I shove a hand up her shirt and yank down her bra as I squeeze her full breast. My need is too strong, and I can’t hold back as I squirt my cum all over her pussy and the insides of her thighs. I look down and see some of it even landed on the floor. I keep thrusting, though, pretending to fuck her pretty cunt until I feel her squeeze me and her body tenses in my arms. She cries out against my hand, and I tell her soft, sweet words to encourage her orgasm to keep going.
Once her body is wrung out, I reach down and pull her panties up. But before I take my cock away, I press the rounded tip to her opening. “It’s almost time, princess. Soon you’ll be mine in every way.”
I step back and put her panties back in place, letting the mess I made on her stay where I put it.
“Now go, princess. Or you’ll be late for your ladies’ lunch.” I spank her ass and push her out from the curtains.
She’s wobbly at first and then straightens, brushing her skirt down as a servant walks by. She nods to them as they greet her, and I have to bite back a smile. She’s marked by me, and she’ll feel me between her legs until I’m with her again tonight.
I watch her join the other women at the table, then I slip free and make my way back to my car that’s parked down the street. When I get there, I grab my phone and make a call.
“Tomorrow. Move everything to tomorrow.”
“But your highness—” The planner starts to protest, but I cut him off.
“It’s tomorrow or it’s your job. You decide.”
I hang up the phone and grip the wheel with both hands. I’ve waited long enough to have Alena, and I won’t wait another fucking second. I’ll go to her tonight, but I want her bound to me by royal law when I breed her. And make no mistake, she’ll be bred before the sun sets on us another day.
9
Alena
I open my bedroom door and peek down the hallway, making sure no one is in there before I slip out. I head for my sister’s room, needing to talk to her. Today’s been crazy. Okay, the last forty-eight hours of my life have been crazy. I find out I’m getting married to a brute of a king, who’s constantly popping out of nowhere and doing deliciously terrible things to me. Okay, not terrible, but it makes me feel better to think it.
I don’t know if I want to smack him or kiss him. The worst part is I haven’t gotten to have a moment alone with my sister since we separated after dinner yesterday. I’ve been dying to talk to her about everything. She has no idea about the two times Roman’s shown up or the things we’d done. Each time we try to get a moment together, someone interrupts us.
Since I woke up this morning I’ve been on the move with my bridal shower. My mom made a giant deal out of. She invited everyone from here to the moon. There were people there I’d never seen in my life. And when it wasn’t my mother rushing me around, Roman’s mom was hovering close, shooting my mother death glares and asking me a million questions about myself. And, oh yeah, when am I going to give her grandbabies?
I’m not sure these families are going to like each other, but I did notice Roman’s mom only gave my mom death glares when my mom snapped at me or barked an order. Then, to top it all off, we found out midafternoon the wedding would be tomorrow. That sent everyone running to get things done. It was already almost midnight and I’d barely gotten changed into my pajamas, and knew I couldn’t stay in my room tonight. I had to talk to my sister.
I get to her door and grab the knob. I go to turn it, but it doesn’t work. It’s locked. We never lock our doors. There’s no reason to, and oftentimes we end up in each other’s beds. I hear a giggle from her room and press my ear against the door. Then I hear a moan.
Oh my God.
I knock on the door lightly and wait.
“Coming,” I hear her say in a high-pitched voice. Then she starts whispering. “Get in the closet. Oh God, you’ll never fit in the closet. What do they feed you? I bet that—” I knock again, knowing my sister just got off topic and would never come to the door.
“It’s me,” I whisper in a voice that’s way louder than it should be. I look up and down the hall to make sure no one is coming.
The door swings open, and my sister is standing there in a shirt that’s clearly not hers. Her hair is a wild mess, and her make-up looks like she slept in it. But we haven’t gone to bed yet. We only parted from my mother thirty minutes ago.
“What is going on?” I half-yell. She grabs me by the arm, pulls me into her room, and shuts the door behind us.
“Shh,” she snaps.
“Don’t shh me,” I snap back, pointing my finger at her and narrowing my eyes. I want to know what’s going on. She smiles at me, and I want to roll my eyes.