Loving the Crown (The Crown 3)

She had more faith in me than I did.

I pushed inside her, letting her hot velvety walls wrap my cock like it had been coated in a sleeve of lava.

“Oh fuck.” I knew then her faith had been ill-placed.

My bear had one mission—prime his mate for cubs.

I thrust in and out of her. She cried out my name as I grunted, hilting myself inside her.

“Liam.” She panted. Her eyes closed with my name on her lips.

I pushed her knees wide, driving myself home. I felt the tight spiral at the base of my spine. It was like a bullseye I had to hit. I pumped in and out.

“I’m not going to stop,” I told her.

“Don’t,” she begged. “Oh God, don’t. Fill me. Please,” she moaned.

Her hands wrapped to my waist. I felt her nails dig into my ass and I lost the last hold on reality. My bear took over as I fucked her, spilling my seed in her womb. It felt fucking incredible. I’d never experienced a moment of pure carnal bliss like I did emptying my release one thrust at a time. My cock twitched and vibrated until every last drop was inside her.

Gillian shivered and a big smile spread across her face. “Oh that was good. Too good.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You are more than I ever expected Gillian Sparks.”

She bit her lip. “I think I’m ready to apologize.”

I lowered myself, grazing her tits with my chest. I wasn’t ready to move my dick yet. It liked being inside her way too much to end the moment.

“Apologize?” I questioned.

She traced my jawline with her index finger. “I blamed you yesterday for my accident.” She paused. “But it could have been much worse if you weren’t there. I’m starting to think it was one of those happy accidents.” She wrinkled her nose in an adorable way.

“Happy accident because you landed in my arms and in my bed?” I chuckled.

“Something like that. But really. I’m sorry if I was a bitch yesterday. I was angry about my arm. Angry that the shoot had to be postponed. And angry that we missed Lance’s perfect sunset scene.”

Shit. The bear bond was working faster than I anticipated. I was in awe of the transformation.

“Apology accepted.” I brushed the hair from her shoulder and planted a kiss on her skin. “I’m glad you plowed into me.”

“Me too.” She sighed. “It was nice meeting you, Prince Liam.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Nice meeting me?”

She nodded. “Yeah. This was amazing. But I have to get to work.” She tried to wiggle out from underneath me.

Shit. I was wrong. The bond wasn’t working in overdrive.

“I thought we established you couldn’t work today. You’re hurt. You need to rest that arm. I’m going to find the icepack for you.”

“I am going to work. I have a fight scene today. And if we can get it right, we will re-shoot what we fucked up yesterday.”

I stared at her. “You heard what Dr. Fines said. You have to stay off your arm. You are absolutely not doing any of your stunts today. No fight scenes. Nothing.”

She scooted backward on the bed, pulling the sheet to her chest. I was pissed she covered her luscious tits.

“That’s not your decision. I’m here to work.” She folded her arms in defiance.

My eyes narrowed. “Not today.”