For the moment, all she knew was that her mate was in bed, being tended by the Faction’s surgeon. She felt him through their connection and she didn’t like the weak pulse coming from his heart.
She couldn’t lose him now, not when she’d just found him. She’d been pledged to him her entire life, but she never thought she’d love him.
A brief knock preceded Lance entering their chambers, his face awash in worry.
“How is he?” he asked softly.
Beth shrugged her shoulders and wiped an errant tear making its way down her cheek.
“He’s weak and lost a lot of blood, the surgeon is sewing his wounds,” she responded. “I can’t lose him,” she added and her voice hitched.
“You won’t,” the surgeon announced as he approached them, wiping his bloodied hands on a towel. “Your mate needs you,” he added and brushed past them. “Lance, grab my bags please and let’s leave the newlyweds to their privacy.”
Lance blushed and nodded curtly before retrieving the doctor’s bags and rushing toward the door himself.
“Wait,” Beth called. “I don’t understand, what am I supposed to do?”
Lance stopped just inside the threshold and turned to face her. He smiled coyly and winked.
“Your mating ceremony isn’t exactly complete,” he announced and pulled the door closed behind him.
Realization dawned and Beth spun to study the unconscious form of her mate. Moving slowly and quietly, she approached the bed and watched the unsteady rise and fall of his chest; his gloriously muscled, smooth chest. Clenching and unclenching her hands several times, she finally decided to hell with tradition and shoved the silk robe from her shoulders, stepping out of the purple pool as soon as it hit the floor.
She climbed up on the bed and moved to straddle Wesley and shrieked in surprise when his large hands moved to grasp her thighs.
“You scared me,” she scolded. “You’re weak and shouldn’t exert yourself.”
Wesley smiled although he’d yet to open his eyes.
“The day I miss my mate ravishing me is the day I die,” he announced weakly. “And I’m not going to die without tasting you first,” he added and shifted so that he pinned her to the bed with his heavy body.
“Your stitches,” she screeched and shoved at him. “You’ll reopen the wound.”
Wesley responded by leaning down and taking her earlobe between his teeth the same time his hand wandered south and penetrated the mound of red curls between her legs. She almost purred at the sensations that racked her body.
“As you so elegantly pointed out, I am weak and I owe you much more than a quick romp in the sack, but I need you so badly I don’t think I can take it slow and easy,” Wesley murmured as he nibbled a path from her ear, down her neck and then back up to her lips. “Are you okay with that?”
Beth threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his gloriously firm ass.
“Take what you need, however you need it,” she answered and gripped his hair tight enough to bring tears to his eyes. “My body is yours for now and forever.”
Wasting no more time, Wesley drove into her like a starving man after water. She raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She clawed at his back with her nails and bit at his neck, suckling the tender flesh with her blunt Human teeth.
When she felt that tidal wave cresting, she knew the end was near, so she allowed her fangs to elongate and punctured the skin directly over his carotid artery, almost smiling when he gasped in response.
“Turn about is fair play,” he panted and punctured her throat in return. They drank from one another until they’d leeched every last remnant of pleasure from one another.
Beth felt Wesley’s strength returning with every beat of her heart. Her blood had returned him to health and vitality.
With his skin flushed a deep scarlet, Wesley rolled onto the bed beside her and pulled her against his side in a bone-crushing embrace.
“What about the war?” Beth asked, although she hated to spoil the moment. It wasn’t as if they were alone on a deserted island. Even though they basked in the afterglow of sharing souls, they were still in grave danger.
“It will still be there in a couple hours,” Wesley mused.
“Did you ever meet Phillip the Peaceful?” Beth asked as the thought suddenly occurred. The way Wesley had spoken of him, with a fondness only a close relationship could boast, she felt sure he had.
Wesley smiled coyly and turned his head to study her.
“Yes,” he answered simply. “So have you.”
But before Beth could ask who he meant, Wesley advanced on her with a ravishing gleam in his eyes and she knew well how they’d spend the next couple hours.
Epilogue
Henry pulled the old manuscripts and tomes from the book cart and lovingly returned them to the glass case he stored them in. He’d enjoyed enlightening Beth about Phillip the Peaceful’s journey and was pleased when she’d seen the truth and light of His words.
Although the war had begun, all four Factions were now secured with their Crowned and Mated leaders. The rebels didn’t know the battle that awaited them.
Shuffling over to the low burning fire, Henry took a handful of finely ground powder from a pouch hanging from his robe’s belt and sprinkled it carefully across the flames.
“Time to wake up,” he murmured and smiled when the walls and ceilings rumbled in response. As an original Ancient One - the last surviving one - Henry knew if the Elementals were to remain in existence, the last Faction would need to make a return. All their kind believed them extinct when all the while they’d remained in stasis, hidden safely away until such time as they were needed.
*****
THE END
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Prologue Daddy’s Fiancee Nanny
Rafael
As a general rule, I don’t hate lawyers. I do however find them tedious, annoying and useless. Even the Royal Legal counsel at home and even the General Counsel for the family business, Estamillo Shipping. At least I felt that way until I found myself sitting in a sleek modern office inside a Beverly Hills law office.
“I just don’t understand how they even have cause to bring such a ridiculous fucking lawsuit!”
“Mr. Cavalleros you need to calm down.” Tara Hansen, my lawyer with a reputation for being a shark, calmly reminded me for the sixth time in the past half hour. “This is America, we can sue anyone for anything we choose. It is my job to make sure they don’t win, and I am damn good at my job.”
Her confidence did inspire me, but how in the hell could any man in my position feel confident or inspired when someone tries to take away your child?
“So you’re saying they have no chance to win custody of Sofia?”
Tara gave me a gentle smile and I hated it, so placating and fake. “There’s always a small chance,” she said to me while her fingers flew over the keyboard on her mobile. “But I have a private investigator looking into every aspect of their lives. We’ll find everything that reflects poorly on them as guardians for Sofia.”
This was exactly the part of the law that turned my stomach. How could I live with myself if I let this woman tear apart my former in-laws? They were still my daughter’s grandparents. But then again, how could I not use every tool at my disposal to make sure my little girl stays with me?
“I’d like you to run what you find by me first.”
“I know you are a royal Mr. Cavalleros, and therefore you are used to people bowing to your every whim. However, I only take cases I can win. So if you don’t trust me to do what I have to do, I’m happy to recommend someone else.”
Well hell. “No that’s fine Ms. Hansen but these people are Sofia’s grandparents.”
Tara leaned forward and then stood, turning her back to me to gaze out her window. “Y
ou need to remember that they are also the people telling the court that you’re not fit to take care of her. That your lack of a female companion is somehow hurting your child.” She turned around, blue eyes fierce and ready for battle. “The law is not for the faint of heart. Do you trust me to do everything in my power to keep Sofia where she belongs?”
I nodded, because what the hell else could I say? “I trust you.”
“Good. The Royal Counsel of Estamillo has sent me their recommendations, you want to hear them?”
I shook my head. My father, the King of Estamillo, was in agreement with the Counsel. Come home with Sofia and out of the reach of the American justice system. “I’ve heard nothing but for the past three days.”
She laughed. “They have good intentions but given our relationship with your country, I think it’s best not to turn this into a diplomatic fiasco.” Leaning against her desk, she crossed her arms and gave me an assessing look. “It wouldn’t hurt your case though to have a woman in your life. Is there someone?”
There was, but not officially. I admit I’ve harbored feelings for her for some time now, but she was too young. Had too much life to live to settle down with a man twenty years her senior and play mother to someone else’s child. And she was my nanny.
“There is,” Tara smiled and sat down, resting her chin in her hands. “A girlfriend? Because that would be good.”
“No, not a girlfriend.” Not even a woman I’d been on a date with, though we did spend a great deal of time together.
Her smile fell. “Well making her your girlfriend would be good. Making her your fiancée would be even better.”
I said my goodbyes to the lawyer and made my way to the sprawling beach home I purchased for my stay in America. I spent the ride home staring at the sparkling water to my left and thinking.
Losing my wife was hard for many reasons, but none more than the fact that my little girl would never get to know her mother. It hurt to live without her that first year, knowing that had Angelica simply stayed home instead of competing in the regatta during a storm, she would have been here to witness Sofia’s milestones. First walk, first laugh, first word. She’d missed it all and now her parents were trying to take Sofia from me.
I won’t let that happen.
I can’t.
By the time I arrived home, angry and terrified, I had to wipe it all away so Sofia wouldn’t pick up on it. She was a sensitive girl and I needed to shield her from this as much as I could. For as long as I could.
“Daddy! Come build with us,” she said in her accented English, smiling up at me and covered in sand.
“What are you ladies building?”
Sofia looked over to her nanny, Harper, for the word she was looking for and Harper looked up at me with those beautiful violet eyes that had enchanted me from our first meeting.
“We’re building the biggest, baddest sandcastle a princess ever built.”
“Yeah!” Sofia bounced on her knees, hands flying wildly, sprinkling sand everywhere. “Sorry Harper. Sorry Daddy.”
“No worries kiddo. Can’t go to the beach and not get sandy,” Harper smiled, leaning over to pat Sofia on the shoulder and giving me an enticing look at her sizeable chest.
“Come Daddy!”
“Yeah, come on Daddy,” Harper smiled and winked up at me playfully. She was goading me because I’m too serious she says. For the past eighteen months she’d been trying to pull me out of my shell, to get messy and do something spontaneous. It hadn’t worked.
Maybe that’s why she’s not interested.
“Give me five minutes to change.” As I made my way back inside I could still hear their laughter and happy conversation behind me. Harper had been everything Sofia needed and they’d taken to each other beautifully. She loved Sofia and would do anything to protect her.
Anything?
Maybe…
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To be continued…
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bonus Scene, Dr Daddy Next Door
This scene takes place after Rory loses her virginity to Kane. At first I wanted them to have weeks of marathon sex but with a small kid in tow it wasn’t really possible so I cut it. Lucky you, this deleted scene is for your eyes only!
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“What are you doing here?”
It was a good question. Hell, it was even a fair question. Too bad I had no idea why I’d shown up at the hospital to see Kane. Okay, that’s a lie. I knew why I’d shown up. Because every since the last time we were in bed together I could only think of feeling his hands roaming my body. His mouth bringing me intense pleasure and the deep growling sounds he made when he thrust deep into me. But given his radio silence over the past week I couldn’t say any of that.
“I don’t know.”
A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, amusement glittered in his eyes as he sat back and crossed one leg over the other at the knee.
“Good to know.” His gaze raked over my body, taking in my short denim mini and light blue tank that had a hard time constraining my hardened nipples. “I think you stopped by because you want me.”
Damn his arrogance, but my body responded at the smooth whiskey sound of his voice. “Maybe.”
One eye brow rose tauntingly. “Well if you’re not sure… I have work to do.”
Really? Well two could play that game. “You’re right. I should probably just go.” I turned to leave and let my purse slide off my shoulder. It was an amateur move, but I couldn’t be the only one feeling this twisted up, this out of control. I needed to know that it wasn’t one-sided so I bent and picked up the bag, making sure he got a proper glimpse of just how improper I was under my skirt.
“Jesus Christ Rory!” He was on his feet in a flash, his jean-covered cock pressed against me first, then a finger. A long thick finger pushed in from behind, making me arch my back and moan deep.
“Kane,” I groaned, pushing back against his finger so hungry for more of him.
“You’re dripping for me,” he said, his voice tight like he was holding back so I squeezed his finger which pulled a growl from his talented mouth. “So fucking tight.”
I looked over my shoulder and my gaze collided with his. I licked my lips. “Kane I need you. I need your cock.” The deep sound that rumbled through him made my breath catch, my pussy clench. How could I be so hungry for him? So needy?
He pushed my skirt up and turned me to face him, pushing me against his desk and running two fingers through my wet folds before shoving those fingers in his mouth. I groaned and felt my core weep at the erotic sight he presented. “You taste as good as I remember.”
Damn him, I couldn’t wait for his teasing to be over. I needed him more than I’d ever needed another person in my life. More than I ever let myself need another but he made it impossible to resist him. It was like Kane knew just what my body craved and gave it to her, like an addict seeking the next fix. My fingers moved quickly opening his pants and shoving them half way down his legs until his cock sprang free. “As big and delicious as I remember.”
“Rory,” he groaned and pressed my legs wider while I fed his cock into my waiting, hungry body. “Ah, yes.” That sigh, the one that said it was good to be home. That I was home, hit me right in my chest and made me feel things I wasn’t prepared to feel. Of course it hit me slightly lower than my heart too, the way he pulsed inside of me caused a feeling I had never experienced and I cried out.
“So tight. I can’t get enough of you Rory.”
I wanted to say, “Me too,” but I couldn’t. I knew he meant he couldn’t get enough of having his cock inside of me, not that he couldn’t get enough of my company. “Please,” I begged instead knowing how much he loved it when I did.
“Please, what?” He flashed a naughty smile that was such a departure from the good doctor persona he had going on with his smooth slacks and mint green butt
on up shirt that made his eyes seem more silver than blue.
“More,” I whispered as he pulled out and slammed back inside, hard and deep. Just how I needed him.
“Like this?” He did it again, releasing a satisfied groan when I cried out, digging the heels of my espadrilles into his ass.
“Oh yeah. Just like that. Doctor.”
And that final word pulled the final string of his control and brought out his animal side. The side that only had a mind for giving and receiving pleasure. He grabbed my ankles in one hand, holding them at one shoulder so he could change the angle and slide in deeper, hitting a spot that caused colors to swirl behind my eyes. Over and over he hit that mythical spot until I felt a rush of moisture a second before I fell off the edge of that mountain and straight into delirious bliss. “Rory,” he groaned over and over like my name was the only word he could remember in the ecstasy that gripped him.
“Wow.” I was completely amazed by the things happening to my body as it convulsed and quivered, pulsed and flooded the desk between our bodies. “I’ve never…yeah. Oh!” He squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger, kicking my orgasm up another ten notches until I was a sweaty heap of limbs. “Just…wow.”
He laughed a moment before his own orgasm crashed down, shaking his big strong body as he poured himself into me. “Ah, Rory,” he groaned and collapsed onto me sending us both flat on the desk. “You really know how to brighten my day.”
I laughed and he groaned at the way I tightened and squeezed him. “Well my day just got a hell of a lot better.” And only part of it had to do with the mega orgasm he’d just given me. Most of it was just the man himself, especially a moment like now when he stared down at me with affection and fading desire. I wanted to stay like that for the rest of the day. Maybe for the rest of my life. That was not a thought I needed running through my mind at the moment.
“What’s wrong?” His gaze sharpened with concern.
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