by Alexa Riley
I wonder if falling in love is always like this. So fast and consuming. It takes my breath away but fills me up inside, too. I hate my uncle, but I’m thankful that in a way he brought me to James. The years I spent with him were worth it if at the end this is my reward. I’d do it all over again.
James scoops me up into his arms. “The sun is almost down. Let’s get cleaned up so I can give you the rest of your birthday surprises.” I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me back through the rose garden and into the castle. I bury my face in his neck when I see people turn to look at us, and I feel a little shy.
It’s something I’ll have to get used to, I’m sure. James is king, after all. Our lives will always be in the spotlight. I’m not used to being the center of attention. It makes me wonder what everyone will think about him marrying me. His mom is okay with it, but what about everyone else?
I wonder if they will be like Nicolette. I still feel slightly guilty about that. I couldn't fault her for wanting James. The man is everything that I could ever want. I kiss his neck in adoration.
“Princess,” James growls, making me smile, and I do it again. This time I give a tiny nip like he does to me. His arms lock around me even tighter.
“Will people care that you’re marrying me?” I ask him as we enter his home wing of the castle.
“Don’t give a shit what other people think,” he tells me easily. It’s clear that he really doesn't.
“That’s not what I mean. I just…” I’m not sure how to say what I mean. I guess that I want them all to like me. To accept me.
“Everyone will love you. I’m allowed to marry whoever I like,” he says as if reading my mind. “There’s no way they won’t love you. Your sweetness is infectious.”
I pull back to look at him. He always says the right thing to make me feel better. “I just want to be a good wife,” I admit. “I’m new to all of this. You know, relationships.”
“Thank fuck. I hate the idea of your heart having belonged to another.” Jealousy flashes in his eyes as he puts me on my feet in the bathroom. He pulls my dress over my head, stripping me of all my clothes and leaving me naked. “This is mine. All of it.” He takes off his clothes next.
“I’m new to this, too, Kate. I’ve never done the whole relationship thing either,” he tells me. That takes me a little by surprise. He’s already admitted to me that women are always trying to get his attention but for the wrong reasons. “I wanted what my parents had and I wasn't willing to settle.” He picks me up again, carrying me into the shower and turning the water on.
“But you bring out a side of me that I didn't even know was there. You make me do and say things I never thought I would. Who knew an angel could make a man want to do such dirty things?”
“You do the same to me.” I admit. “Make me want to do things I’ve never even thought about before.” I love hearing that only I get this from him. It puts me even more at ease.
“And, for the record, you’re already the perfect wife. All you need to do now is walk down the aisle to me to make it official.” He pulls me under the water with him and starts washing my body. He doesn't miss an inch of me.
When he’s done he washes himself before turning the water off and then drying us off. “Stay,” he tells me as he exits the bathroom and comes back with pajama pants on, and a white nighty in his hand for me. He slips it over my head, and the silk is soft against my skin.
“That doesn't stop me from wanting to take you right now,” he warns, looking almost frustrated. His hands come to my hips. I was surprised he hadn't done anything in the shower already—I could tell he’d wanted to. His cock was begging for attention. Each time I tried to touch it, he’d grab my hand, kissing my palm before telling me to be a good girl. I don’t want to be good.
He was hard. I’d never seen a naked man before and he was more than a man. He looked like a warrior. He might not have let me touch his cock, but my hands had wandered everywhere else. I place my hands on his chest, my fingertips grazing over the hair on his chest.
“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” I tell him, bringing his eyes back to mine. I can tell he’s about to lose all his control and he doesn't want to do that yet.
His hands on my hips grip me harder as he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. When he sets me down, I see there is a picnic laid out on the floor.
My eyes lock onto a cake and my body stills. “I saw the cake in all your birthday pictures,” he says into my ear. “The recipe was in the box I got from your uncle’s.” He kisses me below my ear. “I had the chef make it. If I made it, I likely would have burned it,” he chuckles.
My grandma and I made that cake together for every birthday. Hers or mine. It was a tradition, one I would now be able to carry on with my own children.
“It’s perfect.” I reach out and swipe my finger across it. I bring my finger to my mouth and moan around it. It’s even better than I remember. I do it again, this time bringing it to James’s mouth. He wraps his mouth around my finger, sucking on it. Slowly I pull my finger away.
His mouth takes mine. He flips us so I’m under him. “I can’t wait another second.” Before I know what he’s doing he’s slipping a ring onto my finger. I bring my hand up to look at the antique ring. “It was my grandmother’s,” he tells me.
The thick gold band has a large square pink diamond in the center, with smaller diamonds all around it. It’s unmissable on my finger.
“I love it,” I tell him. “I love you,” I add. “I know it’s soon and—” His mouth crashes down on mine, taking my breath away. I thought we’d kissed before, but this is different. This is everything. This is the beginning of us.
“You don’t have to explain or reason anything to me, princess. I know because I’ve loved you from the moment that hood fell from your head revealing my future to me.”
“You love me?” I ask. I want to hear it again.
“More than anything, princess.” He kisses me again. “I love you,” he says against my lips.
“Now I’m going to show you all the things we can do without me taking the cherry you saved just for me.” He gets to his feet, bringing me to my knees. “Let your king show you where else you can lick that cake from.”
He gives me a devilish smile as he reaches inside his pants. I have no doubt this wait for our wedding night is going to be bittersweet.
Epilogue
James
One month later…
I watch my dad swing my wife around the dance floor. I stand off to the side, my arms crossed over my chest, waiting for the song to be over so I can have her back. Yes, I’m jealous of even my own dad. I thought maybe once we were married it might cool, but it hasn’t in the past few hours. I’m coming to terms with the fact that it never will. I’ll have to learn to deal with it.
My mom giggles, making me turn to look at her. “Like father like son.” She shakes her head. I know I shouldn't be jealous. My dad has eyes for no one other than my mom, but I’m stingy when it comes to my princess.
Princess. She may be a queen now, but she will always be my princess. I look around and see everyone smiling as my dad twirls her around the dance floor. I smirk when I remember how she was worried about what others would think of her.
I’d been right. People loved her. Maybe a little too much for my liking. Between my mom and everyone else, I have to bulldoze over people to get my time with her, and I like having a lot of her time.
She’s taken so well to the family and everyone else. She was born for this. Everywhere she goes she makes people smile. Her shyness has been cast away, but I can still make her blush. She will always carry that innocence. Even after tonight, I know it will still be there.
“Come.” My mom grabs my arm, pulling me onto the dance floor. “She was glowing today.”
“She really was,” I agree. I’m sure if it was because of the wedding or because of the three orgasms I gave her this morning, but I’m not going to tell my mom
that. She already tried to get us to spend last night apart. I fought her on that one. I already gave her the month to plan the wedding. No way was she keeping my girl out of my bed even for a single night.
“Let’s not make it too long until she is glowing for other reasons.” She winks at me.
I laugh. “Mom, trust me. Kate and I have caught that you want grandbabies.” She only brings it up five times a day in some way or another. “I feel the same. We aren't fighting you on the issue.” I was ready a month ago to have my baby inside her. I wasn't so sure about how Kate felt until I asked her late one night in bed. I knew she wanted babies, but she’s still so young I thought she might want to wait. It would have killed me to, but I would have waited for her. I'd do anything for her.
“She called me Mom today.” My mother’s smile lights up her whole face. They have become so close over the last month. “I was fixing her dress and she just turned around and said ‘thanks, Mom.’ Like it was nothing. As if she’d been doing it forever. So natural.” My mom’s eyes start to water. “I won’t cry.” She blinks really fast over and over again. I have to stifle a laugh.
“Mom, can I cut in?” My wife’s soft voice drifts over the music. Wife. That will never get old.
“Won’t cry,” my mom says again. I shake my head at her. She kisses me on the cheek before doing the same to Kate.
I pull Kate into my body, not caring people can see. “I could feel your jealousy from across the dance floor,” she teases me.
I only grunt a response. Good, if people see it then they’ll know not to touch Kate or even stand too close to her. She shakes her head at me before laying it on my chest.
“I hope you’re not getting tired.” She lifts her head.
“Never.”
Her eyes heat. I don’t know how I've managed to keep my cock out of her this past month, but I have. Maybe it’s because of the mouth on her. I wake many mornings with her mouth wrapped around me. My shy little girl had turned sex crazed. Not that I’m complaining, since I’m the one who awakened that in her.
“I’m ready when—”
I don’t even let her finish her sentence as I toss her over my shoulder. Catcalls ring out. I’ve been waiting for her to say those words. I wasn't going to be the one to say it. I didn’t want to rush this night for her, but once those words cross her lips I’m done for.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” she yells.
“Liar.” I smack her ass as I jog up the stairs to our room. She huffs, knowing I’m right.
“Whatever.” I don’t have to see her face to know she rolled her eyes—a habit I’m pretty sure she picked up from my mom.
I fling open the doors to our room, kicking them closed behind me. I toss her onto the bed and stare down at her, wondering how mad she’ll be if I rip her wedding dress. Fuck it, I’ll have another made. I need to see her in nothing but that little crown on her head and my ring on her finger.
She smiles up at me, leaning up on her elbows, waiting for me to do whatever I want with her. I know this first time is going to be quick, but I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her. I’m on her immediately, pulling at her dress in a frenzy and trying to get it off her body. My feverishness makes her laugh.
When I finally have her stripped, I lean back and look down at her. Her hair is wild, her makeup a little smudged. The lipstick she had on is long gone from me kissing her all night. It’s likely that it’s smudged all over my mouth right now, but I don’t give a shit.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” I have no idea how I got so lucky for this perfect creature to show up at my doorstep for my taking.
“I’m yours now, too.” She gives me a smirk.
“You’ve always been mine,” I confirm as I start to rip at my own clothes. The buttons of my shirt go flying. I feel like an animal trapped in clothes. I need them off me so I can mate her. Take what’s mine. Claim her in the most primal and basic way.
I grind my cock, giving it a firm squeeze to try and hold off cumming all over her. My balls are already tight, desperate for release. Not until I’m inside her, I remind myself. Kate licks her lips, her pink little tongue tempting me, her eyes on the cum leaking from me.
“Don’t even think about it,” I tell her. I know what she wants to do. I love her mouth wrapped around me, but tonight that won’t be happening. I suck her tongue into my mouth, making her moan. She grips my hair and wraps her legs around me the best she can. I close my eyes as I try to get myself under control. My hips are already moving like we’re having sex. My cock is begging to be inside of her now.
When I pull back, her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is swollen from mine. “James, my king. It’s time,” she pleads. I close my eyes again, trying to think of anything other than sinking into her tightness and claiming her. I’m attempting to get myself back under control when I feel her nails rake down my back. Her hips are doing their utmost to get my cock to nudge her opening. My fingers dig into the bedspread.
“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me. Never.” Her soft words wash over me, snapping back some of my control. I open my eyes to see her staring up at me with so much love showing in her eyes. Complete trust. I would never do anything to break that.
“Never,” I agree, using my knees to part her legs further to make more room for me. I kiss her again, only this time when I pull away, I trail kisses down her neck. Her breathing becomes heavy, and like every time she is in need, those little puffs leave her mouth.
My cock lines up with her center. The head of my cock tastes her warm sweetness, needing more. She lets out a little moan and her mouth parts. Fuck, I want this so bad, but I don’t want to hurt her. “I love you,” I tell her, our eyes locking as I push inside her and feel her barrier of innocence break for me. A gasp leaves her mouth. I drop my mouth onto hers, catching it and praying that she isn't in much pain.
I put all my focus on kissing her and not the fact that my cock is buried all the way inside of her. Between kisses I tell her how much I love her. How she has given me a gift that I will cherish forever.
Her tightness is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop my jerking hips as I cum inside of her, but I keep kissing her until her body is soft under mine. She wriggles her hips and moves her hands across my back as she starts kissing me back.
She pulls her mouth from mine. “Move,” she demands. I have to fight a smile but do as my princess demands. My hard cock still wants more even though I came moments ago.
“Never enough,” I gasp, moving inside her. My need for her can never be satisfied. I’ll always want more and more of her. I didn't know obsession on this level could exist. Maybe some might hate having an obsession control them this way, but not me. I fucking love how consumed I am for her. Most importantly I know she loves it, too, and I always aim to please when it comes to her.
I suck one of her tight pink nipples into my mouth before going to the next, giving them both the same attention. I thrust in and out of her and marvel at her beauty. Her pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Seeing her melt for me, wrapping her body around mine, coming undone for me, because of me, it’s overwhelming.
Her pussy clenches on me over and over and I know she’s close to cumming. Her nails dig into my back.
“Give it to me, princess. Cum on your king’s cock. Mark me as yours,” I growl in her ear. She bites down on my shoulder as she locks down on my cock. I grunt, cumming so hard I swear I lose my sight for a moment. I moan out her name as I cum deep inside of womb, praying our baby is being planted in of her.
My breathing is heavy, and I try to catch my breath knowing nothing will ever be like this moment. I feel so close to her, our bodies joined as one. No part of her is now untouched by me. I own all of her as she owns me.
When she strokes my back gently, I roll off her, realizing I might have been crushing her. “Sorry, love,” I tell her.
She laughs. “Nothing to feel sorry for.” She hums
before laying her head on my chest. My cock still burns deep inside of her, where it plans to stay for the next week. I wanted to take her on a honeymoon. I thought it was what you did, but Kate didn't want to go. She wants to stay at the castle and told me there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be right now. Maybe in a few months we could go somewhere if she wants. I don't care where we are as long as I’m with her.
I rub my hands up and down her back. “Next time it will last longer,” I half-joke, giving her ass a small squeeze.
“It was perfect. More than I dreamed of.” She snuggles deeper into me.
“Are you sore?” I ask. I’m worried about her.
“No. I thought it would hurt more, but it didn't really. Only for a second, then all I could think about was you moving.” She kisses my chest and relief fills me. I’m still going to make her soak in a hot bath later to be sure. “You think we made a baby?” she asks. Hope laces her words.
I roll so she’s back under me. I kiss her deeply, my cock ready to go and jerking inside of her at the idea of trying to plant a baby inside of her again.
“Maybe, but maybe we should be sure.” I pull out a little before thrusting all the way back in, making her moan loudly. She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I love that idea.” She twines her legs around me, raising her hips for me.
“And I love you,” I tell her as I make her cum all over again.
Epilogue
Kate
Six months later…
“Put me down, you brute!” I try to sound stern, but I fail when a giggle pops out of my mouth a moment later.
“You could get hurt.” James looks down at me like I’ve lost my mind as he makes his way out of the pen the goats are kept in. “They could knock you over,” he adds, trying to make me see reason. I sigh. He might be right. The goats are acting rambunctious today, but I missed them. James told me to stand outside the fence to feed and pet them if I was going to come down and see them.