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“You insufferable male,” I seethe.

“Maybe,” he grins at me, “but I won’t apologize for it. At least I’myourinsufferable male.”

“Are you teasing me right now?” I tilt my head, trying to understand what’s happening.

He steps closer to me, my back fully pressing against the stone of the castle wall. “Maybe just a bit,” he whispers, and I feel his hands trail up my stomach, pushing aside the robe, so he can access my bare skin.

I’m at a loss for words when he grips my hips and rolls his into mine, his cock hard and ready for me. He trails his nose up my neck, his hair tickling me just slightly as it trails over my sensitive naked flesh. He peppers light kisses up the column of my neck until he reaches my face.

“You can’t end this conversation early by...distracting me.” My protests sound weak to even me.

“No? I’m going to try anyway. I need to feel you, Breyla.”

Goosebumps dance over my flesh at his words, and I notice myself warm in need to feel him the same.

He grabs my left leg and pulls it up so that I’m wrapped around his waist. My robe falls to the side, leaving me completely exposed below the waist. His fingers trail the space where my thighs meet, and I shiver in anticipation.

I moan loudly as he wraps a hand around my throat, tilting my head back and leaning in to whisper, “Tell me, Princess. How did he fuck you in your dream?”

“From behind. Rough.” I don’t even try to keep the answer from him.

The next moment I’m being ripped from my spot against the wall and thrown on the bed, face first. Before I can try to flip around, he has a hand on the middle of my back, pushing me down into the mattress.

The crown of his dick rubs up and down my pussy, gathering the slickness already forming for him.

“I suggest you find something to cover your mouth if you want the prince to not hear you scream my name again. I already told you I’m done pretending, so you better brace yourself for what comes next.” The next moment I’m filled completely in one thrust, and I find I don’t care if Ayden can hear right now—not when it feels so glorious to be claimed by this male. Because there is no doubt in my mind, I am his.

“And in case you were wondering, you’ll be what’s coming next,” he growls as he begins thrusting in and out of me. The pressure from having him behind me is exquisite, probably my favorite angle so far.

There’s nothing I can do but take every ounce of pleasure he gives me as he drags his dick in and out in a seamless motion that leaves me gasping. I’m suddenly pulled up flush against his chest as he continues his motions in and out. The new position has me moaning loudly as I meet his thrusts with my own. He pinches and rolls my nipple with one hand and bites down on my neck asI scream his name for the second time tonight, my orgasm crashing through me without warning.

“Fucking beautiful, and all mine.” He claims me as his thrusts grow erratic, his own release nearing. It hits him moments later as he moans my name then bites the same spot on my neck. I have no doubt it’s enough to mark me, at least for a few hours. Long enough that I’m sure he’ll find some way to flaunt it in front of Ayden.

We both collapse in a sweaty mess of limbs on the bed, thoroughly exhausted from our combined release. I don’t even bother cleaning myself before I drift off into a deep sleep. This time I’m unbothered by any dreams of mischievous dark-haired males.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

AURELIUS

When I awake next it’s to the feeling of Breyla’s fingers drawing soft patterns down my abs, dancing dangerously close to my dick. I don’t think she’s trying to be erotic, but everything this female does turns me on. I could spend all day with my dick inside her or my tongue tasting every inch of her freckled skin.

Without opening my eyes, I pull my little demon into my chest, leaving a kiss on the top of her head. “Good morning,” I say, my voice raspy.

Her fingers still, and she lays her hand flat on my lower stomach. “Good morning,” she whispers. Her voice lacks her usual bravado and confidence. She sounds like she’s deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, little demon?”

She turns her head to look up into my eyes. “Where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know about you, but the bath sounds like a good place to start.” My voice is full of insinuation of what I’d like to do with her there.

She doesn’t respond to my suggestive tone but slaps me lightly on the stomach. “That’s not what I meant, Aurelius. I mean what comes next for us?”

“I grow tired of repeating myself. How many times must I tell you you’re mine before you finally believe it?”

“That’s just it—Idobelieve you. You’ve made it clear that you aren’t going to let me go, but how exactly are we supposed to be together when you’re betrothed to my mother? There would be a scandal if we were seen in that way together while you’re supposed to be marrying her. You can’t exactly just choose me instead. She’ll be forced to abdicate the crown to me if she doesn't remarry. Gods know nobody wants me on the throne.”

My eyes roll at her undervaluation of her own worth or ability. I can practically see the wheels turning in her pretty little head. She’s both overthinking and not seeing the full picture at the same time. It’s driving her insane.

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