Be Mine… Or Else(22)

I growl audibly and surprise even myself at the sound. “On the bed. And put a pillow under you.”

She turns, showing me her rounded ass, and I have to clench my fists at my side. I keep reminding myself to go slowly, but I have to have her. There’s no time for foreplay.

When I’m naked, I stand at the end of the bed, watching her. I take my cock in both hands and begin to massage it. The rock-hard length needs to ease a little before I take her, so I let her watch as I pleasure myself.

She’s in the middle of the bed, with her golden hair laid out around her. The pillow under her lush ass raises her hips and offers me a perfect view of what I want. It also tilts her hips back so that my seed won’t run out when I breed her. She’ll stay in this position for the next few days. I’ll make love to her in only this position and hold her like this while she sleeps. I’ll feed her from my hand so that she doesn’t go hungry while she grows my baby in her belly.

“Spread your legs,” I order. I should be softer with her now, but I want her too badly. The need for her is pushing down on me, and I can’t fight it any longer.

She does as I ask, and I see the soft pink petals of her pussy. I growl again as I rub my cock, feeling the seed rise in my balls and beg to come out my shaft. She watches me, and her eyes widen with excitement.

“Touch yourself, my queen. I want to see your sweetness drip down before I enter you.”

She brings a shaky hand between her legs and is hesitant to touch her intimate place. After a second she touches her clit tentatively, but only for a moment before she gives up.

“Do you not like your own touch?”

Alena shakes her head and licks her lips. “I like when you do it.”

My cock beats in time with my heart at her words. He’s throbbing with need. “Of course you do. Because my touch is possessive, and it’s the only one you know. It owns you.” I stroke my cock a few more times, and I feel like I might pass out from the pain. “But you are the one who allows me to touch you in that way. See how hard I am for you? See the control you have over me? Your pussy could command me to bring down an empire. Or rule one.”

I watch as her hand goes back to her center and she tries again, rubbing small circles around her clit until pleasure starts to seep out.

“That’s it, my queen. Show me the power you have between your legs.”

I take a step toward her and see the glistening nectar on her cunt. She’s ready for me.

I get on the bed and snag the hand she has on her pussy. I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I move between her legs and rub the head of my cock all over her wetness to slick it up. Once it’s slick with her juices, I press it into her virgin opening and lean my big body over hers.

I take her mouth in a kiss that betrays the tension in my body. I want her fiercely, but I’m trying everything I can not to hurt her. As her tongue comes out to taste mine, I thrust fully into her, and my cock stretches her to capacity.

She lets out a little whine into my mouth, and I kiss her deeper to try to distract her from the pain. We kiss for so long, we’ve both forgotten to move. But when she wiggles under me, I know she’s trying to see if it still hurts.

“Perfect, my queen. So perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I bury my face in her hair. “I love you, Alena.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me to her. “I love you, too, Roman. Make love to me.”

Slowly I do as she asks and pull out of her. I thrust back in again, more firmly this time, and grit my teeth to keep from cumming too soon. I begin a slow rhythm of slowly pulling out and thrusting back into her tightness. It takes a while, but eventually she’s able to take all of my cock.

There’s not a space inside her that I haven’t touched, and that now belongs to me. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her to me as I rut into her and listen to her shouts of pleasure. I grip one of her ass cheeks and hold her hips even higher. I want to breed her the first time we make love.

“Roman. King, please. I’m so close.”

I take the hand off her ass and move it between us to her gentle bud. I rub it firmly as I thrust into her, and I feel her legs cling to me tighter.

“That’s it. Right—”

Her words are cut off as screams of pleasure rip from her throat and into my ears. The sounds alone are enough to send me over the edge. I hold still, so sensitive to her pulses as I cum deep inside her. It’s the greatest feeling in my life, and I don’t ever want it to stop.

“What was that?” Alena says, snorts in disbelief.

How is it adorable when she does that? “What was what, my queen?”

“That wasn’t like anything I’d ever imagined. Can we do that again?”

I laugh with her and feel her body wiggle under mine. I pull out just a few inches and then thrust my hard length back in. The orgasm had no effect on my cock.

“As many times as you wish, my queen.”





Chapter Thirteen





Alena





I wake up when I hear an all too familiar bird call. My eyes flutter open. I roll to my side and see Roman is gone. I sit up, looking around our giant bedroom, but don’t see him anywhere. There’s no light coming from under the bathroom door either. Slipping out of bed, I grab Roman’s shirt off the floor and pull it over my head.

I watch the doorknob to our bedroom rattle. Then I hear a curse, and Tabby does the bird call again. It’s something we’ve done since we were kids. Whenever one of us would want to come to the other’s room when our mom had already told us to stay put, we’d call out, whistling like a bird. I smile as I walk over and flip the lock. I barely get the door open and Tabby has her hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me from the room and dragging me down the hall. As she does, she’s checking doors, looking for an unlocked one.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She turns and shushes me. I roll my eyes and go along with whatever she’s up to. Finally she finds an unlocked door and pulls me into what looks like a library. I glance around it, thinking how perfect it is. I’ve always wanted a library of my own. It even has one of those sliding ladders you use to get books from high shelves.

“Where have you been?” she barks at me, drawing my eyes away from all the books.

“What do you mean? I’ve been with my husband. We got married yesterday. You were there.” I shake my head at her.

“That was three days ago! Three days! I’m having sister withdrawals. We haven’t even talked about stuff.” At the word stuff she wiggles her eyebrows.

“It hasn’t been three days.”

“Yeah it has.” She puts her hands on her hips, adopting her know-it-all face.

I think on it. We have eaten several meals, made love dozens of times, and even taken a few showers and baths together. The room has been locked up tight. Only a few random knocks on the door when someone would leave food. The window curtains have all been closed. The drapes are so heavy no light filters through.

Then I know why. Roman. I’ve been so lost in him. I’m hopelessly in love with him, and the last few days have been the best of my life.

“You’re in love,” my sister says when I don’t respond She knows I’ve gotten lost in thoughts of Roman, just as I’d gotten lost in him over the past few days, it seems. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”

“I am,” I admit easily. “So in love. He’s nothing like I thought he’d be. I know it’s fast, but—”

“Trust me, you don’t have to explain it to me. I see it on your face. And well…” She holds up her hand and I see a giant rock on her finger.

“Oh my God.” I jump on her, and we both tumble to the ground. A fit of giggles bursts from us.

I roll over to look at her after our laughter finally dies down. I grab her finger and look at the ring. It’s simple and beautiful. The band is studded with diamonds, and smaller gems surround the larger central stone.

“Did he pick this out?” I ask, and she nods. “It’s so you.”

“Just like yours,” she says, looking at mine.

Roman gave me my wedding ring during the ceremony, and it’s absolutely perfect. It’s an opal surrounded by diamonds. It’s been in his family for centuries. I felt so honored when he put it on my finger, and I wanted to make him proud of me while wearing it.

Tabby seems flashy and likes to dress up, but deep down she wants a simple life—a house filled with kids while she runs around after them. I might not be into jewelry, but family is the most important thing to me. And my ring is a symbol of that.

“I’m in love, too,” she admits, shrugging one shoulder.

“You’re leaving?” I say, having mixed feelings about it. I would leave with Roman, too, if I had to.

She grabs my hand and links her fingers with mine. “I’m not going far. His house is about a mile from here. Our house,” she corrects herself, a smile lighting up her face.

“Who would have thought a week ago this would be us?”

“I know, Al, it’s crazy!” Tabby says excitedly.

“Alena!” I hear my name bellowed from outside the room, and then I hear doors in the hallway being thrown open. We start laughing again because we know it’s Roman on a mad search for me.