Page 15 of Beautiful Heart

“Why the living room?”

“Because being this close to a bed is causing my body to demand actions that you are nowhere near ready for.”

It only took a moment for Gerri to realize that Livingston was keeping his lower body from brushing against hers. Canting her lower body forward, she felt the long, thick erection press into the flesh of her body.

Instantly, her pussy began to dampen and prepare itself as a different kind of hunger filled her. When she tilted her head back and licked her lips, Livingston growled softly before releasing her and stepping back.

“No. None of that until after we talk about your future and our bonding and what life will be like as the mate of the prince of this coven. Now come over here and eat something before you go get your shower.”

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Livingston waited until Gerri had eaten and was in the shower before he left her room. Having her in his bedroom for the last three days, holding her each day as he slept had driven him to the edge of his control. All he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and maybe tie her down with silk ropes, so he could fuck her until they were fully mated, and then a hundred, a thousand, a million times more.

Stepping into the first room down the hall from his bedroom, he closed and locked the hall door before heading to the bathroom. Opening his trousers, he shoved them and his boxers to his thighs to free his cock and balls. He sighed at the immediate release of pressure against the swollen flesh. Despite Gerri’s interest, both in physical and mental senses, he needed to maintain some semblance of control, at least until she knew what she had signed on for.

Opening the nearest drawer, he found a sample packet of the lube that was present in all the guest rooms. His staff kept the guest rooms stocked as if they were hotel rooms. Filling his palm with lube, Livingston wrapped his hand around his cock, sucking a breath as cold lube met hot, engorged flesh.

He began the slow up and down slide, gritting his teeth to keep from groaning loud enough for everyone in the building to hear him. Closing his eyes, his hand tightened around his shaft as it began to move from root to tip.

He pictured his mate in the shower on the other side of the wall. Her smooth ivory skin glistening as the water ran down from bare shoulders to full breasts then over belly, ass, and thighs. His mate might not think she was anything special, but Livingston knew better. She was beautiful, lush, a prime specimen of woman.

She was perfect, an ideal match for him.

His hand moved faster and faster as his imagination showed him Gerri stepping out of the shower, crossing the bathroom floor, and kneeling before him.

“My prince,” she murmured before opening her mouth and taking his cock deep.

Livingston growled, the sound overly loud as his hand flew over his cock again and again. Three more strokes and he was howling as his orgasm blasted through his body, gathered in his cock, and then raced out the tip of his cock in rhythmic pulses.

His hand slowed its stroking, but continued to massage his length until the skin grew too sensitive to touch. Leaning against the counter, Livingston worked just to breathe. It took several moments before his knees did not feel like overcooked noodles and he did not want to curl up on the marble floor for a nap.

When his body had recovered sufficiently, he cleaned up and redressed before wiping up the mess he had made on the floor. He made a note to ask the housekeeper to have the bathroom floor cleaned properly.

Checking his appearance in the mirror one last time, Livingston left the bathroom and made his way back to his bedroom. He felt only somewhat more controlled. At least now he wouldn’t attack and mate Gerri before he could explain what lay ahead for them.

He hoped.

That confident feeling lasted until Gerri emerged from the bathroom wearing his black velvet robe. It was huge on her, and made her look adorably sexy.

Her shower had left her flushed, or maybe she was aroused as he had been. They needed to get out of this room before he acted on the renewed need that caused his cock to reawaken even as he smiled at her.

“Come on,” he said, guiding her out of his bedroom and into more public areas where he would be less tempted to fuck her.

He led the way to the living room. Though he wanted to sit on the couch with her, as close as he could get, he forced himself to sit in the rocker-recliner several feet away. Teresa, his housekeeper, entered from the kitchen with two mugs. She handed him one and then set the other on the end table beside Gerri. “Hope you enjoy this,” she said with a small smile.

“Thank you,” Gerri returned as she picked up the mug.

“Please see we aren’t disturbed,” Livingston added as the woman stepped back from his mate.

Teresa nodded and left the room, closing the double doors behind her.

This room and his bedroom were soundproofed to a degree that even vampires and shape-shifters couldn’t hear what was being said even if they stood with their ears pressed to the door.

“Now, Princess,” he said when Gerri sat and looked down into her mug. “What questions do you have about your future as princess of the city’s vampire coven?”

Chapter Nine

Gerri studied the contents of her mug as she contemplated her question. It looked like deep, dark hot chocolate, her favorite. She took a sip and fought down a moan of appreciation for the thick, sweet, slightly spicy taste.

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