Page 18 of Royal Protector

I insert a finger into her wetness, growling once I’m fully inside. “So fucking tight,” I murmur. “You’ll be this tight around my dick, won’t you? You’ll squeeze me so hard, I won’t be able to stand it. I’ll fill you so good, and you’ll fit just right around me.”

“Please,” she says. “I’m going to . . . I’m going to . . .”

“That’s right, you’re fucking going to,” I say, nipping at her with my teeth.

She moans even louder as her words fade away, but we don’t have the time for me to keep going. We need to get back to the conference, so I pull out all of my tricks.

I clamp my lips around her swollen clit and suck hard, and she’s gone. Her hand falls, revealing her mouth open in a silent scream as shudders rack her body. Her legs clench around me in the same rhythm as the pulses squeezing my finger.

When she finally comes down from her orgasm, I pull out that same finger and bring it to my lips to taste her. She tastes like the sweetest orange blossom honey.

“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her brown eyes unfocused and dazed. “I never knew . . .” She glances down at my pants, where my cock is swollen against the seams of my trousers, begging for her touch. “Should I take care of you?”

My dick twitches at the thought, but I take a deep breath to control myself. “No, baby,” I say, lowering her limp leg gently to the ground, making sure she’s steady enough to stand on her own. “When we touch each other again, it’s not going to be in a janitorial closet. I’ll treat you like the princess you are.”

She nods, and then, she fists my shirt and pulls me to her. She dips her lips to mine, her gratitude and lust showing in every movement of her tongue. I’m addicted to her taste, but all too soon, we pull apart, smoothing our hair and clothing.

“Until next time?” I ask, giving her a hopeful grin.

She grins right back at me, her lips swollen from the kiss, and I’m an absolute goner. She’s the most perfect woman I’ve ever known.

If all the time I get with my Mate is these next few days, then I’m going to enjoy every moment, and leave the consequences for another time.

ISABELLA

Antoine and I don’t get any alone time for the next day and a half. The conferences are going surprisingly well, and except for Buck Galston’s tirade early yesterday morning, everyone has been very civil. Unfortunately, that means I haven’t been called upon to settle any major issues, which grates me more than I had expected.

I loved verbally sparring with the Alpha werewolf. I felt useful for once in my life, like I could actually put all my training and knowledge to good use. And now? Now I’m once again a decorative object, keeping my mouth shut during the discussions.

This morning, there was a discussion regarding transportation fees and regulations for travel between territories. Most people would find that boring as hell, but I was thrilled. I had so many ideas bubbling up inside me, ways to ensure safety and financial gain. But instead, I stayed quiet, clenching my fists in frustration.

Antoine can sense it, I know. Whenever I am frustrated, he brushes his hand against my thigh, which soothes and distracts me. It makes me think of our time in the closet, not that it had left my mind much anyway.

I never dreamed it could be like that between two people. It was as if he were inside me, feeling my pleasure and adjusting his every movement to bring more. When I came, I saw stars, and my heart ached for the missing Mate bond.

I can’t imagine what he felt on his end. He must have experienced every bit of pleasure and ecstasy. I wonder if he tucked it away in his memory for the dark days ahead.

After a knock on the door, Martina comes in, dressed in an elegant black gown with a cashmere shawl. She is here to dress me once again for the second gala, and this time, I am excited. Once again, I will get to dance for hours in Antoine’s arms.

“You’re looking happy,” she observes, her thin lips pressing together.

“I’m enjoying my time here in Louisiana,” I say blandly. “It’s very different than Madrid.”

“That it is,” she shakes her head. She hates it here, preferring the sophistication and easy familiarity of home. “Come on now, let’s do hair and makeup first. You’ll be wearing the pink gown today.”

She leaves my hair but starts putting loose spiral curls in it with a curling wand. I shake my head at her effort—I have such thick hair that this will take at least an hour. Good thing she came to my cabin earlier than last time.

We sit silently for a few moments before I summon the courage to say, “Why can’t I participate more in the conference?”

I don’t have to be able to see her face behind me to know she’s frowning. “What do you mean?”

“I know just as much as all the Alphas and delegates in that room. More even. Why can’t I act as a leader too? I have so many ideas that would help both the werewolves and the vampires, and I think they would do well to put their trust in me if I could win it.”

“Who has been putting these ideas in your head?” she says sharply. “Is it that Jack? I knew as soon as we got here that he was a bad influence.”

I’m stunned by the fact that she referred to our host as “that Jack” with such derision.

“He’s always harping on about the old ways and how things need to change. He wants more alliance with the vampires and the witches too. The witches! They’re nothing more than humans pretending to play with monsters.”

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