Page 54 of Royal Beast
DARCY
As the soft morning light filters through the curtains, I stir awake, the feel of warm hands wrapped around my midsection. For a moment, I linger in the calm serenity, bathed in a feeling of peace I’d not felt in a long time. The events of last night play back in my head and a smile tugs at my lips as I stretch slightly, Kellan’s arm tightening around me, trying to keep me from moving.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this relaxed. Even the ever-present tension in my chest feels lighter.
I know that last night didn’t magically fix everything. There are still unanswered questions, lingering doubts, and things I’ve kept buried that he still doesn’t know about yet.
But last night felt like the start of something new, like we were finally on the same page for once.
I glance over at Kellan, his face softer in his sleep, and smile, brushing his hair off his forehead. Shifting carefully out of his grip, I slip out of the bed and wrap myself in my blue silk robe before padding toward Rose’s room. She’s already awake, her little arm tucked protectively in a sling while she plays quietly with some tiny dolls.
“Good morning, Petal,” I say, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
Her sleepy little smile is worth the late night and the early start. Helping her into something comfortable, I carry her into the kitchen.
Kellan appears, barefoot and rumpled while Rose chugs her orange juice and I push the eggs around the pan—scrambled, just the way Rosie likes them.
“Good morning, Darce,” he says, leaning down to kiss me, pulling me close.
“Careful,” I tease after I break away. “You don’t want burned eggs.”
“If it means getting a little more time with you, then I’ll take my chances,” he flirts back. My smile grows wider, and I glance over to see Rose sticking her fingers in the bottom of her cup.
Before I can say anything, Kellan swoops in. “Oh, boy, that looks like fun, but how about we wash our hands before breakfast?” he offers.
The rest of the morning is spent in a whirlwind, getting Rose cleaned up after breakfast, getting dressed, and then the two of us head off for our respective workdays.
Despite being busy at work, my thoughts constantly drift to Kellan and how amazing last night was, especially waking up next to him. I find myself excited to see him again tonight, practically rushing through the last meeting of the day so I can wrap things up and head home.
Once I get home, Rose is bouncing off the walls, excited to tell me about all the things she and Doreen did during the day. I dismiss Doreen and the maid, wanting to make dinner myself tonight, and when Kellan comes home, he pulls me in for a searing kiss, the promise of more later tonight in his eyes.
It’s clear I wasn’t the only one thinking about last night all day.
By the time we get Rose ready for bed, the two of us are practically antsy. We’ve been exchanging heated glances and lingering touches all evening.
Once we’re alone in the bedroom, Kellan pulls me into him, pressing his mouth to mine, hands already tugging at my blouse.
My hands fly up to Kellan’s chest, pulling open each button on his shirt, and soon, we’re both naked, kissing furiously on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I say, my voice soft and breathy before I cup his face in my hands and drag him in for another kiss.
When we break apart, Kellan gives me a heated look, biting his lip. “What do you want, Darcy?” he asks, his voice heavy with desire.
A sudden burst of an idea flashes through my mind. “You know what I’d really like?” I purr, my tone turning seductive.
He reaches out, running a thumb over my lower lip. “What would you like, Wildflower?”
“I want you to spank me,” I say, leaning into the touch. “I’ve got the urge to be tied up and spanked, Daddy.”
Kellan flashes a look of surprise, brow furrowing for a moment before his features smooth out and his lips quirk upward into a grin. “Ah, I see. My princess wants to be punished for thinking about Daddy all day long without his permission?”
I nod, pressing my chest into his as I look into his eyes. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl, Daddy. Spank me.”
Kellan reaches out, fisting a handful of my hair at the back of my scalp, tugging my head back so he can look me in the eyes. “Get on your knees,” he growls, blue eyes turning darker. “You’re going to take five swats, Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mewl out, shifting so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed.
“What’s your color?” he asks as he moves to stand behind me.
“Green, Daddy,” I tell him, turning to look over my shoulder. Kellan’s eyes are hooded as he takes in the sight of me, naked, baring my ass for him as he stands there. He reaches back and I turn forward, shutting my eyes and bracing myself for the sting.
