender? I like that.”

  “Ah,” Tori feigned outrage as she hit his arms. “Quinn!”

  “What?” He grinned, kissing her again, this time tender and soft. “I love you, wife.”