Page 9 of Royally Theirs (Risqué Royals)

His mouth slams against mine and my moan should embarrass me. I clutch at him, pressing as close as our clothes allow. I am not ashamed of how bad I want him. He said something about magic, and I believe it. It could be the castle or the beautiful gardens.

Whatever it is, I open myself up to it as he lifts me off my feet, his tongue pushing into my mouth. We move and I realize he sits at the edge of a fountain, bringing me astride his lap. Still, he never stops kissing me, the slow stroke of his tongue against mine making my sex pulse greedily.

“Yes, my Duchess,” he groans as he breaks away, both of us panting. “You will be my wife. Very soon. I want you pregnant with my heir, so the world knows you belong to me.”

And just like that I am more than ready to become a royal.

Chapter Five

Chambers

There is something magic in the air and I cannot ignore it.

Watching Charlotte charm my mother and Dominic fills me with pride. The woman is captivating, and I cannot wait to make her my wife. I was not looking forward to this and now I cannot wait to be married to her. I want her tied to me by law and by her soft body carrying our child.

It is not even the promise of an heir that excites me about the very idea of getting her pregnant. It is the most important part of a royal marriage, of course. I don’t care about the implications of it at all. What I care about is this bright, beautiful woman having my child, so the entire world knows she is mine.

Dominic watches her with a flare of heat in his eyes. It should not turn me on that my guard clearly wants my future bride. And yet.... just the idea of having them both makes me so hard my cock punches at my zipper. Dominic was almost perfect for me. He knows how to please me when I need it and I love giving him the payback.

Seeing him with her churns a new need inside of me. We talked once about me getting married and how it would affect our relationship. He had once suggested we might get the best of both worlds. I never thought it could be possible.

I want a woman in my bed. Well, I want one woman. My eyes drift over Charlotte’s body for the hundredth time. God, she truly is perfection. Full, soft tits that I know will barely fit in my big hands. Wide hips and thick thighs that I want to bury myself between. It took everything in me not to ravish her out in the gardens.

“Yes, I think a fall wedding would be lovely,” I hear my mother say.

“No,” I cut the words out, all eyes shooting to me. “We will be married within the week. There will be no waiting.”

Charlotte flushes but I grin at her because she knows the reason for the rush. After we first kissed out by the gardens, I admitted how badly I wanted her. How I wanted to fuck her right then and there. And she would have let me, I could feel it in her sweet moans and how her body rubbed greedily against mine. She wanted it too—and I promised to give my wife what she wants.

“Within the week? Why so sudden, Chambers?” My mother asks, but there will be no discussion about this. My word will not be debated.

“Because why wait?” I answer, my eyes never leaving Charlotte.

Beside her, Dom scarcely hides his smirk. Part of me wants to snatch her away and gather her up in my lap to keep her to myself. Another part of me...a darker, deeper part of me, envisions him pulling her into his lap so I can watch him tongue kiss her as he rips her clothes off, both barely able to wait for me to join them.

“Well then,” Charlotte’s grandmother cuts in with a knowing smirk. “I suppose the two of us better get to those plans.”

Nodding at them, I watch the two women excuse themselves, chattering about flowers and formalities. Once the library doors shut behind them, I feel at ease again. Only I am not, not with her so far away. One look and a tilt of my head has her pushing to her feet. I hold out a hand and she takes it, laughing when I pull her to topple into my lap.

“Hmm, you smell divine,” I whisper against her throat as I nuzzle her there. This magic swirling between us has made this meeting, this formality, so much more. It is as if I have found my other half in her.

My soul recognized its partner the moment I laid eyes on Charlotte.

“Chambers,” she whispers, pushing at my chest to sit up proper.

“Shall I leave you to it?” Dom wonders with a quirk of his brow.

“For now, yes,” I answer, calling him over with a nod. “Later, I want to speak with you about the wedding. As well as the honeymoon.”

Dominic seems a bit surprised by this. Still, he nods, turning to go and leave us alone. Just before he does, I reach out to catch his hand. He turns, eyes wide as I bring his hand to cover her belly. Their eyes meet and hold, and I see the heat there. It answers my unspoken question.

All three of us might want the same thing.

“Thank you, Dom. Stop by our quarters tomorrow, first thing. Tonight, I want to be left alone with my bride.”

Nodding, he bites back his smirk when she lets out a little sound when he pulls his hand back. The air is charged between all three of us. My cock aches as her plump ass wiggles on my lap. Dom leaves us and before the doors even click shut, I turn her head, crashing my mouth to hers.

Charlotte melts against me, opening her sweet mouth to my greedy tongue. God, she tastes so good. Sweet, her tongue coming to tangle with mine as my hand slips up her side. I draw her closer, my hand palming her breast as the nipple stiffens against my hand.

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