Page 22 of His Savage Sweet

And she was all mine.

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Anna

I smiled at I collapsed on the green duvet which covered the large bed. It would have to be large; it was Wulf’s. And since I was now his wife, it was mine too.

It was still so hard to believe that I could belong to a prince, and he could belong to me, but I could no longer doubt it.

“Mmmmm,” I hummed when he gathered me in his arms and pulled me up against his chest. “Ye’re amazing.”

“Me?”

When he chuckled, I felt it reverberate through my heart and my core.

“Ye’re the one who makes me lose control.”

I snuggled my arse tighter against his fading erection. “Maybe I like ye when ye lose control, my prince.”

“Yer prince, eh? I like the sound of that.” He squeezed me. “That makes ye my princess, ye ken.”

I laughed out loud as I twisted in his hold until I was facing him. “Dinnae be silly. I cannae be yer princess.” I remembered what he said about being a servant. “I’m yer pastry chef.”

“Aye.” He kissed my forehead, then my nose. “And I’m the luckiest damn gourmand in all of Faencairn.”

I smiled as our lips met. “Just Faencairn?” I prompted around his kisses, reaching down to tug on his cock.

I felt it stiffen once more as he chuckled. “Perhaps the world.”

“That’s right, my prince,” I murmured as I rose up to my knees and trailed kisses down his chest to the patch of curls his cock now jutted proudly from. Right before I locked my lips around that delicious beast, I smirked up at him. “And I’m going to prove it.”

Epilogue

Wulf

“Isn’t he just perfect?” Anna whispered to me as we stepped out of Rickard’s royal suite of rooms and pulled the door closed behind us. “Just so tiny and absolutely perfect.”

“Eh.” I shrugged with a grin. “He’s aright.”

She knocked her shoulder with mine, knowing I was joking. I’d mellowed on Rickard over the last year, but it was still a little irritating how the man always managed to be so damn perfect.

His first child—Prince Iain—was no exception, and even I had to admit the infant was adorable. My parents were over-the-moon excited and were already talking about more grandbabies.

I grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her towards me. “Ye looked amazing in there, holding that bairn.”

She blushed but didn’t look away. I loved that about her; she was my equal, even if she was suddenly elevated from pastry chef to princess. After all, I might be a prince, but I was also just the captain of the guard, “the Beast of Faencairn”.

We were all someone different underneath, and I loved that she saw the real me…and loved me for it.

I pressed her up against the wall of the corridor, not caring who saw when I kissed my wife. And she, instead of being embarrassed, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.

“Anna,” I growled against her skin, “I love ye. Ye looked so damn perfect in there with that infant. Makes me want to take ye back to our rooms and put a bairn in ye right now.”

I pictured it: Anna, on her back in our bed, maybe with her arse held up in the air with a pillow; me fooking hard and fast while she played with herself. The Falconer and the Oyster—it was one of our favorite positions. At the moment.

Maybe she’d even fondle her tits with her other hand, the same way she had that first night together. The night she confused me so much, got under my skin. I think I fell in love with her that very evening, when I went to find out about blue cheese savories…

“Too late.”

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