Loving the Crown (The Crown 3)

I whimpered, waiting for his fingers. His tongue. Anything he would give me to ease the ache building inside me.

We might be rushing everything else, but the prince wasn’t going to rush this. He would rather make me wait. Make me beg. Make me call his name.

“Liam,” I whispered.

His fingers curled along my velvet lips, spreading me wide and exposing my throbbing nub. My clit hammered with my pulse. Why didn’t he take it in his mouth? Own it? Own me?

I ran my hands over my nipples, causing more honey to pool at my opening. He groaned just as his tongue ran the full-length of my slit.

My knees buckled. “Oh shit,” I hissed.

He held me steady with one hand while his tongue went to work, fucking me relentlessly. He twirled it inside my pussy before circling it around my clit. He sucked and slurped until I was ready to explode in his mouth with hundreds of climatic fireworks.

“Come, love,” he commanded. I shuddered, giving in to his demands. There was no way to resist the signals his mouth sent my core.

His tongue dove deep as I clenched and gripped at it with my inner walls, feeling the orgasm take control. Although, Liam was the one in control. He had clear command of my body. He drew the climax from me like a master summoning his genie.

My toes tingled and my legs became useless as it attacked me in giant swells. Liam held me tighter as I gave in to the consuming light raving me.

“Ohh,” I moaned. I tugged on his hair, greedy for more. His face was buried between my thighs. There was no shyness. No restraints on my inhibition. I wanted this pleasure.

I started to catch my breath as Liam’s tongue lapped between my folds and made a trail to my navel. He kissed my hipbones and my waist, before lavishing my breasts with hot kisses. I exhaled. I was dizzy. I was high. I was drunk with the kind of orgasm I’d only prayed existed in this world.

I slouched against the wall. I felt the hard planes of his body and my hand explored the rigid lines of his abs before dipping lower. Holy shit. His cock was swollen to three times the size it had been. My eyes widened.

He suddenly scooped me against his chest. “I’m going to carry you out of this shower and fuck you now,” he growled, kissing my throat and along my neck. “I think it’s necessary to fuck you the rest of the night.”

I nodded. “God, yes.”

He grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.” His eyes were dark and fierce.

He pushed the shower open and yanked a towel from a nearby hook. He threw it across my body.

“How’s your arm?” he asked, taking me to the guest bed.

“I haven’t felt it for the past thirty minutes.” I smiled.

“I’ll be careful.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “It’s the least I can do, right?”

I bit my lip. “The least,” I echoed.

He jerked the sheets away from the headboard and lowered me to the bed. He began to drag the towel over my skin, soaking up the water droplets. It was incredibly erotic, watching him take his time to explore my body this way.

Chapter Eleven

Liam

She was like a goddess sprawled across the silk sheets. Gillian was unlike any woman I had known. There was one thing I hadn’t mentioned. One thing I hadn’t been able to tell her. I was too wrapped up in touching her. Kissing her. Pleasing her. How was I supposed to tell her she was my mate? That the intensity between us wasn’t a coincidence. It was something that would be with us the rest of our lives. The shifter inside me was plagued with the need to confess, but the lust for her was winning.

I gazed into her eyes. Her tits rose and fell. I eyed them hungrily. I wanted them. My fangs wanted to perform the mating ritual. I wanted to drink from her tits. I’d already tasted her honey and it was fucking exquisite. I needed more.

My cock throbbed to be inside her.

“Condoms?” she whispered. She looked at me expectantly. “I don’t have anything with me.”

Damn it. I wanted to fuck her raw. My cock searing into her pussy with nothing between us. I wanted to fill her with my seed. It was the only thing my bear could focus on. This woman was meant to bear my cubs.

It didn’t have to happen tonight, though. I lunged off the bed. “Let’s take this to my room,” I suggested. “I have everything you want and need, love.”