Page 36 of Mated to the Crown
His mouth pulls away and I can just imagine the smirk on his face.
“What do you need?” His voice is low and it makes my head swim with a heady feeling. I grumble, writhing on the hay. “Tell me, baby.”
“Fuck. I need you in me.” I whimper.
His hand slides over my wet pussy before slapping it lightly. I gasp, sitting up and looking down at him between my legs.
“Patience.” He raises an eyebrow. I can’t help but stare at him. My arousal on his face, his devious smile, the way his hair is all askew. He’s perfect. “What are you looking at, hmm?” He stands up, crawling on top of me and pinning me to the hay. His mouth hovers inches from mine.
“You.” I whisper. “I’m looking at my Prince.” I feel the heat in my cheeks as I say it and his face softens. He brushes my jaw with his knuckles and kisses me on the top of the nose.
“I need to tell you something.”
My heart stops, my stomach drops and for a moment I don’t know what he is about to say. We are sprawled out on topof each other in the hay loft, about to fuck and now he wants to say something?
He lets out a low chuckle. “It’s not bad. I just wanted to tell you the final step of the bond.”
“What?” I whisper, scrunching my eyebrows together.
“The final part, it will bond us for good. There will be no going back.” He speaks quietly but grinds his hips against mine. I let out a soft whimper and close my eyes.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“I need to bite you.” He growls in my ear. For some reason thinking of him biting me, marking me, sends electricity through me in all the right places.
“That sounds kinda sexy.” I giggle, looking up at him.
“Well, I mean the only time to do it is during sex so…” He trails off, pressing his hips against me.
“A-are you asking me? To accept the bond and your bite?” I whimper again and look up at him.
He nods and I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. Our tongues swirl together and for a moment I think I’m going to explode right there with all the teasing. He pulls away slowly.
“Will you accept?” He says in a hushed voice.
“We better find a real bed. I don’t want to seal the bond here.” I look around the hay loft. While this technically was my safe space, I don’t know if I wanted to be picking hay out of my clothes for the rest of the day. He laughs and nuzzles his nose against my neck.
“I mean, we can still fuck up here and do the mate bond later. You are pretty fucking wet and I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” His low voice and the dirty things he says turns me on way more than it should.
“Then fuck me.” I whisper.
NICHOLAS
“I can’t believe this shit.” Isla mutters.
Isla looks like she is going to scream. Her normally posed stance is so askew, her face is bright red and if she could I’m sure there would be steam coming out of her ears. I try to hold back my laugh.
“Which part? The part where I’m here or the part where Sandra is trying to double cross you?” I lean back against a pillar in the chapel. Most of the audience has filtered out. Some family members and higher level servants are seated near the back. Isla is standing and Sandra is currently being cuffed by the guards. Isla whips her head to me, pointing a finger at me.
“I thought you were dead.” She snarls.
“That was the point, sister.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest. “You wanted the throne so badly, so I disappeared. Made the whole thing easier for you.” I push off the pillar, stepping closer to her. She was tall, but not as tall as I was. I lean closer to her, lowering my voice. “Since you know, you faked the whole Goddess mark.”
“How dare you.” She shakes her head but steps back, pushing past me to walk toward Sandra. I glance around the room, realizing James is not here. I click my tongue, wondering if Sandra already took care of him.
“Where is James? I do wish to see him.” I ask, turning to face Sandra. She doesn’t hunch over or hide from us, if anything she stands tall and keeps her face neutral.
“Where is he?” Isla asks as she stands in front of Sandra. Sandra looks up at Isla before a wicked smile spreads on her face. “If you’ve hurt him…”
