Page 106 of Royal Beast
I want to believe him. I do. But there's something in the way Rory’s eyes linger on Clary, something in the tension between them that makes me wonder if there might be something between them.
“I don’t know, Kellan,” I say quietly, amusement flickering as I watch Rory twirl Clary around, dipping her low to the ground before picking her up and dancing off with her. “I’ve never seen them like this before.”
He looks over again, this time with more attention, but his expression doesn’t shift. "Trust me. Rory’s totally married to his role as leader, sweetheart. He’s not interested in Clary like that. She’s just his assistant.”
I decide to let it go. If they want to have fun, I’m not about to stop them. Right now, I’m more focused on my husband and the way I feel in his arms. The alcohol is going to my head, making me feel warm inside, amplifying my happiness.
As it gets later, Alannah comes to pick up Rose, having bonded with her through the role of doting auntie. She’s going to watch our daughter for us while we take a short honeymoon, overjoyed to finally have something to contribute to the family business, even if it’s just babysitting duty.
The DJ announces the end of the reception and we’re sent off in a haze of sparklers, the two of us climbing into a limo that will take us to the airport. We’re going to a little island off the coast for a few days.
As soon as we climb inside, our hands are all over each other, peeling off layer after layer as we start kissing furiously, teeth nearly clacking together in our haste. Kellan tastes like champagne and cake, and I run my fingers through his curls, tugging on a strand.
He groans and lifts my petticoat, disappearing underneath it. The divider is rolled up, blacked out for our privacy, and we take full advantage as he peels away my panties, pushing myknees apart to dive between my thighs, spreading me open like a delicious treat.
His tongue circles my clit and I moan, delirious with want. Kellan’s tongue and teeth brush over me, and it zings down my spine, my hands moving to cup his head, pressing him more insistently against me.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I whisper, breathing harshly as he rolls his tongue and shoves it into my slickened entrance, flicking it back and forth. “Fuck, just like that, Daddy!”
Kellan makes a muffled noise, a cross between a moan and a whimper, and his tongue moves faster, fingers joining the expedition as he starts circling my clit with his finger.
I throw my head back against the seat, curls flattening as I writhe, desperate for more. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I beg, all but humping his face as he eats me out. His finger presses harder, tongue moving even faster, and I shove my fist in my mouth, coming apart.
“Kellan!” I cry out, sharp and muffled. He continues to lick me through my orgasm, only pulling away when I slump backward.
He emerges from under my dress with a devilish grin, his face shiny with my slick, and kisses me, the taste of me on his lips.
“I love you,” I say when we break apart. “I’m so glad I decided to marry you.”
“I love you too,” Kellan says, twining our fingers together. “I’m glad that you decided to marry me too.”
As we get closer to the airport, I find myself excited at the thought of having him all to myself for the next three days, and I squeeze his hand, gazing up at him, eyes wet with adoration.
I truly love this strong, courageous, stubborn, hard-headed, amazing man, and I can’t imagine a life without him in it.
50
KELLAN
It’s been a few months since everything with the Russians settled down, and for the most part, things have been calm. I don’t trust calm. It always feels like the quiet before the storm, but for now, I’m grateful. The last few months have been a breath of fresh air.
Darcy’s been focused on her book, Rose has started at a new preschool, a Montessori school, and I’ve been busy with the new casino. We’re finally breaking ground next month.
As I sit in my office going over some paperwork, my phone rings. I glance down and see that Darcy is calling me. I’m confused since it’s the middle of the day, but I answer it quickly, expecting to hear about some small thing with Rose or a question about dinner.
“Kellan,” she says, “Can you come home?”
Immediately, my heart skips a beat. The worry creeps in fast, and my mind races with a thousand possibilities. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
She chuckles, a smile in her voice. “Everything’s fine. Just come home when you can. I have a surprise for you.”
I exhale in relief, though I’m still confused. “A surprise?”
“Yeah,” she says, sounding almost giddy now. “Just hurry home. It’s important.”
Too impatient to stay at work a moment longer, I grab my keys and head out the door, my mind buzzing. What could it be?
When I get home, the apartment is quiet and I make my way into the kitchen, where Darcy is standing, holding something in her hands, a smile on her face. When she sees me, her smile grows even bigger.
