Secret Heir

I relished the slow drag of his softening cock against my back entrance as he pulled out, and winced as the tip of him breached the overworked muscles.

He stood and pulled me into his arms, carrying me over to the bed where he ripped the covers off and then snuggled us both inside. He tucked me under his arm and trailed his fingers along my shoulder with his nose buried in my hair.

My eyes fluttered closed as I felt the warmth radiating between us.

“Rest now, baby. There’s more where that came from. We’ve got an entire Viking clan to make.”

“If Granny has her way.” I laughed.

“Mm,” he murmured against my lips, “if I have mine.”

SECOND EPILOGUE

Rome

I cocked a grin at my beautiful wife, her arms full of our six-weeks-brand-new twins, Cale and Karston. A radiant smile split her face.

Pixie was brilliant at whatever she put her mind to, I’d been telling her that from the start, but seeing her become a mom, watching my wife hold our children... That gave an entirely new meaning to the word breathtaking.

I didn’t think my heart had it in me to love anything else bigger than myself. I’d be the first to admit to so many wrongdoings, but thankfully, they were all before I met her.

I credited my success to having sharp instincts, I credited them with giving me the good sense to marry her as soon as I possibly could. Giving Pixie my heart was still the best decision I’d ever made.

I laughed softly, watching as our twins gave Granny a hard time in the kitchen as she inspected the bread, fresh from the oven. She was holding them both, and trying to instruct my youngest sister how to make traditional fish stew from across the kitchen. She managed it all with ease, just like Pixie. They were so alike, maybe that’s what I’d felt down to my bones that day in Copenhagen when I saw her enter the room. Correction.

Felt her enter.

As the heir apparent to the Danish throne, I’d gotten good at reading people since the time I was a child. No one, not a single person had ever impacted me the way she did. From the moment our eyes locked, I felt Pixie.

It’d been a whirlwind in the time since, all made so much better because of the woman’s love that stood across the room. The giant tree dominated the foyer, hot cocoa was on tap, a fire constantly in the fireplace as someone or another was coming or going. For the first time, my home felt full of warmth and love.

Christmastime in the North with my family.

I made sure to bring both of our families in. I made a habit long ago of doing whatever it took to make Pixie happy, and family was about the most important to her. The clash of our cultures was hilarious to see. My loud-mouthed brothers and two prim-and-proper sisters probably weren’t what Pixie’s American family was expecting for the holidays. Between the tales of late-night slugfests with the Spanish prince at boarding school in Zurich, to my sisters, stumbling over Pixie’s father’s very Boston accent. And the few days my mother had managed to work into her busy schedule to celebrate with us had been a riot as she and Pixie’s mom bonded over their new tiny grand-babies.

Granny was right. Life was no longer boring.

Pixie’s dad snuck a little one out of one of Granny’s arms then, my mom stealing another before Pixie’s eyes searched the vast living area, lingering once they landed on mine.

My teeth dipped into the flesh of my lip as I nodded my head, a silent order for her to come.

She did exactly as I wanted, making her way around family members before coming to duck under my arm. I sunk my nose into her hair, eyes shuddering as I inhaled.

“Mm, you smell delicious, wife.”

Her brutally gorgeous smile turned up, eyes filled with mischief as they danced back at me. “Good enough to eat?”

“Good enough to skip this meal altogether and take you upstairs.”

She slipped a hand down my chest and sighed.

My home.

“Still a temptress.”

“Your temptress needs some attention.”

I huffed, the need to protect and love this woman as hard as I could stronger than ever.

“I fall a little more in love with you every day.”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer, only slipped a hand around her waist and traveled down the long hallway and then up the stairs that led to the master bedroom. My hands worked up her skin, soft shades of pink coloring her cheeks as her body writhed against mine.

My lips slid against her silky skin as my hands pushed the soft ruffles of holiday organza around her waist, sliding a finger against her heated core.

She sucked in ragged pants, my name stringing across her lips as she pleaded for more. My zipper down, I was sinking inside of her a moment later.