Keto turned to face her. “I told you, I …”
She widened her eyes, looking at him pointedly. What game was the elf playing at?
Keto exhaled. He got this look.
Hah! Just as she suspected, she was right on the money.
“I’m sorry! I should have been honest.” He pushed his hands into his pockets. It irritated her how damned gorgeous he was. He didn’t say anything more, just bent his head, seeming to stare at his feet for a time. Even those were good-looking. Asshole!
Charlotte was tempted to fill the silence but she held her tongue. He finally looked back up at her. Those eyes … “Fact of the matter is, I should never have sent you away yesterday.”
He kept his blue orbs trained on hers, but didn’t offer anything more. She didn’t know the elven folk very well. Keto was a strong, handsome male. It was a pity he was so weak. What a disappointment, considering he was royalty. A vampire would’ve laid it all out by now. Hell, a vampire would never have sent her away in the first place.
Charlotte put the basket down; she suspected he wouldn’t take the thing if she offered it to him. “Your soaps. If that will be all, I’ll be on my—”
She began to turn towards the door when he reached out and took her hand. “Don’t go. I want you!” A soft growl. “In my bed, under me, any way I can get you as long as I’m inside you … deep inside.”
Okay!
Wow! From zero to a trillion. Her heart beat faster. Her clit gave a spasm as her channel turned slick. Charlotte wanted this elf and she wanted him badly. His way of going about things still didn’t excite her though. “Why the song and dance? I’m not into games. It was clear what we both wanted last night, why didn’t you take me then?”
Keto let her hand go and for a second she was sure he was going to send her away again. The thought did not appeal. “It’s complicated.” His jaw worked. “I didn’t come here to rut.” He squeezed the back of his neck, looking pained.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “So, what difference does that make? I didn’t realize that elves were so particular about bedmates. I thought that your species was similar to ours when it came to rutting. Well, all except your highborn females, that is.”
He frowned. “Things will change when I am king. Our highborn females will have equal rights. It’s something we are working towards. Mindsets don’t change overnight,” he paused. “You are right though, I can rut whomever I choose.”
“Just not a stinking bloodsucker,” she let that slip on a snort.
“I have nothing against bloodsu— vampires.” His eyes blazed. “My sister is mated to one. I’m here on business. I didn’t come here to fuck. I hadn’t planned on going there but I’ve changed my mind. I want you … now.” He moved in closer, right into her personal space.
Her breathing ramped up a whole lot. Now this was more like it. She got the distinct impression that up until now, he had been trying to be polite to her.
“I should not have sent you away. I regret the decision. I would like to rut you, female. It would just be this once, there can be no future for us.”
What a crazy thing to say. Of course there would be no future. Then again, he was in line to take the throne so females probably tried their luck with him all the time.
He licked his lips. What a full, soft-looking mouth. Then again, the male was pretty. From his blue eyes and long lashes to his chiseled jaw. “So, the decision is with you. Either you stay for several rounds of hard sex or you leave.”
Charlotte had to smile. “I thought you wanted one quick rut.” She really was getting excited now. She could feel that her cheeks were hot. They would be flushed.
Keto shook his head. “That would be round one.”
“Oh, I don’t know …” She paused, pretending to think about it. If he could play foolish games, then so could she. “I need to be at work by eight and—”
“So fucking what if you’re late just this once.”
“I can’t be late.” It was true. Really sad, but true.
“Are you in or out, female?” His voice was deep and husky. His eyes were beautiful. She wanted to watch them turn hazy with rapture. She wanted to climb him like a pole and ride him until he called her name.
“I’m in.”
The prince lunged for her. He picked her up and began to walk, taking long strides. His arms banded tightly around her. His chest was wide and hard. Charlotte put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck. He tasted the same as he scented. Delicious! His body was hard, his shoulders broad.
Still walking, Keto pulled at her skirt, lifting it above her waist. Then his fingers were inside her. More than one. She moaned as he thrust in and out. She was already really wet. If she was honest with herself, she’d been wet for the prince since last night. Her need for him had only grown when he’d sent her away.
He dropped her on the bed. “Turn around,” he growled.
She unbuttoned her jacket, pulling it from her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse.
“Leave it!” Another growl, more vicious this time. This was more like it. “On your knees,” he instructed, using a commanding tone. This male was used to getting exactly what he wanted.
Charlotte did as he said, thrusting her ass in the air. Her skirt was tight and still bunched around her hips. She heard a zipper go down and the bed dip. Keto gripped her hips and thrust into her with one solid movement that had her crying out.
The prince snarled as his hips hit her ass. “Hold on,” he growled as he began to fuck her using hard, deep strokes that had her breath seizing in her lungs. The bed creaked with their combined weight. Creak, creak, creak.
Charlotte could already feel the coiling sensation deep inside her. Her skin felt tight. Her cheeks hot. She groaned loudly with each hard thrust.
She could feel his balls slapping against her, could hear the greedy sucking noises her body was making. It felt so good. Charlotte’s voice was high-pitched and her breathing ragged.
“Yes,” she cried, feeling the start of her orgasm. “Oh yes!” An exuberant shout. This was what she had been craving. This was it. She closed her eyes and arched her back as her orgasm slammed into her, tearing through her. She clenched her teeth and moaned, her eyes closed.
Just as she was coming down, he reached around her and pinched her clit between the tips of his fingers. She yelled his name as a second wave of ecstasy rolled through her. More languid this time but just as powerful. Her forehead was on the comforter, her hands tangled in the sheets. Her breath came in sharp pants.
Keto pulled out. Charlotte didn’t think he had come. Now that she thought about it, she was sure he hadn’t. He got up off the bed. Maybe he was somehow disappointed. Was it something she had done? Something she should have done?
“Stand up.” He reached forward, offering her a hand.
Was he going to kick her out? “Um … is everything okay?” She was panting hard. Charlotte took his hand and let him hoist her up. She noticed that he looked unaffected. Except maybe for the pinched look on his face. His eyes looked darker as well. “Was that okay for …?”
“It was more than okay.” His voice was husky. “I want to watch you when you come again for me.”
“Oh!” Breathless and high-pitched. Her channel gave a zing of need. Like she hadn’t just come twice. Now this she could get used to. No wonder he had warned that it was just this once. It wasn’t that he was royalty. It was the things he could do with his cock that might make her want to go back for seconds and thirds.
Chapter 5
Charlotte looked shaky on her feet. He reached out and secured a hand around her, ushering her to the desk at the wall. It must double as a dressing table because it had a large mirror behind it.
Perfect.
Keto positioned the female so that she was facing the mirror. His chest to her back. Her eyes were hooded and glazed over. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks flushed. She was a vampire, which made her tall. The top of her head reached his j
aw. She leaned forward and stuck her ass in the air. Keto took a step back so that he could take a look at her. Charlotte’s flower was beautiful, nestled between long limbs. Delicate soft pink petals drew his eye. Her stem was tight and slick. It was like she had been made for him. Her bud was prominent and ultra-sensitive. His mouth watered for a taste.
He reached forward and ripped her blouse from her body, having to bite back a snarl. Charlotte had skin of porcelain. Her breasts were pink-tipped. Her nipples swollen. They were the perfect size. Not too big, a decent mouthful. He cupped and fondled them. “So fucking beautiful.” He rolled her nipples softly.
Her pupils dilated and her breathing picked up. Charlotte moaned and rubbed her ass against him. She was ready. Keto moved back, unclasped his pants and took them off while keeping his eyes on hers. He watched her in the mirror as her gaze fixed on his root, it turned greedy and heated. She licked her lips, widening her stance and pushing out her magnificent ass further. So fucking tight, it almost had him coming then and there.
There was no need for preamble or time wasting. No need with a female as receptive as this. Besides, he burned for her. “Put your hands on the table,” he instructed as he stepped in behind her.
She did as he said. Keto grunted as he entered her snug, warm body. He shut his eyes and grit his teeth for a moment, desperately searching for control.
She moaned, sounding both frustrated and needy. Good! He pulled away, before thrusting back into her tight confines. Keto hooked one arm around her waist, using the other to brace on the table. He bent his knees and thrust up into her. Charlotte cried out.
Bingo. The spot. He felt her tighten around him. Her eyes were wide, her breathing ragged. Her hands flat on the wooden surface. Her little breasts bounced and shook with every hard thrust. He longed to suck on their tight tips, to feel them tighten even more. She made a soft growling noise.
“That’s it,” his voice was thick. “Look how fucking amazing you are. You feel amazing.” She looked up, beautiful blue eyes met his. They were hooded and glazed over. Keto thrust quicker, eliciting a mewl. “Like heaven.” So warm and soft. Her flesh pulled him in, holding him tight. A warm haven, just for him. “I could stay right here all day.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Her lashes fusing.
“Watch. You look beautiful when you come,” he rasped, feeling her flower as it began to flutter softly with the start of her release. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, which were even more hazy. Charlotte’s jaw went slack as her flower squeezed him tight. She groaned, the sound coming from deep inside her throat. He held her tight around her middle, feeling his balls pull tight, feeling his skin grow taut. Feeling everything and all at once. Keto bit back a snarl as his seed exploded from him. He jerked deeper into her, taking her harder and faster. It didn’t last nearly as long as he would’ve liked. Not nearly. He could stay in this female forever … he growled, cutting off the thought.
Keto released her waist just a little as he began coming down. He slowed his movements, undulating rather than thrusting. Charlotte broke eye contact. She leaned forward. There was a pinch on his arm and before he could think about it ‒ think about anything for that matter ‒ a rush of pleasure coursed through him. His hips jerked forward, as if of their own accord. Ecstasy, euphoria, rapture like nothing before.
There was another hard pull on his arm. It seemed to tug on his root, on his sacs, even his ears tingled. Every erogenous zone on his body flooded with pleasure.
He was thrusting in earnest, coming again and hard. Charlotte moaned, her slick stem spasming around him. The pulling sensation on his arm stopped as she released him there. A few thrusts later and he crumpled over her, flattening Charlotte across the desk. His limbs felt heavy.
“Fuck!” A snarl. He was breathing hard. His body still tingled. He pulled himself up as much as he could, taking his weight off of her. “What …?” He struggled to get the words out. “What … was …” he swallowed hard, “that?”
Charlotte giggled, the sound was husky, she was also still panting hard. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He was still inside her, still sporting a semi. Should’ve still been hard after only coming twice but that orgasm took it out of him. It was like coming five times but all at once. “Why …?” It was his turn to chuckle. He sounded out of breath.
“I shouldn’t have taken your blood without permission.” She sounded drunk. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Ruined.
Keto knew it would happen. Her taking his blood … yet another thing … that only made his need for her grow. It scared him. He wanted her. More than just sex. Fuck! He gripped her hips, his root hardening inside her. With a loud growl, he pulled out. No more! This needed to stop. Any more time with this female, any more time inside her and he would be ruined for good.
His kingdom.
His crown.
“You are welcome to use my shower,” he said. His whole body trembled but he forced himself to stand.
Charlotte lay sprawled over the desk, his seed dripped down her inner thighs. Her hair a blonde tumble about her shoulders. Beautiful. Utterly breathtaking.
She frowned for a moment before schooling her expression. “I thought you were going to make me late for work.” She smiled shyly.
It warmed him that she wanted to stay, that she still wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Charlotte may not remember him and he didn’t blame her for it but he remembered her. Only too well. She was everything he recalled and more … so much more. Truth was, Keto couldn’t spend any more time with her. He needed to keep his head screwed on right. Within two months he would be expected to take a mate. His people would want to see heirs born, and soon. It would be his duty as king to not only run the kingdom but to ensure its future. He held back a sigh, feeling the weight of his responsibility crashing down on him. It was crippling. “You told me you couldn’t be late.” Feeble at best.
“It’s only just six o’clock.” She stood, turning to face him and Keto had to swallow hard. Her breasts looked swollen, her nipples tight. They beckoned him. His root hardened further and even gave a twitch. Charlotte licked her lips. “I’m all for a shower, would you care to join me?”
Keto shook his head. “Thank you, female. I greatly enjoyed our encounter. I have a meeting to prepare for. Please feel free to use my facilities. Shall I order you breakfast?” Perversely, he didn’t want her leaving just yet even though he should be throwing her out.
Her beautiful eyes clouded, then she looked away. When her gaze locked back with his, the look of disappointment was gone. “No,” she shook her head, “I need to get back. I hope you have a safe trip. I’ll just use your restroom and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Keto nodded, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom, picking up her clothing as she went. He picked up his own pants and pulled them back on. Then struggled to get the zipper up with a raging erection in the way. Sending her away was for the best.
Moments later she appeared, wearing her suit but without the blouse. He was fucked if he didn’t want to pull up her skirt a second time and start all over again. He was far too attracted to this female. Too emotionally invested, despite not knowing much about her. This female had filled his thoughts, his dreams for almost as long as he could remember.
“Well, I’ll be on my way then …” She sounded hesitant, like she was waiting for him to ask her to stay. It couldn’t happen.
Keto took her hand as she tried to walk by him. He brought her palm to his lips. One small kiss. Just one. He looked her in the eye. “Thank you and goodbye.”
She seemed taken aback. “Oh … um … sure. Thank you too, I enjoyed myself very much. Maybe next time you’re in town …” She raised her brows.
Keto shook his head. “I won’t be back any time soon, besides I’m taking a mate in the coming weeks.”
“Of course. All of the best with finding the right female.”
He was going to need it.
Keto nodded once.
“And … um … with everything, my lord.” She curtsied.
Her hand was still in his and he squeezed. “No, you must call me Keto.”
“Not that we’ll see each other again.” She gave him the ghost of a smile.
Keto let her go. “No, that is highly unlikely.”
“Goodbye then.” Just as all those years ago, she looked back once as she walked away, giving him the most dazzling of smiles. This female radiated such purity, such kindness and such immense beauty. Then just as before, she was gone. Only this time, he felt even more alone.
Chapter 6
Charlotte couldn’t get away fast enough. She walked as swiftly as her legs would take her. What happened? What went wrong?
His blood.
She should never have taken his blood without permission. She wasn’t sure what she had been thinking. Thing was, he was so controlled, so together. Charlotte had needed to see him let go and he had. Boy, had he ever. It felt like he enjoyed it. She had felt him come a second time, much harder than the first. His initial reaction was of awe and delight but that had quickly changed. He couldn’t get rid of her quick enough after that.
She took the elevator, pushing repeatedly on the button until the door closed. She ignored the quizzical looks the guards sent her.
Maybe Keto saw her as he would a server back in his own kingdom. Elven highborn rutted freely with lower ranking females. At least, that’s what Esral had told her. He’d slaked his need and pretty much kicked her out. Damn! The more she thought about it, the surer she was that that was what had happened.
It irritated the hell out of her. Made her angry as well. Why did she care so much though? She used males in the same way, just as they used her. It had been that way with Zane for many years. No feelings. No emotions. A quick rut here and there. Surely she didn’t feel anything for the prince. How could she? She had only just met him. Didn’t know anything about him.
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