Stolen (Royally Hot 1)

I took one of her hands in mine and held it back against the blanket, next to her face. Then with my other hand, I slid down through her wet pussy and gently rubbed the flesh just in front of her puckered ass, listening to her purr as I teased her sensitive hole.

I pressed forward, penetrating her with my finger first. We’d fucked so much that her pussy lips were swollen, even now. Made me so fucking proud to know that I’d done that to her. And that I was about to make them swell even more.

She gripped one of my thighs as I fingered her, always keeping my thumb on her clit. I leaned down and sucked hard on the side of her neck, where she was most sensitive, giving her plenty of tongue. It never mattered if we’d had a long, hot day of riding or if she were freshly bathed—she always tasted so fucking sweet. Always.

Once her pussy was warm, soaked, and ready, I drew her knees up and pushed them slightly to one side in order to give me maximum access to the deepest parts of her body. With her knees bent against my chest, I slid my cock inside her, right where I belonged.

“You always feel so fucking good,” I growled as I entered her. “So tight, so wet, so perfect.”

She laughed a little and nibbled my ear. She still had blackberry juice on her lips. Double-sweet. “You feel perfect too,” she said, her breath catching a little as I hit her cervix.

I fucked her as slowly as I could, savoring every withdrawal and entry. I let her legs come down on either side of me, grabbing her ass, one cheek in each hand, and tucked my head beside her. I felt her pussy tighten as she began to hold her breath. She was getting close.

“Breathe,” I whispered. “Relax. Let it come.”

She embraced me tighter and I could tell she was about to cry. I knew why; of course I did. But fuck me. If she started to cry, I’d start to cry. And I couldn’t let her see me break.

“Everything is fine,” I told her. “I’ve got you. I will always have you, princess. Who am I?”

“My king,” she murmured.

“Louder.”

“You’re my king,” she repeated, more forcefully. “My king. My everything.”

“Good girl,” I said, and bit hard into the side of her throat.

She let go then, surrendering completely. Her orgasm started deep inside and I felt her clench my cock with long, intense, rippling waves of pleasure.

As she came, I came with her, thrusting my hips one final time so that I spent right against her cervix…the alter and entry of her womb.

Filling her with my baby was my obsession. Maybe I’d already achieved my aim, maybe not. Either way, I wanted to be sure. When she started to swell with our child, nobody would be able to deny us.

In the dim light of pre-dawn, the fire now embers, I dozed lightly. I broke from my half slumber when I heard the sound of creeping footsteps in the grass.

What the fuck now?

My heart thundered. Someone was upon us.

Whoever they were, they were well trained. Far better than those Johnston bastards that had attacked us at the house. These were professionals, elites, and I knew it would serve me well to pretend they’d caught us unawares.

I kept my eyes closed, assessing their numbers in my head. I lost count after thirteen. Fuck, we were surrounded. I needed a plan or things were going to turn ugly fast.

But one piece of luck was on our side.

My stallion whinnied loudly as one of them passed where he stood tethered. It was all the distraction I needed.

I listened to their whispers, then the sound of a slap, a stick or whip cutting the air, then hooves as they released our horses. The noise was enough to cover my tracks.

The half-darkness kept me hidden as I rolled, crawling on my elbows away from the small encampment, hoping to catch their attention and keep them from Sara.

Using the willow for cover, I moved around behind the approaching men. Seventeen of them, from what I could tell wearing the garb of Queen’s Guards. News had reached the castle, then, but it struck me as odd that the king hadn’t sent his own soldiers.

At a run, I darted out from the cover of the tree as soon as they passed, and drove my knife into the back of the nearest man’s skull. Ducking into a roll, I thrust my knife up into the balls of the next, and as both of them dropped—one silent, one screaming—I fell and stayed still.

All hell broke loose. I saw Sara awaken, dazed at first, sitting up, then she began screaming my name.. My plan hadn’t unfolded as I’d hoped and the men formed a defensive ring, letting me know who their leader was, as Sara got to her feet and ran.