by Dakota Rebel
When he pulled out of me, I expected him to climb back up and pull me into his arms, but instead he slid down my body again, his tongue licking its way over my breasts and down my stomach. His hands grabbed my ankles and pushed my feet up, spreading my thighs and baring my pussy to him.
Heat flooded my face as I watched him stare between my legs. I wanted to protest, but my voice seemed to be gone…for the first time in my life.
I could feel his cum pooling and dripping from me and my body clenched as I realized he was watching it happen. I wondered if I should be embarrassed, but it was so hot I couldn’t be bothered to feel anything but turned on.
His finger slid through the moisture, and my hips bucked at the contact. I was still so close to coming and I wanted to beg him to touch me, to do something to alleviate the razor-sharp pain that was firing through every nerve ending. But all that would come from my lips was a heavy sigh.
Percy leaned forward and I felt his tongue press against my clit, the contact making me jerk under him. He slid one finger inside my pussy, then two, twisting them before pulling them out just to push them back in again. I was soaking wet, I could still feel moisture running down my slit as it escaped around his fingers.
Suddenly, he sucked my clit between his lips as he slammed his fingers back inside, and finally, sweet release washed over me.
“Oh fuck, daddy,” I screamed as I tore at his hair, holding him against my pussy as I jerked and spasmed beneath him.
Aftershocks rocked my muscles, even after he moved back up my body, laying next to me and pulling me half on top of him.
“You called me daddy,” he said, laughter thick in his tone.
“If you hate it, I won’t,” I told him, draping my arm over him. “Honestly, it just sort of slipped out. I wasn’t exactly in control of my brain just then.”
“I don’t hate it,” he whispered. He kissed the top of my head and sighed. “It’s kind of hot, actually.”
“You’re kind of hot, actually,” I said. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
“Practicing was a good idea,” he teased.
“Yeah.” I giggled. “I’d better get back to my room.”
“You’re not going to stay?”
“It’s bad luck to see me before the wedding,” I reminded him. “And it’s almost midnight.” I kissed him then rolled to my feet off the bed.
“Do you want me to help you find your clothes?” he asked.
“Nah, I’ll just grab this.” I yanked the sheet off his bed and wrapped it around myself.
“I love you, Cora,” he said, getting up and pulling me into his arms.
“I love you, too. But I really have to go.”
He kissed me, then released me with a sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be the one in white.” I turned and went to the door, knowing I needed to get back to my room before I changed my mind and stayed the night with him. In less than twenty-four hours, I’d be able to spend every night in his arms. I just had to get through one more day.
Laying back in my own bed, wrapped in a sheet that smelled like Percy, it was all I could do not to rush back to his room, bad luck be damned. But finally, I felt sleep pulling at me, so I closed my eyes and hoped to dream about being back in his arms instead.
Chapter Nine
~ Percy ~
“What time is it?” I asked Donovan, as I straightened my tie in the mirror.
“Still four-thirty, sir.”
“Sorry,” I said, giving him a sheepish smile. “I’m nervous.”
In an hour and a half, I was going to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman who had shocked and rocked me to the core the previous evening. I never imagined that it would be like that, though to be fair, I think it would only ever be that amazing with her. I’d never been so glad in my life that I’d waited to have sex. Not that it had been completely by choice, but fate sure did work in mysterious ways.
“Sir, I’m going to head back to the palace,” Donovan said, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’ll be escorting Cora and your mothers here. Do you need anything before I go?”
“A stiff shot to calm the nerves,” Cora’s father said, clapping me on the back. “That’s all he needs.”
“I’m not a drinker,” I said, holding a hand up in protest. “Thank you, though. No, Donovan, I’ll be okay.”
Donovan gave a small bow then left, leaving me alone with Cora’s dad. It was weird, I’d always thought my own father would be with me on my wedding day. I’d never been happier, but the loss of him kept hitting me in the solar plexus all day. There was a constant knot in my chest and several times I’d had to blink back tears when I remembered that he was gone.
“I know I’m a poor replacement for your dad,” Mr. Jones said. “If you want me to go, I can.”
“No,” I insisted. “I’m glad you’re here. Sorry if I seem a little morose. I promise you, I’m happier than you could imagine to be marrying your daughter.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he said kindly. “I have to admit, we were pretty shocked when she called us. She hadn’t been here twenty-four hours and suddenly she was getting married and becoming queen of a country. It was a lot to take.”
“I would imagine.” I laughed. “I didn’t expect to fall in love with her. It’s fast, but I know it’s right.” I worried now, much more than I had when I’d proposed to Cora, that her family would think I was using their daughter to keep my throne. It had started that way, but now I couldn’t even imagine my life without her in it.
“I know it is, too,” he agreed. “The moment we met you, her mother and I both knew that no matter how insane it sounded to us, this was going to be the best thing for her. And for you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said. “Your approval means a lot to me.”
“Well, you have it,” he assured me. “She’s a handful. Your romance has been so quick, I’m not sure if you’ve grasped the full scope of her yet. She’s got a heart a mile deep, but an attitude ten miles wide.”
“I’ve gotten a glimpse,” I said, smiling. “It’s actually one of the things I love most about her. From the moment I met her, she treated me like a real person. And even after she learned who I was, what I am, she didn’t change the way she talked to me. She makes me feel…I don’t know, like a normal guy.”
“I’m glad you two are happy,” Mr. Jones said. “That’s all a parent can hope for their children.”
“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my wrist where my watch should have been. I’d left it at home by mistake and it was driving me crazy. I should have asked Donovan to bring it to me, but I was such a wreck I hadn’t thought of it.
“It’s almost five.” Mr. Jones squeezed my shoulder. “You sure you don’t want a drink?”
I shook my head. One drop of alcohol and I might barf during the ceremony. I hadn’t been kidding when I told him I wasn’t much of a drinker. And the way my stomach was knotted, there was no way I would risk imbibing on a day that important.
I just wanted to marry Cora. Once the wedding was over, I could calm down. Once she well and truly belonged to me, everything would be better. I didn’t deserve her, but I needed her. And God, I missed her already.
“What time is it?”
Chapter Ten
~ Cora ~
“You look beautiful,” my mom said as she walked into my room.
I was standing on the pedestal again, Kathy making a few last-minute adjustments to the amazing dress she’d found. I think it secretly killed her that she hadn’t been able to make my wedding gown from scratch, but she’d personalized it enough that it may as well have been an original.
The white silk and lace concoction was off the shoulder, exposing my tattoo just as I wanted. It had been the first thing Percy had seen the night we met, it was important to me, in some weird way, that I show it off at my wedding.
My favorite part of the dress, though, was the bottom. Kathy had hand-dyed it in blues and greens tha
t faded up toward the middle of the skirt. It was amazing, something I’d never have thought of myself, but suited me perfectly.
The veil was obnoxious, but Kathy had insisted it was required, so I stood still and let her pin it into my hair.
“Thank you,” I said, blinking back tears at the compliment. “I’m getting married today.”
“I know.” My mom helped me down then hugged me gently, careful not to make too much contact with the dress. “Your father and I are very happy for you. I know I didn’t react well at first, but Percy is a dream.”
“He really is,” I agreed. “I don’t know how I fell in love with him so fast, but I can’t even explain how glad I am that I did. He’s everything I never knew I needed.”
There was a knock at the door and Kathy rushed over to open it. She came back into the room followed by Donovan, who was carrying two boxes, one in each hand.
“Your bouquet,” he said, handing the first box to my mom.
“Thanks,” I said, confusion plain in my tone. “That’s not really your job, is it?”
“No,” he agreed. “But I wanted to bring up your wedding present anyway, so I agreed to deliver that while I was here.”
“Wedding present from who?” I asked, stepping toward him.
“From me.” He thrust the second box at me. “Be careful.”
The box was moving. Just a little, but definitely shaking. And it was heavier than I’d expected. I crouched down, setting it on the floor before opening the top.
“Oh my God!” I reached inside and pulled out the sweetest, fluffiest puppy. Her fur was red merle and her eyes were the brightest blue I’d ever seen.
“Watch the dress,” Kathy and my mother complained in unison.
I couldn’t have cared less. I pulled her to my chest and kissed her head.
“Donovan!” I looked up at him, beaming. “You little softy.”
“Please don’t,” he said. “I just wanted to prove to you that I don’t hate dogs. That’s all.”
“Right.” I shook my head. “What should we name you?” I held the puppy up again and gazed into her gorgeous face. “Hermione?”
“That’s lovely,” my mom said, taking the fuzzball out of my hands. “We don’t want her to pee on the dress. Is there someone who can take care of her? We need to go soon.”
“I’ll take her,” Kathy said. “The housekeeper will find someone to watch after her until you’re back.”
“Mrs. Jones is right,” Donovan confirmed. “We do need to leave. I’ll have the car ready downstairs.”
As they left, Denise came in the room. She looked me up and down and I saw her eyes fill with tears.
“Oh God!” I said, rushing forward to take her hands in mine. “Do you hate it?”
“What?” She looked up at me startled. “No. It’s lovely. You’re beautiful. I don’t know what came over me. I think it just hit me, you’re marrying my baby today.”
“That’s still okay, isn’t it?” My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest and my vision began to swim.
“Oh darling.” Denise laughed softly, pulling me into a hug. “I’m delighted. These are happy tears.” She reached out and brushed moisture from my cheek. “Don’t cry your make-up off. Kathy will have fits.”
“Sorry. I thought for a moment…” I shook my head, trying to breathe through the panic attack that was trying to crawl up my throat at the idea that Denise didn’t want me to marry her son after all. “It doesn’t matter. We’re all good.”
“Well,” my mother said, as she pulled the bouquet out of the box Kathy had left on the dressing table. “Now that we’re all through freaking each other out. We should get downstairs.”
I followed our moms down to the car, where Donovan had to help me inside, thrusting my dress through the door until I was enveloped in a sea of blue, green and white fluff.
“That’s gonna look classy in photos,” I said, trying to shove the dress back down toward the floor.
“We’ll get you straightened out on the way,” Denise assured me.
Then she and my mom got to work, yanking and pulling at the dress until it was smoothed back properly. When we got to the church and Donovan helped me back out of the car, I ended up looking like a real princess in all of the photos that came out later.
“Okay,” the wedding coordinator said, coming into the room with my dad on her heels. “It’s time.”
We had waited in the “cry room” of the church for twenty minutes after we arrived. I’d paced and annoyed the hell out of Donovan, who was the only one who could stay with me, until that woman finally showed up.
“Thank God,” I said, walking over to accept a kiss on the cheek from my dad. “Let’s go get me married.”
“Where is your attendant?” she asked.
“I don’t have one,” I said.
“You have to have one,” she argued. “Someone has to hold your bouquet and hand you the ring.”
“Well, why wasn’t this brought up at the rehearsal last night?” I hissed at her. “Wasn’t that the point of practicing?”
“I thought you knew,” she said, her hand going to her throat. “We’ll find someone.”
“It’s fine,” I said. I turned to Donovan. “You’re up, buttercup.”
“No.” He glared at me.
“Look,” I snapped. “I am getting married in two minutes. You are my best friend here, other than Percy, and you’re already in a tux. Suck it up. You are officially my dude of honor.” I dropped my bouquet on his shoulders as if knighting him.
“Jesus Christ,” Donovan muttered. He accepted the ring from the wedding coordinator and blew out a sigh. “Come on.”
The coordinator walked out, followed by Donovan. I hung back, pulling on my dad’s arm to stop him.
“I love him,” I said, searching my father’s eyes for a sign of approval. I hadn’t gotten to see my dad much since they’d arrived, and I had to know he was happy for me.
“I know you do.” He squeezed my arm. “And he loves you. So, let’s go get you kids married, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, smiling.
Chapter Eleven
~ Percy ~
“When Donovan walked down the aisle in front of you, I thought I was going to laugh right out loud,” I told Cora.
We were alone on the dance floor, swaying softly in our first dance as husband and wife. The ceremony had been beautiful, but we hadn’t had a chance to talk alone until now.
“He’s my best friend,” she said, laying her head on my shoulder. “Who else was going to stand up with me. I mean, he got a us a dog.”
“He what?” I froze for a moment, leaning back to look at her.
“A dog.” She picked her head up and met my gaze.” An Australian Shepherd. Her name’s Hermione and she’s gorgeous. You’re gonna love her.” Cora lay her cheek down on me again. “Dance, silly.”
I picked the rhythm up again, holding my wife in my arms and wondering how life could ever get any better than this. Tomorrow was my coronation, and then I was whisking her away on a three-week honeymoon to Brazil. Neither of us had ever been before, and my family owned land there.
Mother would take care of the day to day running of Gorgonia, while we were gone. She and Cora had agreed that mother would keep her title and position for the time being, which was unusual but not unheard of. When I’d asked Cora why she wanted that, she insisted she wanted to focus on getting knocked up before taking over as queen.
That was fine with me. In fact, I couldn’t wait to get home and start working on babies with her.
“When can we leave?” I whispered. “That dress is beautiful, but I can’t wait to get you out of it.”
“Behave,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t think the future king can disappear from his own wedding without it being noticed.”
“What a shame.” I sighed. “I love you Cora Shire.”
“And I love you, King Daddy.”
“You’re going to kill me.” I groane
d before laying a kiss on her head.
“Not tonight,” she promised.
It felt like days had passed before we finally made it back to the palace. The wedding and the reception had been magical, but all I could think about was getting Cora under me again.
“Are you excited for tomorrow?” Cora asked, as I carried her over the threshold into my room.
“Not as excited as I am about tonight,” I admitted, setting her down on her feet next to the bed.
“Why your highness,” she teased. “Whatever do you mean?”
I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her, my tongue probing at her lips until she opened for me. My cock was rock hard, but I could barely feel the firmness of her body through the layers of silk and lace between us.
My hands roamed up her back, feeling hundreds of buttons. How the hell was I supposed to get this thing off of her?
“There’s a zipper,” she whispered against my lips, as if she’d read my thoughts. “The buttons are decorative.”
My fingers tore at the dress as I devoured her mouth again, gently nipping at her lower lip and growling in frustration as I was unable to locate the pull she promised was back there.
“Turn around,” I commanded, spinning her in my arms when she didn’t move quickly enough.
Now that I could see, I gripped the zipper between two fingers and pulled it down, exposing her perfect back inch by beautiful inch. The dress fell the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of it, and I kicked it away, holding a hand on her hip to keep her facing away from me.
She wore no bra, white lace boy shorts and stockings, and feet were still encased in her heels. As I stared at the bounty that was now my wife, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her.
I pressed my palm to her shoulders, urging her to bend forward over the bed. I heard her breath hitch, but she did as I wanted, resting her upper body against the mattress, her ass bent toward me.
Sliding my hand down her skin, I palmed the globes of her ass, squeezing them firmly before lowering myself to the floor behind her. I trailed kisses up the backs of both thighs, enjoying every shiver and sigh she gave me as I explored her.
