Page 30 of Mated to the Crown
His eyes meet mine and he gives me a small nod.
“I could care less what happens at the palace. You have always been my priority.” He pats my shoulder and with that he is gone. Maybe if I did leave it wouldn’t be so bad. We could build another cottage near ours for Morgan and his wife. Or maybe he would want to settle in the Valley, be something other than my butler. I close my eyes, trying to imagine us all happy and free of the palace’s rules and regulations.
A soft tug pulls at the tread and I smile.
There you are, Princess.
I wait a minute, trying to feel what she is sending me. Determination. Hope. Love.Love.Fuck. I send her emotions back and wish so much we could speak through the bond, but from my reading I need to seal it with a bite. We have done everything but that part and I can not wait to sink my fangs into her. Without thinking I send my lust down the bond and smirk as I feel it returned. I wonder what she is doing right now.
I close my eyes and imagine her laying back on the bed, legs sprawled out with her hand between her thighs. Her fingers slip down into her arousal, tracing around until her fingers are coated. She slips them back up to her clit, a small gasp escaping her as she presses against it.
Fuuuck.
If I keep thinking like this I’ll have to fuck my fist. And with these damn cuffs on. I close my eyes and run my hand over my hardening cock, imagining it is her. Her fingers continue across her clit, her hips tilting forward as small moans leave her mouth. I rip my pants open and grab my shaft, sliding my hand up and down.
That’s when I hear it.
Fuck, I need you Malik.
My eyes widen before realizing she was talking through the bond. Her sweet breathy voice came through the thread into my brain.
I fucking want you so bad, Princess. Are you safe?
My hand slips up and down, precum beading down as I move. A bout of excitement surges in the bond.
You better show me how much you miss me.
There is my spitfire. I move my hand faster, the clunky cuffs clanging as I do but I don’t care. I think of Celeste, one hand pleasuring herself and the other playing with her nipples. God, I want to lick her so bad. I imagine her fingers moving faster, her hand on her nipples sliding down until she slips two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Fuck.” I groan, squeezing my hand tighter as I move. Her back arches, her fingers plunging in and out and her fingers on her clit move faster until she breaks, calling out into the room.
Malik.
She moans my name through the bond and I lose it, my seed splashing on my pants. I take a few deep breaths, holding in my moan.
Tomorrow.
Her voice is but a whisper and the bond goes silent. If I had any questions about her being my mate, they were gone now. I needed to get back to her.
CELESTE
I wake in the middle of the night, a warm feeling wrapping around me until I felt the electricity of Malik. I gasp, looking around the room but he wasn’t there. Laying back down I feel my core clenching, need within me rising until an uncomfortable feeling. I needed him so badly.
I reach for the thread of our bond, trying to feel for him. I felt something but it was different than just his emotions. It was something more tangible.
Malik?
I get no response in words but a feeling. It trickles through the bond, heating up my body like his touch does. I whimper, slapping my hand over my mouth. I can’t be horny in this place!
I try to focus again and soon feel more of him, his pleasure running across my skin. I can’t help it anymore and I slip my fingers into my panties. I slide them lower, already feeling how much I want him. This is so fucked. He’s not even here, I’m at his Uncle’s place, but I can’t stop. I shut my eyes, imagining himabove me. My fingers circle on my clit, pulling my wetness up and around. I use my other hand to cover my mouth as I chase the feeling.
Fuck, I need you Malik.
I groan, pulling the pillow over my head and holding it to muffle my noises. My fingers speed up and I feel a rush of pleasure through the bond.
I fucking want you so bad, Princess.
His voice fills my ears, causing me to bite the pillow. Every nerve ending in my body wants him. Every single fiber of my being wishes he was here with me right now.
