Page 60 of Maid for the Alien Prince

“It’ll take some time for them to trust you, and that’s if they agree to come back.”

“They don’t need to trust me,” he said. “They already trust you.”

I arched my neck and peered up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “They would need to know your offer is real. You would have to come with me.”

“Then we’ll go together. With your relationship with them and my authority as the new Prince, we can build something really great here. We’ll offer them much better terms than they ever had before, much lower rent, maybe even free rent—”

“No, not free. People only value what they pay for. They’ll pay rent but whatever we earn from it, we’ll reinvest in new facilities to improve their way of life.”

He smiled down at me. “‘We?’”

I was shocked. “Sorry. Not we. I mean you, of course. My ambition got the better of me.”

“No,” he said. “I prefer we. I have the inheritance and authority, but you have the knowledge and relationships. Together, it sounds like a winning formula.”

To live at the palace at Rayaw’s side, helping him grow the estate and farms, to do everything my father had once done… It was too much to expect.

Maybe Rayaw would change his mind. But that seemed unlikely with him calling me his fated mate; it sure didn’t sound short term.

There was just one other thing I wanted to know…

“I want to hire the old palace staff too,” he said, beating me to it. “Including your father. It seems like the palace has never run as well as it did when he was in charge.”

I beamed up at him, tears shimmering in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. “You really mean it? You really want them back?”

“I’ve been asleep far too long. Now, I can do what I should have done since I got here and take responsibility as the new Prince.”

I frowned. “But what about the royal family? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give them a good name?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll do things my way. Our way. I won’t rip the people off, won’t take advantage of them. Instead, I’ll live to serve, the way the royals are supposed to. I’ll show the people they don’t need to live under tyranny. Somebody wise once told me that.”

He wrapped my hair about his finger, making it curl.

I reminisced about the first time we’d had a deep discussion about his inheritance and how he didn’t care about his royal ancestry and how I thought he was missing a trick.

Rayaw had changed. He had changed, and if he lived up to his word, it would all be for the good.

I kissed him on his broad chest, fingered his muscular abs, and peered down to see that his cock was already at full mast. I didn’t need to look up into his eyes to see he was gazing upon me with his usual fierce fire.

I lowered my head onto his cock and put it in my mouth. I licked it, savoring it, as I worked his full length.

He placed his hand on my head but didn’t force me harder onto his dick. He stroked my hair gently as I went to work on him. He didn’t need to force me to do anything because it was what I wanted to do.

I slurped on him until his juices filled my mouth, and then let them spill over his enormous member, running over my hand. I massaged the full length of it, making it nice and juicy.

With my other hand, I played with myself, rubbing, probing, feeling, at the same rate I was working Rayaw.

Once I had him grunting under his breath, I knew it was time to progress onto the next stage. I climbed on top, straddling him beneath me. His muscles tensed beneath me the same way the Fayam’s had. Strong, powerful.

I took him inside me slowly, one inch at a time, until he filled me completely. Then I rolled my hips back and forth and ran my hands through my hair.

He placed his hands on my thighs but didn’t press me down, once again not forcing, but letting me have my wicked way with him.

The sound of the rain faded, along with the earthy farmyard smells. It was just the two of us, two Muri mates, locked together in a single time and space.

With the soft gentle cooling breeze that issued from between the wall slats, I didn’t sweat.

I pressed my hands to his chest and bounced harder, driving him deeper inside me. The gasps wheezed from my throat and Rayaw reached up and placed his hand on my cheek, then wrapped it about my throat, feeling each groan as it escaped my lips.

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