Page 37 of Mated to the Crown
“Like you would give a shit.” Sandra spits before laughing. Isla shoots a look at me and I snap my fingers, rounding the guards up.
“Bring her to the dungeons and start a search for James. Start in their room and work outward. Bring in Jeffries, Morgan, Leslie and Harry to see if they have any ideas.” The guards all move in unison, spreading out where they need to be. Sandra gets pulled away, her laughter echoing in the chapel. I let out a sigh, this is why I left. All this unnecessary bullshit.
“Nicholas.” Isla whispers, walking up to me. It has been years since I have seen her. While she hasn’t aged much in that time I can see the changes. Small creases in her otherwise flawless skin. Her hair is thinning slightly at the temples and I can see the grays popping at the root, devoid of the hair dye I know she uses.
“I didn’t come here for you. I came for Malik. To save him from whatever stupid fucking thing his mother had planned. I’m not staying so don’t get your hopes up.” I say it rougher than I mean to but it doesn’t change the fact I am not coming back. It isn’t worth it. I would rather be in the Valley, holding Daisy close to me and building things. That is where I belong. Isla puts her hand on my shoulder and gives me a nod.
“Sorry it came to this. Thanks for coming. You are always welcome.” She turns and disappears out the front door, the guards surrounding her as she leaves. I let out a breath, turning to see where Malik was but he’s gone. Must be fine then. I turn back around and standing in front of me are the servants I had asked about. I pinch the bridge of my nose. I wanted to leave, not deal with this.
“Please go help Isla and the guards find James. I am leaving.” I mutter.
Morgan takes a step toward me and holds out his hand. I shake it, cocking my head slightly at him.
“We will do our best. Thank you for protecting Malik.”
I pat Morgan’s shoulder and squeeze past the rest of them. The longer I stay here, the more wrapped up I get. I need to get out before I get stuck in here again, pulled from my mate and the baby in her belly.
MALIK
The swirling blue of her irises makes the primal part of me want to bite her so bad. I pull her up to me, pressing my mouth against hers as I pick us up. She is right, we cannot finish the mate bond here. Especially since I will knot her. I didn’t even tell her that part.
Fuck.
“Do you think you can manage until we get to the cottage, or do you want somewhere closer?” I growl, kissing behind her ear. She shivers against me but wraps her arms around my neck.
“The cottage. I don’t want any interruptions.” She smiles and pulls back, giving me a look. I pull her hand up to my mouth and gently kiss her knuckles. I usher her down the ladder and out of the stables, heading back to the garage where the jeep had been. I see Nicholas’ truck and let out a little laugh before pulling Celeste into another garage bay. Opening it I wheel out a motorcycle. It wasn’t my favorite but it would get us where we needed to go. She gives me a look but follows behind me,hopping onto the back and tucking the dress around herself as much as she can.
The ride to the cottage is too long. I am hyper aware of her body clinging to mine on the bike. Her scent surrounds me even with the wind blowing. Her hands clutch around my waist, stirring my cock in my pants. I push the throttle, urging the bike faster until the cottage is in sight.
I pull up to the front door, turning the bike off and flipping the kickstand out. Celeste gets off and I swing my leg over, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me. Our mouths meet and immediately the need to bite her fills me. Our mouths tangle, hands searching each other for purchase. I start pulling her to the cottage, kicking the door behind me open and pulling her through. She squeaks as I grab her ass, smiling against the kiss.
“I fucking missed you.” I growl, flopping back onto the couch with her on top of me. Her eyes meet mine, widening her hips to straddle me.
“Oh, did you? How much?” She smirks and presses herself down, rubbing against my cock. I kick my feet off the couch, grabbing her and lifting her up as I stand. Our mouths connect again, the passion and neediness coming through.
“So, fucking much. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. I can’t wait to mark you so everyone sees. I can’t wait to kiss that mark every day. I can’t wait to fuck you.” As I talk I walk toward the bedroom, nudging the door open and looking at the bed. I give her a look before striding in and leaning her back. Watching her lay down on the bed, lips pouty and red, her body already writhing and ready for me, makes me lose control. I lean down, pulling off her shoes and throwing them to the side. I kiss up her calves, to the backs of her knees and to her inner thighs. She reaches out, grabbing my shirt and pulling me up to her so our lips meet.
“I think you already kissed down there.” She whimpers. My hands push hers above her head. I place my hand over her wrists and move the other down to pull her dress up. Her eyes widen as she watches me, trying to peek between us.
“Eyes up, Princess.” I whisper. Once her dress is high enough I unbuckle my pants, pushing them down enough to let my cock free. I stroke it a couple times before rubbing it against her wet pussy. A low groan leaves me and I look up at her.
“Malik.” She whispers, pressing her hips up against me. I slide my head through her arousal, teasing her entrance. Her moans and gasps fill the room before I slip into her. My head falls back slightly, relishing in the feeling of her warmth.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect.” I grit out, moving back and forth with each word. Her hands ball into fists above her head. Her back arches against me and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her neck. I let my tongue wander across her skin. I kiss and lick from the tattoo of her shoulder, across her collarbone, up the side of her neck until I nestle my mouth against her ear. I move faster, feeling her tighten as I do and her little noises keep getting louder.
“I need to tell you one more thing.” I growl.
“Bite me, Malik.” She whimpers, baring her neck to me. I press my tongue against her neck and slide it back up to her ear.
“Not yet, baby. But I am going to fill you so full and knot you so nothing comes out.” The shifter in me growls, my hips curve so I hit that spot inside her with the head of my cock and she loses control, grabbing my shoulders and digging her nails in.
“Fuck, yes.” She moans and I smile.
“That’s my good girl. Now flip over.”
Her eyes snap open and she looks up at me, embarrassment on her face. I slow down my hips and pull out, making her whine in protest. I motion for her to move andhesitantly she does. I step back off the bed, pulling her back until her knees are on the edge, her ass in the air and her pussy on full display.
“So fucking sexy.” I groan. My hands go to her hips, clutching at the soft curves of her body. I move closer to her, urging her backward until my cock rubs against her. She buries her face in her arms, scooting back further against me. “Are you sure you are ready?”
