Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  “You’re here because you’re mine,” Cale told her firmly. “Mine. I’ve been watching you for months, wanting you. You fascinate me, and I wanted to make you mine from the moment I saw you smiling and laughing with your friend at The Bar. You’ve never had anyone but Shayla at your back before, but that ends today. Right now.” His hand moved from her chin, down her neck, to her breastbone. He flattened his palm and ran it back up. He circled her neck, then slid it around to her nape, where it tightened. “No one fucks with you. No one takes advantage of you. Someone does, you call me and I’ll take care of it. If anyone dares to touch what’s mine, he’ll wish he hadn’t.”

  “Cale,” Katelin protested, but he interrupted her.

  “I love my name on your lips, princess. But you won’t disagree with me on this. I know you. I know what you like to drink. I know that your giggle makes my cock harder than it’s ever been. I know you’re generous and funny. You watch what you eat, but not so much that you won’t indulge every now and then. You’re not alone anymore, Katelin. Not in anything. You’ve got me. And my brother. We’ll stand in front of you and protect you from anyone who wants to take advantage of you and who might want to hurt you. No one fucks with you, princess. Not ever.”

  “But you’re a prince.”

  “Yeah, I’m a prince, who is so far down the line to be king I might as well be a common citizen. But I don’t want it. Fuck, I’ve never wanted it. You are what I want. A home. Babies. Kids who can be themselves, who don’t get yelled at for getting their clothes dirty right before a royal photo session. Kids who can refuse to eat food they don’t like, and who aren’t afraid to run up to their mom and dad and hug them when other people are around.”

  “Oh, Cale,” Katelin said, moving one of her hands up to his cheek and palming it.

  “I realize this is fast, but I don’t give a fuck. I want you, Katelin Kriss. I want to own your body. I want to fill you so full of my come, all the time, you’ll be pregnant again as soon as the doctor gives you the okay to fuck after you have one of my babies. I want to protect you, care for you, love you. But I’m willing to give you time.”

  “You are?” she asked, her eyebrows rising until they were almost lost in her hairline.

  “Yeah. My dick might get blisters from being rubbed off, but I can be patient.”

  “What if I said I didn’t want to wait?”

  Cale closed his eyes as if in pain. Then they popped open and he pierced her with his gaze. “Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he warned.

  “I mean it. Cale, I’ve loved you forever. Hell, I have your picture on my fridge in my apartment. And it’s not just your looks, although I can’t wait to examine each and every one of these tattoos up close and personal. I’ve read every article there is about you. I know about how you and your brother keep the women’s shelter near here running with your donations. I know about how you haven’t been home to Sistonia in ten years, but you still call and wish your brothers a happy birthday every year. I know about how you once stopped in the middle of the highway to rescue a dog and her eight puppies after you saw someone dump them on the side of the road. You not only own your business, but you actually work too. How could I not love you?”

  Cale felt tears sting his eyes but forced them back. “I’m never going to be king,” he repeated softly.

  “Good. Because I’d probably barf if I had to stand in front of a crowd of people and pretend to be something I’m not…regal and polished.”

  Cale dropped the washcloth he’d been holding and moved his hands down Katelin’s sides. “I have no doubt that you’d be perfectly able to hold your own no matter who you had to stand in front of.”

  Her lips parted and she stared up at him, the lust easy to see in her eyes.

  “Once I touch you, you’re mine,” he told her. “If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

  In response, Katelin took hold of one of his hands and intertwined her fingers with his. Then she moved both their hands between her legs. When his finger slid through her slick folds, she dropped his hand and grabbed hold of his arm.

  “Soaked,” he said, a smirk on his face. “For me.”

  “Yeah,” she breathed.

  Cale slid his fingers through her wetness, gathering her juices, before moving up to her clit and rolling it.

  Katelin dropped her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat to him, and moaned.

  “Mine,” Cale growled. “No one touches this but me. No one looks at this but me. Mine.”

  “Cale,” Katelin moaned.

  He shifted his feet, forcing her legs wider apart, opening her to him. Pressing against her lower back with his hand, he urged her closer. When their bodies were touching from their hips to their chests, Cale leaned forward and nuzzled the purple streak of hair by her ear. His hand didn’t stop caressing her as he spoke.

  “You on the pill?”

  “No.”

  “On anything else that might prevent me from planting my baby in your belly tonight?”

  She shivered at his words, but mutely shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes.

  “You want that?” Cale forced himself to ask. He wasn’t an asshole, he’d never do anything she didn’t want, but was relieved when she bit her lip and nodded her head.

  “If you want to be a mom, I’ll make that happen for you. As many times as you want. One, two, five, sixteen. I don’t care. I’ve got the money to take care of you and as many babies as you’ll give me.”

  “Cale.”

  The one word said so much. It was a plea. And a question. And a declaration all at once.

  He forced himself to take a step away from the woman he’d wanted the second he’d lain eyes on her. He stood before her, bare in both the physical and the emotional sense. He held out a hand toward her. “Let me make your dreams come true, princess.”

  Her eyes wandered down his tattoo-covered chest and arms to his cock. It was red and throbbed with his desire. A drop of precome leaked out the tip as she watched and her eyes quickly came back up to his. He waited, knowing if she refused him, he’d never be the same again.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached behind her and shut off the water. Then she stepped toward him and placed her small hand in his. “I feel like Cinderella at the ball.”

  “Screw the ball, Katelin. The bedroom’s so much more fun.”

  She smiled, and then screeched as he pulled her into his embrace with a gentle jerk. He stared down at her for a long moment, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his chest, feeling her hips press against his cock as if she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. He framed her face with his hands, smiling at the lock of purple hair, then leaned into her and said against her lips. “I hope you’re ready for me.”

  “I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.”

  Without another word, Cale swung Katelin into his arms. Without stopping to grab the now nicely warmed towel on the rack, he stalked into his bedroom. He went straight to his bed and dropped her on the sheets he’d climbed out of hours earlier. He loomed over her, his hair dripping onto her chest, her own locks soaking the pillow under her.

  “Spread ’em, princess. Let me see what’s mine.”

  Chapter Five

  Katelin obeyed Cale without hesitation. She had no idea how she’d ended up in Prince Cale’s bed, but she wasn’t an idiot. She’d do whatever he wanted as long as he wanted, because she didn’t figure she’d ever have another chance. She hadn’t lied to him, she’d been in love with him forever. And if this was all a dream, or he came to his senses in the morning, she wasn’t going to deny him anything now. It’d be better to have the memories of being with him, than no memories at all.

  She spread her legs and gasped as Cale kneeled between them and shoved them farther apart. Katelin blushed as she felt the cool air of the room against her heated, wet flesh. She’d been dripping ever since he’d ripped his shirt off in the shower.

  Cale roughly gripped her thigh
s and stared down at her for a long moment. Just as she began to get nervous, he looked up at her and said, “Mine.”

  She smiled. She probably should resent his being so possessive and cavemanish, but how could she? She hadn’t belonged to anyone her entire life. No one had said they’d protect her. No one had said they’d be there for her. She wanted this. Wanted Cale.

  “Yours,” she said shyly—then threw her head back and moaned when his head dropped to her folds.

  He didn’t start out gently, getting her used to his touch. No, he devoured her. Her hips bucked as he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard. He wasn’t fucking around, and Katelin’s stomach muscles tensed as she felt one of his fingers press inside her body.

  He growled around her clit and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm gather inside her. When she thrust her hips up under him, he never lost suction with his mouth. No matter how much she bucked, he followed her movements as if he were a champion bull rider. When he began to lick her clit with his tongue at the same time he sucked, Katelin gripped the sheets under her and screeched. He held her there, at the edge of a monster orgasm for a long moment, but when he added another finger to his first and began to thrust them in and out of her body while he simultaneously licked and sucked at her clit, she lost it.

  The orgasm overcame her senses and she saw stars she let loose. She shivered and shook under him as her body careened into bliss. He eased his mouth off her clit long enough to say, “I need more of that.” Then he opened wide and attacked her clit once more, twisting his fingers inside her this time as he pleasured her.

  This time as she came, her hands moved to his head and yanked on his hair. She opened her legs as far apart as she could get them and planted her feet on the sheets. She thrust her hips up as she convulsed. When she finally came down from the second orgasm, Katelin could feel the sweat dripping down her temple into her hair. She felt exhausted, but exhilarated at the same time.

  Taking a deep breath, she looked down her body at Cale. His eyes were glued between her legs and his fingers were still inside her. Her body clenched and he finally looked up at her.

  Katelin could see her juices glistening on his face and she fought the urge to blush. She licked her lips. “Wow.”

  “Thank you,” Cale said softly.

  “I think that’s my line,” she said dryly.

  “Nope. You giving that to me was a gift, princess. One I liked a hell of a lot. And if I didn’t want to fill you up with my come, I’d be doin’ it all night. Fuck, feeling you quake under me has got to be the best thing ever.”

  “I’ve never come like that before.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like I couldn’t remember my own name. Like I couldn’t even tell you what was going on around me. Like I actually saw stars.”

  His smile widened and he leaned down and kissed her inner thigh as tenderly as he’d kissed her forehead earlier. “Good. That’s how I want you to come every time.”

  “I can’t,” Katelin protested immediately. “I’d die if it was that intense every time.”

  Cale crawled up her body. “Wrong. Your body is gonna crave that intensity. Crave my mouth. My fingers. My cock. It’s gonna know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like that and your greedy pussy is gonna demand that kind of orgasm every time.”

  “And you think you can make it happen?”

  “I don’t think, princess, I know.”

  “Cocky,” Katelin said. But she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.

  At the word cocky, Cale slipped the appendage in question between her soaked folds and thrust upward. The tip of his dick nudged her clit as it passed over it and she shuddered under him in reaction.

  Her head went back to stare up at him as he hovered over her and her hands gripped his biceps. Cale flexed his hips and ran his cock between her legs again.

  “Cale,” she pleaded.

  “Yeah, princess? What do you want?”

  “You.”

  “You have me.”

  “I want more.”

  “Where?”

  “Inside.”

  “You want my cock inside that pretty pussy, princess?” Cale asked, moving slow and steady between her folds, making sure to hit her clit with every pass.

  “Yeah.”

  “Say it,” he ordered.

  Katelin knew she should be embarrassed but she was too turned on. Wanted him too much. “Fuck me, Cale. Fill me up with your come.”

  He groaned then, shifting one hand down to grip his cock. He pulled back enough so he could look down their bodies to where his cock was lined up with her pussy. He rubbed the weeping tip all around her slick folds before finally notching the head at her opening.

  Katelin shifted her hips, trying to take more of him, but he was fully in control of their lovemaking.

  “Look, princess. Watch me take you for the first time.”

  “Yesssss,” she hissed as she looked down between them. His cock was long, and the feel and sight of him entering her was as erotic as anything she’d ever seen before in her life. He pressed inside her without stopping until their pubic hair meshed together. Then he moved a hand to her ass and pushed her harder onto him.

  The arm holding his weight flexed as he moved, and the tattoos on his body looked even more exotic against her own pale, unadorned skin. She wanted to examine them, but couldn’t concentrate on anything other than how he felt inside her. Katelin moved her hands to his hips and dug her nails in.

  She squeezed her inner muscles and literally felt him twitch inside her. “Oooh,” she exclaimed. “I felt that.”

  “Look. At. Me,” Cale ordered.

  Katelin immediately looked up into the face of the man who had claimed her mind, body, and soul.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yours,” Katelin agreed immediately.

  “This cunt is mine.”

  “Yours.”

  “Mine to lick. Mine to fuck.”

  “Cale.”

  “I’m gonna want it all the time,” he warned her. “I can’t imagine ever getting tired of being inside you. Filling you up. Licking you. Fingering you.”

  “Yes,” Katelin moaned as he pulled out barely an inch, then slammed back inside her.

  “Fucking you.”

  “Yes,” she repeated, pulling on his hips as he drew back once more.

  He obliged and pushed inside her again.

  “God, Katelin. I had no idea. No idea my princess would feel this good. This perfect. I never want to leave her. Never.”

  She smiled up at him as he continued to talk nonsense.

  “I’ll make a royal decree that the princess must fuck her prince three—no, four times a day. That she has to lift their skirts so the prince can drink from her pussy morning, noon, and night. I’m already addicted and I haven’t even come for the first time inside you yet,” Cale told her.

  “Cale,” Katelin said sternly. “Look at me. Shut up and fuck me.”

  As if the words were all he was waiting for, Cale did just that. He used his superior strength to move her body where he wanted it. He dropped back on his heels and hauled her ass into his lap as he thrust. He then shifted back over her and draped her knees over his elbows and pounded into her. Then he pulled out, flipped her over onto her hands and knees and thrust back inside her as if the five seconds it took to change position was five seconds too long to go without feeling her warmth around his cock.

  As he lazily thrust in and out, he pulled her upright and one hand went to a nipple and the other to her clit. He alternately squeezed and fondled her breast as he flicked her clit. The second she started to come once more, he dropped her back to her hands and knees and pounded into her from behind.

  “This. Is. Mine. My. Pussy. Fuck. Yeah. So. Good,” he ground out in rhythm as he thrust into her. “Come. Again. Princess. Come. All. Over. My. Cock. Yeahhhhhhh.”

  Katelin thought she lost consciousness for a bit because when she came to, she
was on her side, Cale was curled up behind her on the bed, his cock inside her.

  He kissed her shoulder and held her to him as she tried to shift away. “Stay here,” he ordered.

  “I need to clean up,” Katelin said softly.

  At that, Cale moved. He pulled out of her and they both groaned. Then he turned on his back and pulled Katelin over him until she was straddling his stomach.

  She tried to suck in her belly, to disguise the extra pounds there, but couldn’t concentrate when Cale’s hands gripped her thighs and his thumbs pulled her pussy lips apart.

  “Seeing my come drip out of you is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” he said softly. “But I’d rather it stay inside, do its thing and swim up into your womb instead of leaking out.”

  Katelin squirmed over him, uneasy with the conversation.

  “That make you uncomfortable?” he asked, as if he could read her mind.

  “A little,” she admitted.

  “Why?”

  “Why?” she echoed.

  “Yeah, princess. Why? We’ve already put it on the table that we both want you to get pregnant. And the only way to get knocked up is for this come to be inside your deliciously hot and wet body.” Cale used one finger to scoop up some of his come that had leaked out of her and push both it and his finger up inside her body. “So there’s nothing to be uncomfortable about. Besides…this is my pussy. You said so yourself. So whatever I want to do with it, to it, isn’t anything to worry yourself over.”

  Katelin giggled. “Cale,” she protested.

  “Fuck yourself on my finger,” he ordered as her hips began to shift over him. His thumb moved up to her clit and every time she moved, it brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His other hand came up to her breast and pinched her nipple.

  “Oh!” Katelin exclaimed, not sure if she liked the slight pain.

  “God,” Cale told her, licking his lips. “I wish you could see yourself. See how sexy you are. Fucking my finger, arching your back for me. Yeah, that’s it, princess. Take yourself there.”