“I know,” I said, fucking her deep. “You can’t stop thinking about my royal cock.”
She gasped as I began to fuck her harder. I knew what she wanted as I put her hands up above her head. She wanted me to take and to destroy her, to make her body bend to exactly what I wanted. She wanted me to make her mine, and that was what I was going to do.
I pressed myself deep inside her, pinning her hands above her head and kissing her lips. She moaned, loving it, so I teased her nipple with my tongue and bit it softly. That made her moan again as I fucked her, sliding in and out of her soaking pussy.
I released her hands and she grabbed on to the headboard bars. I cradled her head toward me, fucking her in deep, rough thrusts. I could feel the sweat beginning to drip down our bodies as we worked together, her hips rolling against mine as I thrust deep inside her, fucking her deep.
I kissed her and then bit her lip, fucking her harder. She groaned, tipping her head back. I released her and then took her hair, pulling it slightly and grabbing her hip with my other hand.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasped. “So fucking close. Please, Trip. Fuck me.”
“I’m your fucking king now,” I whispered to her. “I’m your fucking king, and you’re going to come for the king.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Trip. Come inside me. I want to feel it inside me.”
That set my fucking blood on fire. I fucked her harder, my thrusts getting more insistent. I wanted to fill her pussy with my hot cum, wanted to fuck her deep and fill her up with it. I wanted to put a fucking heir in her belly.
She began to come, slowly at first, then faster, her body twitching, her back arched. She said my name again and again, and I groaned, unable to hold myself back.
I came deep inside her. “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh fuck yes. Come inside me.”
I came heavy, my mind a blank of pleasure as I continued to fuck her, our orgasms rolling through our bodies. My mind was like a pinpoint, laser-focused on her body as I came deep inside her.
Slowly we finished. I pulled back and laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“My shoulder is bleeding again.”
She looked at me, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll get a medic to stitch me up.” I kissed her softly on the mouth and then checked her thigh. She was just fine.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her.
“I love you, Trip,” she said.
“I love you too,” I answered. “And now that we’re working on an heir, we’re going to have to make this official.”
She blinked at me. “Are you serious?”
“I’m very serious. I want to make you mine, and I’m going to.”
She bit her lip and looked away. “Show me the ring; then we’ll talk.”
I laughed and kissed her neck. “Okay, my fucking sexy queen.”
“Queen.” She shook her head. “That’s insane.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
I kissed her softly again, and I meant it. One day, she’d be my queen and all of this would feel normal.
We had a long road ahead of us, but the war was going to end now that I’d decided to commit some serious forces to crushing them. And she was going to need to learn Starklandian.
Plus, the people weren’t going to like a foreigner as their queen.
But I wasn’t worried about any of it. The only thing I needed was next to me in this bed. Bryce was going to be my queen, and she was going to give me little princes and princesses.
The royal line wouldn’t end with me. While I couldn’t say that mattered so much to me, it did matter that Bryce was the one who was continuing it with me. Without her, all of this would seem less important.
I had what I needed and didn’t even realize it.
I had Bryce to make me whole again.
37
Bryce
Two Years Later
“Come on, Leo,” I said in a singsong voice. “We’re going to see daddy.”
He cooed up at me and I laughed.
“I know. He’s been busy lately. But it’s not exactly easy setting up elections in a country like Starkland. You’ll see one day.”
I walked down the castle hallway, and for the thousandth time I got this incredibly surreal feeling. I couldn’t believe that this was my home now, that this baby was my baby, and that these clothes were mine.
I was dressed in a long gown, fit for a queen.
Since I was a queen now, of course.
Queen of Starkland, plus a bunch of other titles that I was pretty sure were made up but sounded pretty good. Mostly I was just Bryce, and the king was just Trip. That was good enough for us. I tried to insist on that to my guards and my assistants, but they refused. Something about tradition.