The guest stepped away and I lifted my eyebrows at Anika. “Seriously. Keep me waiting much longer and I’m going to bend you right over this goddamned table.”
She swallowed a hungry groan. I could tell she didn’t want to stay any more than I did. But it was our party, after all. And she actually gave a fuck about other people. Unlike me, who only cared about her. “One more hour,” she said. “Okay? One hour. That’s all. Then we can go.”
All I wanted to do right then was pinch her cheeks, take that pretty face in my hands, and remind her exactly who was boss. “You promised never to deny me.”
“Oh, I’m not denying you,” she said, all sultry and sexy. “I’m just making you wait. And I promise….” She slowly slid her hand up my thigh until she just brushed my cock with her fingertips. “It’ll be worth it.”
I inhaled hard and sat back in my chair. An hour. An entire hour? What kind of fucking superhuman strength did she think I had?
Right then, I felt a nudge on my leg. I glanced at her, but she gave no sign that it was her. Still though, we had this tablecloth in front of us. Maybe she was giving me the signal. Maybe I could slip my finger inside her while we sat here. That would be one way to make the hour fly by, that was for goddamned sure.
I lifted the tablecloth a few inches to look underneath it. But instead of seeing her leg pressed up against mine, I saw Falroy. Her pet fox. Sitting on a sheepskin at our feet. Since she and I reshuffled the decks with the line of succession, he’d gotten a better position, too. He was finally allowed inside, which made Anika so damned happy.
I glanced at Anika, but she was busy talking to some guy who looked uninterestingly important. So, I leaned down and gave Falroy a scratch between the ears. I cut off a piece of my meat and snuck it down to him, and he took it gratefully and rewarded me by snuggling up at my feet.
I wasn’t much for symbolism, but it did me good to think that Falroy didn’t have to be a secret anymore, now that she was the heir apparent. It was kind of like me, in a way. I didn’t have to go sneaking around behind her anymore, either. I could love her in the open as she deserved to be loved. Because she deserved the best of everything, and it was my duty and honor to give that to her. Now and always.
Finally, fucking finally, I had her all to myself. The door to our chambers latched behind me and I went at her like a starving beast. I ripped her corset from her, sending tiny pearls flying everywhere. She fought me—giggling, laughing, talking about how expensive the dress was, what a brute I was. Blah, blah, fucking blah. The only thing that mattered then was getting inside her. I licked my way down her throat and yanked her dress off her shoulders. “I can buy you more pearls. But we’ll only have one wedding night.”
I ripped her dress off of her and hoisted her into my arms. She hooked her legs around me, giving me a hit of her sweet pussy wetness, as I kissed her hard and thrust her up against the wall. She undid my fly and pulled my cock free. Pinning her up against the stone, I fed my length into her, making her grunt into my kisses. I loved her a lot of ways, but I loved her begging for my cock most of all.
But as I got to the back of her, compressing her cervix with my head, she pulled away from the kiss. “You know, I haven’t bled since the first time you took me. More than a month ago.”
I was so into the moment, so driven to fuck her hard, that it took me a second to realize what she was saying. Hold the fuck on for one goddamned second. “Are you…”
She beamed, her eyes twinkling. “Pregnant.”
Holy, holy shit. I pulled her face into mine, kissing her even deeper. I had the love of my life in my arms. My wife. My most cherished possession. And she carried my baby inside her. I didn’t think I could love her more, but I did. I absolutely fucking did.
As I kissed her, I fucked her just like that, standing, greedy and rushed. She gripped my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my muscles with every ruthless pound of my cock into her cunt. I fucked her hard through one orgasm and then a second, giving her no time to recover, but making sure that pleasure built upon pleasure until she was screaming my name from between tightly gritted teeth.