by Wood, Vivian
His beautiful blue eyes glitter. He runs a single fingertip down my neck, over my collarbone, tracing a line between my bare breasts. I suck in a breath.
His touch trails down my ribs, across my navel, and ends at the top of my panties. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling myself grow wet, feeling the slide of my body growing ready for him.
Stellan glances at me. “I’m going to fuck you senseless. If you’re going to tell me to stop, this is your last chance.”
I bite my lip, smothering a grin. I shake my head. “Less talk. More action.”
He smiles as he literally rips my panties off of my body. He kisses me on the hip, then on the top of my thigh. I can’t hold back the sultry moan that rises in my throat. His fingers walk up to find my nipple and tweak it hard.
Gasping loudly, I arch into his touch.
“Good girl,” he purrs. Stellan splays a big hand underneath my belly button, covering my public mound. He presses down firmly as he showers little bites and swift nibbles to my thighs, working his way closer and closer to my shaved pussy.
I watch as he runs the tip of one thick finger up the seam of my pussy, just barely touching. A twisted, angry grunt leaves my lips.
“Stellan,” I reprimand him.
He looks up at me, grinning devilishly. The he places the lightest of butterfly kisses over my pussy, making me writhe.
“Stellan, please!” I beg.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so, skatter. I’m not going to let you come just yet.”
Instead, he pushes himself up onto his knees and grasps his cock through his boxers briefs. My lungs constrict as I watch him, looking down on me, naked and spread out.
Eyeing me, he bites his lip. “I think you need to taste me, skatter. I want to feel the tip of my cock in your fucking throat.”
My entire body tightens with need. His lips form a naughty smile.
“Can you control your gag reflex?”
My cheeks color. “A little.” I get to my knees, reaching for him, but he sneers at me.
“No. You lie on the edge of the bed, like this.” He grabs me, positioning me so that my head is by the foot of the bed, dangling off just a little. “If it’s too much, just tap my leg. Ja?”
Nodding, I watch as Stellan strips his black boxer briefs off. His cock bounces up, jutting straight out.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my eyes widening. I knew he was well endowed, but… he’s absolutely huge. His cock is long, thick, and veiny in a way that male porn stars would be jealous of. He’s also uncut, which honestly is a little unnerving.
I don’t follow Judeo-Christian beliefs or anything, but it reinforces the fact that he is definitely not from here.
Stellan grins, grasping his cock and wiggling his eyebrows. Then he steps forward. “Open your mouth. Cover your teeth for me, skatter.”
My heart pound in my ears. Relax, I tell myself. Whatever you do, don’t gag.
Licking my lips, I open my mouth. He steps closer and nudges the tip of his cock between my lips. I taste his cock, the deep earthy maleness and manly musk bursting across my tongue like fireworks.
He groans, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “Ah, fuck.”
That’s fucking sexy. The sound of his rumbled curse makes my breasts tighten. I relax a little, resting my hand on his inner thigh.
Then he starts very slowly working his length in and out of my lips. More rumbles of pleasure leave his lips. Not groans or moans, but almost.
Stellan stops and peers down at me after a few seconds. “Good?”
I nod, my mouth still full of his cock. He grips his cock and starts pumping in and out of my mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. I grab him and pull him closer, attempting to work my tongue against his cock.
His reaction is immediate. His whole body seizes up. There is an intense look of concentration on his face. “Fuck, Margot.”
I slide my hand down to delicately cup his balls. His eyes actually roll back in his head as he starts to move again, jerking in and out of my lips roughly. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Skatter…”
He stops suddenly, pulling out of my mouth. Before I can even react, he’s covering the tip of his cock with his hand, cursing and clenching his eyes shut. He coming, shooting jets milky white semen into his hand. The look of pleasure on his face, so intense and ecstatic it nearly borders on pain, makes me quiver.
When he’s done, Stellan opens his eyes again. “That wasn’t quite how I was supposed to finish… but your mouth felt too good. Too hot.”
I lick the corner of my mouth. “My pleasure.”
He chuckles, reaching across to the bedside table for the tissue box. He wipes his hand off and then pads over to the trashcan, disposing of the tissue. When he comes back, he kneels at the foot of the bed.
“Now it’s your turn,” he husks. “Come down here.”
Feeling a little weird about it, I turn around. Stellan isn’t interested in waiting, grabbing my knees and spreading them wide. I feel a little awkward being exposed like that, but he isn’t too worried about my emotions just now.
“Cup your breasts,” he commands, ducking his head low. I expect him to start flicking his tongue over my clit, but of course he doesn’t.
He is always surprising, always keeping me on my toes.
Instead he starts kissing the inside of my thigh. His hands touch my inner thighs, sliding up as he trails his kisses toward my pussy. I moan softly, bucking just a little. He looks up at me, catching my eye.
His dark brow descends and he looks utterly sincere when he utters the next words. “You are so beautiful, Margot.”
Then his head lowers again and he licks along my seam, causing my eyes to flutter closed. My brow wrinkles as he teases me, using two fingers to part my lower lips. When he finally seals his lips over my clit, sucking on it gently, a wave of pleasure washes through my whole body, rippling out from my pussy.
I grab my tits, shaping my nipples with hard pulls. He alternates between licking and sucking my clit. Stellan is going to drive me mad. He pulls unintelligible sounds of need from my lips, makes my hips thrust against that magical mouth of his.
When he’s good and ready he tests my entrance with the tips of two thick fingers, working them in and out. My pussy in beyond wet and ready for him, but there is still some resistance as he slides his fingers home. I groan, ready to explode.
“Fuck. Fuck, right there,” I whisper. “That’s so good, Stellan…”
I feel him pause, wetting a finger from his free hand. Then he starts licking my clit again… while he pushes that fingertip against the tight balloon knot of my ass.
My eyes widen, but it doesn’t feel bad. Actually, with my clit being stimulated and Stellan working his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy, it feels… naughty. But good.
I whimper, uncertain.
When he actually penetrates my ass with one finger, my eyes roll up in my head. “Oh god,” I choke out. “Don’t stop, Stellan. God, don’t stop…”
For a second, it’s quiet, aside from the sound of blood rushing in my head and my heart beating like a drum. I stop trying to breathe and thinking about anything at all.
I only exist for the pleasure that Stellan is giving me, right now, right here.
I come suddenly, the orgasm ripping through me, clenching and spasming. One moment I’m at the top of a cliff, looking down into the looming crevasse. The next I am in free fall, plummeting toward the bottom, praying that there will be a body of water to save me from certain death.
I’m pretty sure I scream. At some point Stellan withdraws, licking at his mouth. When I can focus my eyes and breathe again, I look at him, chuckling because I am so overwhelmed.
“What?” he asks. He lays down on the bed beside me, fisting his cock. He’s hard again, which is impressive in itself.
“That was…” I trail off, shaking my head. I try to catch my breath. “Incredible.”
“Mmm.” He eyes me, carnal interest still lighting a fire
in his eyes.
I turn on my side. Should I be this winded after sex? I’m too young for it, I feel like… “What now?”
His lips turn upward. He moves closer, pressing a kiss to my lips. He still tastes like me, a little metallic but also earthy with a hint of sweetness. He cups my tits, renewing my interest.
“Skatter… I want to have your mouth again,” he whispers against my lips. “Give it to me, Margot.”
I lick my lips, looking deep into his eyes. “For tonight… I’m all yours, Stellan.”
That apparently amuses him, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he just kisses me again, so deeply that I forget that morning will ever come.
Chapter Forty-One
Stellan
It’s early in the morning when I wake. At first, I just open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. It takes my system a minute to boot up, to realize where exactly I am and that I am not alone. I roll over onto my side and see Margot sleeping there, her outrageous pink hair sticking out in every direction.
She sleeps on her side, her face drawn into her chest. It almost looks like she’s trying to protect herself, even in her sleep. But from what?
I repress a sigh and look at her lovely face. Her skin is radiant, her cheekbones high, her eyes large and expressive. For Satan, but she is pretty.
There are faint circles under her eyes.
I am actually partially to blame for that. We stayed up most of the night fucking. Well, doing everything but fucking actually… she sucked my cock until my eyes rolled up in my head over and over. I fingered her and licked her until she came screaming. Her taste still lingers faintly on my lips and tongue.
I don’t actually mind that. She tasted sweet and musky; there are far worse things to wake up smelling like.
The point is, I was exceedingly careful where my sperm went.
Even drunk, I know better than to actually spend my seed inside of random girls. If I accidentally got a girl pregnant and the press found out about it…
Ah, there it is. The faint pounding of my head, between my eyes. It’s funny… for a minute, just brief window of time, I almost forgot that I was a royal.
Almost.
I hear a noise outside of the bedroom door. Cocking my head, I frown. Is that Erik, then? Where did he end up last night?
Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I sigh. I really need a glass of water and a headache powder to even begin dealing with today.
Erik slams the door open, holding up a phone. Margot stirs and panics a little, sitting up too.
“Erik—” I start.
He has eyes only for Margot, though. “You fucking bitch!”
My eyes narrow. Margot looks alarmed. “What? Don’t call me a bitch…”
“Erik, don’t call her that. What do you want?” My head pounds, less faintly this time and more like a jackhammer.
Erik looks at me, beyond aggravated. “She posted pictures of you two together to fucking Instagram, Stel. Intimate photos.”
That gets my attention. “What?”
I have a vague memory of Margot snapping a couple of pictures with her phone last night. A cold fist of worry forms in my stomach.
I look at her, clutching the comforter to her chest. Always protecting herself. My eyes narrow.
“Is it true?” I ask.
Her delicate brows descend, making her eyes darker. “Well… yeah… I didn’t realize that you guys had a weird hang up about Instagram or whatever…”
I flinch, then look at the ceiling. Scrubbing my hand over my face, I try to think. I want to scream at her. But that won’t help anybody.
When I speak, my voice shakes with barely contained fury. “You have to take them down.”
Erik hisses. “It’s too late for that. Her post went viral.”
“What?” Margot says, confused. “Why?” Her gaze darts to me, accusing. “What don’t I know?”
I avoid her gaze, looking at Erik instead. “Can we shut it down? Have you already talked to the royal press office?”
“I called them first. They are working on it, but they don’t know if they can squelch the info. Once it’s out— “
“It’s out.” I bury my head in my hands. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry. What the fuck are you two talking about?” Margot clutches the comforter to her chest as she rises to stand beside the bed.
I don’t fight her for it; I have plenty of things to be embarrassed about, but my body isn’t one of them.
Instead I grab my boxer briefs from where they lay on the floor in a discarded heap. Stepping into them with a curse, I turn to Erik. “Grandmother is likely going to have two heart attacks at once when she hears about this. Give me five minutes… I will meet you out in the living room.”
Erik gives a curt nod, shooting Margot one last glare before he stalks out of the room. I find a shirt and pull it on. I can’t help but feel the dread growing in my belly, threatening to take over everything.
Margot starts putting on her clothes. Her face is drawn and she’s muttering a little. “I don’t have to stick around for this. You act like I’m not even here!”
I pull on a pair of pants, casting a dark look her way. “You don’t even realize the shit storm you have managed to stir up, Margot.”
She shoves her hair back out of her face, looking outraged. “Do you want to explain why? Or do you just want to go vent about it to Erik some more?”
I cross my arms. “I’m the crown prince of Denmark, Margot. The heir to the throne. And the last thing I needed was for you to run around telling people on the internet who I hook up with.”
Her eyes go wide with shock. “What?”
“Didn’t you notice Erik’s reaction to having his photo taken? He knows the drill. Nothing on camera, ever. Because if it’s on film somewhere, someone is going to find it.” I spread my hands wide. “And once the press has it, they will run with it. Make up all kinds of things. You should know… aren’t you friends with Pippa?”
Her expression is sheepish, but the second I turn it around on her, she glares at me. Going over to her purse, she grabs a laminated badge and waves it in my face.
“I’m member of the press,” she says, her voice rising in pitch. “So maybe stop for a hot second before you malign my own organization to me, okay?”
Now it’s my turn to be shocked. “What?”
I’m vaguely aware of my heart pounding loudly. Oh god.
She’s one of them?
I really, really fucked up this time.
She stuffs her feet into her heels, glaring at me. Then Margot grabs her purse and tosses her hair. “I’m a photographer. And I think you are overreacting. Just because a couple of people reblogged my Instagram posts…”
I cross the bedroom, grabbing her by the elbow. “You don’t understand. I’m a member of the royal family. These jackals have hunted my family down for centuries. And once they scent blood…”
I shudder. But I’m not prepared for the way she looks at me, like I just kicked her puppy or something. She jerks out of my hold.
“We are human beings,” she grits out. “The only things separating you and your family from the rest of us are a few tiaras and a lot of fucking money. Money you didn’t even earn!”
I glare at her. “I knew that you were bad news the second I laid eyes on you.”
Margot tosses her hair and heads for the door. “I can’t believe I spent the night with you.”
“Wait!” I call.
She looks back at me. “I don’t have the time or the emotional space for this.”
I growl. “You don’t want to leave now. Let Erik find a way to smuggle you out of the building. Maybe if we do that and you take your Instagram posts down—”
“You are unbelievable. You know that?”
Erik comes back in, standing in the doorway. He stares Margot. “This is all your fault.”
Looking between us, she cocks her hip. “What, are you going to physically keep me here? I’m a hundred per
cent certain that there isn’t any amount of money in the world that will keep me quiet if you resort to false imprisonment.”
Erik and I make eye contact. I fidget. He starts toward her, a giant grizzly bear stalking his weak prey.
“Stop!” I call out. They both look at me. I square my jaw. “Let her go, Erik. If the story is out, it’s out.”
Erik pauses, but doesn’t move. “It was only two weeks ago that the royal family was in the news, apologizing about your uncle Heinlein and those call girls of his.” He looks back and forth between Margot and me. “The press will rip you both to shreds.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she sasses.
He rolls his eyes and moves clear of the doorway. Margot is out like a shot, not another word to either of us. In a few seconds I hear the elevator chime.
Flinging myself across the bed, I bury my face in the pillows. My whole bed still smells like sex and flowers, a remnant of her perfume maybe.
“Your grandmother is going to have your head on a spike,” Erik says, sitting on the end of the bed.
I close my eyes. “I know.”
“I told you to be careful with a commoner.”
I grit my teeth. “I know.”
He sits there for a moment longer, then hoists himself to his feet. “I’m going to start arranging our trip home. I have to figure out where the fuck Lars is at the moment.”
I open my eyes and glance at him. “If you can’t find him, my brother can figure out how to get home on his own.” I repress a sigh. “I think we should leave as soon as possible. Grandmother will want to see me soon, I expect.”
He’s quiet for a beat. “Maybe it won’t be that bad.”
Groaning, I roll over. “Have you checked downstairs, then? Are the press not swarming all over every entrance to the hotel?”
He looks away. “They are. I really wish your girl would’ve let me get her out without a fuss… because they are going to go nuts when they see her.”
Shrugging, I think about Margot’s soft curves. I think about how she jammed that press pass under my nose, sending me into shock.
God, how stupid could I be? “I have other things to worry about now.”
