Royal Elite Epilogue: Royal Elite Book Seven

by Kent, Rina

  She laughs, lust shining bright in her eyes. “And if I say no?”

  “I’ll fuck you all the way to Monday.”

  Challenge rises in her blue gaze. It’s a game of ours, something we do when Elsa wants me to go rough and merciless on her.

  “And if I say no again?” Her voice is barely a murmur.

  “We can go on until Tuesday.”

  She reaches between us and runs her finger over my cock. It was semi-hard since she hugged me. At her touch, my dick snaps to life in an instant.

  The fucking traitor is on an Elsa-Viagra pill. She’s the only one who’s able to revive him to life.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. If you don’t move your hand…”

  “What?” she challenges.

  “I’ll tie you up,” I whisper darkly into her ears and feel her sharp intake of air.

  We don’t do this often, but whenever we do, Elsa lets go completely. My little Frozen gets off on having her will taken away by me during sex. She’s slowly admitting that fact to herself.

  Baby steps.

  She releases my cock and reaches to take off the T-shirt.

  I clutch her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m going to fuck you with my name branded on you, then you’ll ride me wearing it. Then I’ll take it off, tie your hands with it and fuck your little arse.”

  A red hue covers her cheeks. I revel in her reaction to my words as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “All the way to Sunday?”

  “All the way to fucking Sunday, sweetheart.”

  My lips find hers as I ram inside her in one brutal go. My abs tighten with the ruthless force of my thrust. She arches off the bed. Her arms and legs grip around me like a vice.

  In moments like these, when Elsa and I are one, the entire world vanishes.

  The need to possess her beats under my skin and claws in my bones. It’s more than an obsession or even an addiction. It’s light in the darkness burning me from the inside out.

  The more she holds on to me like I’m her anchor, the harder I fall into her warmth.

  Being with Elsa is exactly like it was ten years ago. She always brought peace to my chaotic head.

  The only difference is that I became more perverse about her company.

  Kissing and hugging aren’t enough anymore. Now, she’s mine, body, heart and soul.

  First, she engraved herself under my skin, then in my brain, and then into my heart. She made a cosy place for herself in there. Now, that damn thing only beats for her.

  After I come deep inside her walls and bring her to orgasm two times in a row, Elsa lies limp, appearing all spent.

  I’ll probably need to draw her a bath.

  “Did I tell you how crazy your stamina is?” She rolls onto her side and props her elbow, facing me.

  I tug on the T-shirt that’s still covering her tits. “We still didn’t do the round with this off.”

  “I give up.” She laughs. “I completely give up.”

  “Good. Because I wasn’t kidding. I keep my promises, sweetheart.”

  A twinkle shines in her bright eyes as she nibbles on her bottom lip. She then releases it fast, thinking I won’t be able to read that gesture.

  It’s useless. I already know she has something in that busy head of hers.

  “What is it?”

  She says nothing.

  My lips tug in a smirk. “Tell me or I’ll add another round of thorough fucking.”

  “You said you keep all your promises,” she starts.

  “I do.”

  “How about promises from ten years ago?”

  So it’s about that. I smile on the inside, but I show her nothing. “I don’t know. You still didn’t decide on your university.”

  We’ve been talking about this for the past few months. I was more than willing to ditch Oxford and go to Cambridge — even if it’s not the best for business management and it’d piss Jonathan off.

  None of that mattered. I already decided Elsa and I will live together at university. I won’t do the whole long-distance bullshit.

  “I’m ditching Oxford,” I tell her matter-of-factly. I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.

  “Bummer.” She pouts. “I was thinking of applying there.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes. Dad and I talked and I decided to go back to my initial dream.”

  “Your initial dream?”

  “Yeah. I showed you the drawings when I was young.”

  “Building houses.”

  She nods frantically. “I’ll go to the School of Architecture at Oxford.”

  “And we’ll live together.” I know I’m burning steps, but I have to hit the iron while it’s hot.

  Truth is, I can never get enough of Elsa. It kills me to send her back home every other night.

  I want her with me all the fucking time. I want to sleep surrounded by her warmth every night and wake up to her face every morning.

  I expect her to fight and tell me she needs to think about it.

  My mind is already filled with a thousand ways to convince her. I can sabotage her dorm application. I can trick her into thinking she’s rented a house with a roommate and then surprise her by showing up. I can —

  Elsa reaches under the bed and brings out a bucket of chocolates. She kneels by my side, cradling the thing as her face turns bright red.

  A bucket of chocolate? What the fuck?

  Wait.

  The name of the brand stares back at me.

  Maltesers.

  “When I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a bucket of Maltesers.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Dad says you have to buy gifts for the one you marry.”

  “Marry?” I whisper.

  “Yup!” She grins. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”

  “I’m keeping my promise, too,” she murmurs.

  “You’re not the one proposing, I am.” I groan, pulling her and the stupid bucket into me. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Elsa. You’ll be my wife. My family. My fucking home.”

  She nods several times, tears shining in her eyes. “You’ll be my home, too, Aiden. Always.”

  Always.

  I crash my mouth to hers.

  Elsa is mine.

  Fucking mine.

  Just like I’m hers.

  Always.

  Next up, I’m going to put a fucking baby in her.

  3

  Kimberly

  Age Twenty-one

  I wake up submerged in pleasure.

  Literally.

  My legs are wide open as Xander feasts on my pussy. His wicked tongue runs up, then thrusts inside me.

  I back off the bed and grab his blond strands with a force that must hurt. That doesn’t stop him, though.

  He eats me like a hungry predator and I’m his poor, willing prey.

  His thumb finds my clit and he does that masterful thing, flicking and circling. It’s insane how much better he knows my body than I do. How he drives me crazy with the simplest touches.

  The moment he teases it between his fingers, I’m a goner.

  Complete and utter goner.

  I scream his name as I come undone around his tongue. My breathing is harsh and fast as he licks my sensitive folds one more time.

  When his face reappears from between my legs, he’s grinning so wide that his dimples form deep creases in his cheeks.

  He darts his tongue out and licks me off his lips, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.

  Oh, God.

  That will never get old.

  Since we started living together when we started college three years ago, Xander always wakes me up this way or with his dick deep inside me. Bottom line, he always wakes me up with an orgasm and those mischievous dimples.

  I try to wake him with my lips around his cock, but that doesn’t happen too often. One, he’s always up first, and two, he usually doesn’t like it when I take away his ‘morning fun’ as he calls it.

 
; “Morning, beautiful.” He climbs my body with slow, sloppy kisses up my belly.

  I stopped my life-draining diet two years ago. It took too much to make that decision, so as soon as I began to keep my food in, I decided to adopt a healthy lifestyle but without starving myself.

  Xander became my personal trainer for runs, and I might have wanted to kill him at the beginning for all the long jogs we did, but then I started to look forward to them. And, okay, the way he looked in his running clothes might have helped a bit. Fine, a lot.

  He’s just delicious, and all the girls who jog in our park agree.

  When I glared at them, he teased me and told me while fucking me that I’m the only woman he sees and ever will.

  True, I still have those self-confidence issues sometimes, but now, I have my mechanisms and I’ve learnt how to easily move away from them by digging into my self-empowerment.

  Now, I can look at myself in the mirror and finally smile. I can be myself and not want to be someone else.

  And the person who played the most important role in all of that is this man who’s now kissing his way up my body – my non-perfect, full of stretch marks and scars body – and still has that wild, lustful look in his eyes.

  He flicks my nipple with the pad of his thumb and I moan deep in my throat and run my fingertips over the place where his heart lies. He had a tattoo inked on his skin as soon as he returned from rehab and stayed away from Absolut Vodka. We do drink, but he never loses himself to it now.

  Green.

  That’s what’s on the tattoo. Just one word next to his heart.

  He got me inked on him for life, and I still feel close to tears whenever I see it.

  Xander is mine as much as I’m his.

  His chest sticks to mine as he grins at me with that sloppy, sleepy, lustful smile.

  “Morning, Xan.” I ruffle his blond hair. I can’t keep my hands off it and I might be too in love with the colour. It’s shining under the morning light coming from the balcony of our bedroom.

  He leans on his elbows so they’re on either side of me. “Happy graduation.”

  “Ugh, don’t remind me of all the things I have to do today. Kir was demanding to come here.”

  Dad, Lewis, and Kirian will join us for lunch after the graduation ceremony, and then I’ve already made plans with Elsa, Aiden, and the others.

  That is, if Aiden doesn’t decide to kidnap Elsa somewhere.

  We always have family lunches and dinners now. Lewis and Dad are our fathers, and although I don’t call Lewis ‘Dad’ and Xan doesn’t do the same to my dad, we have that unspoken mutual understanding, sort of like the one Dad and Lewis had for years.

  It’s easier this way and doesn’t give us grief from any prying eyes.

  Mum moved to Paris two years ago. She sends us invitations to her exhibitions, but we don’t go. There isn’t even any pain as we talk about her now. She’s like that distant relative no one actually cares about.

  Even Kirian, who’s supposed to be attached to his mother, doesn’t want to spend time with her and is now striving to be a ‘proper’ man like Dad and his Uncle Lewis – his words, not mine.

  “I’ll bribe Kirian with brownies so he doesn’t spend the night,” Xander says.

  “Why can’t he?”

  “Because we’re celebrating.”

  “We’ll be doing a lot of celebrations for one night.”

  “We’ll have to add one more then. The most important one.” He reaches under the pillow and retrieves a ring with a blinding green jewel on top.

  My eyes widen as I stare between him and the ring. This can’t be what I think it is…?

  “I’ve wanted to do this since RES, but Dad and Calvin said all that adult shit about college graduation and whatnot. Besides, I didn’t want to distract you more than I should. Needless to say, I’ve waited so fucking long to make you officially mine, to call you my wife, my life, and my future.”

  I’m crying like a little girl by the time he finishes. “Yes! Absolutely yes!”

  “I wasn’t asking. That means you have the chance to say no and I’m not having that, Green.” He slips the ring on my finger. Perfect fit – of course it is.

  Sometimes, I think Xander knows me even better than I know myself.

  He stops and looks at me more than I’ll ever stop to look at myself.

  And for that reason, he’s not only perfect for me, but he was made for me.

  Just like I was made for him.

  “I love you so much, Xan.”

  “And I love you, Green.” He claims my mouth in a slow kiss that robs my breath.

  I’m melting and I have no interest in stopping it. London, our cat, mewls, then jumps on the bed, demanding to join the celebration. She hates being left out.

  Xander pulls away, “Now, for the wedding date.”

  “What about it?”

  “How about tomorrow?”

  We both laugh as our lips meet again.

  4

  Teal

  Age Nineteen

  There’s something about seeing the world through different lenses.

  Before, it was blurry. Now, there’s sense to it, a clarity I wasn’t able to feel before.

  There’s something called happiness, and there’s something called joy.

  For my whole life, I never actually understood what happiness meant and why people would crave to be happy. It felt like a high that would just eventually wear off.

  That is, until Ronan became a constant in my life. He’s happiness incarnate.

  He’s a high that will never wear off.

  After we graduated, we spent the summer travelling. Just that, travelling, from one country to another and from one city to the next.

  We were free souls discovering the world and people and cultures. He called me a nerd whenever I asked about museums, and I called him a gigolo whenever he wanted to go to the trendiest bar.

  Ronan will be Ronan no matter what happens. Fun and parties are in his soul. Whenever anyone needs a party thrown, he’ll be at the front of the line planning his next ‘epic’ event. The last was Aiden and Elsa’s marriage. He was so extra in his speech, acting salty because he wasn’t the best man.

  Since then, he’s been bribing Xander to be chosen as the best man, threatening to delete them all from his group chat.

  He won’t.

  What he doesn’t tell them is that the horsemen saved him from his head several times in the past. They weren’t there just for the parties, like most other people; they were there for him, and Ronan would never forget that.

  To say we’re both over Eduard would be a lie. Sometimes, it feels as if he’s still the shadow looming over our lives, even after his death.

  Ronan and I still have the nightmares, but they’re sparse and far between. We go to joint therapy now, and it’s the best therapy I’ve had in my life.

  When it gets to be too much, I just say it. However, it usually doesn’t, because I know I have my family, and most of all, I have him.

  Ronan.

  The moment he strokes my hair off my face or kisses me, I usually climb his body and demand that he fucks me.

  Of course, he obliges, and he makes it dreamier every time, rougher, harder. Ronan has never treated me as if I’m a delicate flower, and I love him the most for it. Even when he fucks me slow, it’s to make me feel him — feel us — not because he’s afraid of touching me.

  Ronan and I are never afraid of touching each other. If anything, it’s what brings us closer and makes us calmer.

  We started with a touch. The first time he did it in RES’s library, I kind of fell under his spell and he fell under mine.

  Today, I have a surprise for him.

  We came to his parents’ house for dinner. Charlotte is finally out of the danger zone. Those couple of months after Eduard’s death were complete hell.

  Edric had to make his brother’s death seem like an accident, and Charlotte’s illness was taking its toll on him and R
onan. I held my fiancé’s hand through it all until the results came out and the doctor said the last surgery had been a success.

  She had to do a lot of recovery therapy, and Edric didn’t leave her side through it all. Ronan didn’t either.

  One of my favourite memories about that time was when Edric asked Ronan for forgiveness for not seeing Eduard’s actions, and Ronan said he was sorry he hadn’t seen his mum’s illness.

  Edric and Ronan grew so close during Charlotte’s recovery journey. I think seeing them together by her side helped her mental state more than any doctor would tell them.

  Ronan and I were supposed to leave after dinner, but he said he needed to grab something from his room.

  He’s been taking a long time, so I might as well ask him now.

  “Lars.” I grin when I see him coming out of Ronan’s room. “How do I look?”

  I pull on my white T-shirt, on which is written ‘Belle’.

  I’m also wearing a black tulle skirt, a leather jacket, and boots — comfy, as usual.

  “That’s the second time you’ve asked me that question tonight, Miss Teal.”

  “Stop being such a snob, and it’s only Teal,” I tease.

  Lars and I have grown close over time. He wouldn’t admit it, but he always has a dark chocolate bar ready for me then he whines about how I keep stealing them.

  “You look beautiful.” He lifts his chin. “And stop eating the chocolate no one offers you.”

  I make a face as he strides down the hall then I go into the room.

  Okay, this is it.

  It’s not like it needs to be traditional or something — not that I care about that anyway.

  “Hey, Ronan, when are we getting married…?”

  I trail off when I find him in the middle of removing his trousers in front of a bed filled with baskets of dark chocolate.

  “Fuck, belle, you weren’t supposed to come in yet.”

  I grin. “Don’t stop on my account.”

  His hands remain on his belt. “Lars said dark chocolate is the best bribe I could use with you.”