by Madison Faye
I gasped as he moved closer and then whimpered as I felt his lips press to my bare thigh.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he growled.
I did, my panties stretching tight, caught around my knees. My eyes closed, my breath caught in a second of anticipation.
And then I felt the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
His tongue dragged wetly through my slippery pussy, and I cried out, my toes curling as the sensation blasted through me. My thighs immediately clamped together, but his powerful hands grabbed them tight and pushed them apart. My eyes squeezed shut, my head dropping back against the mirror behind me. His incredible tongue pushed deep inside, lapping at my juices and pushing in and out, making me go to pieces. My hand dropped to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue curled around my little clit.
He groaned hungrily, lapping at me eagerly, growling as he drank down my juices. One hand dropped to his lap, and I managed to open my eyes and glance down to notice him stroking himself through his suit pants.The thought that him pleasuring me like this turned him on so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off himself sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
I heard the sound of his belt, and of his zipper tugging down. I moaned as his tongue pushed deep, my eyes squeezing shut. I glanced down again, and my whole body reacted to what I saw.
His big, throbbing, gorgeous cock.
The same sight I’d walked in on in that hotel room, was pulsing hard between his legs, poking through his undone pants with his hand wrapped tightly around it. He groaned as he fisted it up and down, his tongue swirling over my clit. His other hand pushed between my thighs, and I cried out as two thick fingers slowly spread my pussy wide and slipped inside. He curled them forward, stroking against my inner walls as his lips fastened around my clit and his tongue swirled over it.
I was going to to lose my mind.
My whole world spun, and I could barely breathe as the pleasure started to throb through my whole body. Prince Magnus groaned, jerking his enormous dick as he teased and devoured my pussy. His wicked tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping in and out of my tight, slippery pussy, until I was sure I was going to explode.
“I’m going to make you mine, Princess,” he growled into me. “I’m going to make you my bride, and then I’m going to claim all of you.”
I moaned, my head spinning as his fingers and his tongue and his words started to push me over the edge.
“I’ll take your hand in marriage, and then I’ll take all of you in our marriage bed,” he growled, jerking his big fat cock as he groaned into my pussy.
“Now cum for me, my princess,” he husked. “I want to know what my bride-to-be tastes like when she cums all over my tongue.”
And I did.
I cried out, screaming into the empty bathroom and not even caring who heard as his wicked mouth brought me crashing over the edge into my orgasm — my first, at someone else’s hands. My head swam, and I gasped for air as I sagged against the mirror.
Suddenly, I gasped sharply as he rose and spun me around. I moaned as I felt him stand behind me, pressing me against the mirror. I could feel his pulsing, hot, throbbing cock against my ass, and I whimpered as his hands slid over my hips. They moved up to my bare breasts, fingers teasing my nipples — pinching and pulling on them as his cock pulsed like a muscle against my skin.
He groaned as he reached down and guided his thick head over my ass, down between my cheeks. I whimpered as it teased over my forbidden hole, making my whole body shiver in naughty pleasure. He moved lower, and my eyes suddenly flew open as I felt it slip against my dripping wet pussy lips.
“I’m not going to go inside, Princess,” he growled lowly into my ear, as if reading my mind. “Not yet,” he punctuated it with a bite to my ear, making me cry out.
His huge cock slipped forward, the head pushing over my clit and moving over it. His hands found my hips, pushing my legs together around him. He started to move his hips, and I started to just moan.
His hot, fat girth spread my lips on either side of him, sawing back and forth and rubbing my clit on every stroke. He wasn’t penetrating me, just slipping his cock back and forth over my clit and right past my untouched opening.
He growled in this deep, low, masculine way that had me panting. His hands grabbed my ass hard as his hips began to thrust into me again and again. I was whimpering in pleasure, my palms against the mirror in front of me and gasping for air as his big cock drove me higher and higher. I felt like he was taking me, like he was fucking me and claiming me, without actually taking my virginity.
The thought sent my head reeling, and suddenly as his hands tightened on my ass and his cock thrust wetly over my clit once more, I came again.
I cried out, moaning for more as he groaned loudly and started pounding into me again and again. I could feel him tense suddenly, his groan falling from his lips as he pulled back and thrust his slippery, sticky cock up between the globes of my ass. He roared my name, and suddenly, I felt that thick cock of his pulse against my ass. His hot cum came spurting out — gushing over my skin as he pumped his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It ran in sticky rivers down my ass, over my little asshole, and dripped down my quivering pussy. Little dribbles ran down my thighs as I gasped for air, the whole world spinning.
His hands slid up my sides and wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body.
“Imogen,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled, blushing like a total dork as his powerful arms went around me.
“I know you don’t believe me yet,” he husked into my ear. “But you will be my bride.”
“Magnus, I—”
“I know you don’t believe me, and I know you think this is me living up to my reputation. But I’m going to show you how wrong you are,” he said with fire in his voice. “I’m done with all that. That all was me not knowing who I was. That was me before I met you,” he groaned, kissing my neck.
“I will make you my bride,” he growled. His hands snaked down and pulled my panties up my quivering legs, pulling them tight against the sticky mess still dripping between my legs.
“I’ll take your hand as my queen,” he whispered. “And then?” His teeth grazed my neck, making me gasp as my head spun.
“And then I’ll take the rest of you.”
Chapter 8
Imogen
Imogen
Magnus left the bathroom first, leaving me alone with my roaring thoughts.
What had I just done? I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that the girl in this room with him had been me.
And suddenly, I felt like an idiot. I’d been caught up in his words. Him, the infamous womanizer. I’d walked right into his stupid web and let him do those things to me.
Wonderful, amazing, body-quaking things, but still. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for his crap. All I could think about was the tabloid scandals involving him, and here I was, one more notch on his bedpost.
God, at least I hadn’t given him everything like some stupid little naive virgin.
I tried to compose myself, fixing my hair in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and trying to ignore the naughty, sticky heat still soaking my panties between my legs. I took a quick breath. I had to get back out there before my absence was missed, enjoy the rest of this stupid ball, and then figure out how to make sure I’d never see that asshole again.
I unlocked the door, straightened my dress, and stepped out—
Right into my older sister.
“Ilana!”
She gasped jumping a foot back — just as shocked to see me as I was her.
“Im!”
Her crazy long, gorgeous blonde hair — up in an elaborate style before the dance, was now half hanging down, mostly just piled up in a loose bun now, though still tumbling over her shoulders.
Her lipstick was smudged, and there were noticeable bruises on her neck.
My eyes went wide.
“Oh m
y God! I hissed, what did you just—”
“Me?”
She raised a brow at me, her cheeks flushed bright red.
“You’re missing a tie on the top of that gown, sis.”
I felt my face go hot as I quickly glanced down and tied the last little bow on the front of my dress.
“And who might you have been with?”
“No one,” I said quickly.
“You just half took your dress off and decided to mess up your hairstyle and makeup, huh?”
“Well looks who’s talking!”
We glared at each other, before slowly, we both started to grin.
“Who?” she said eagerly, suddenly stepping into me and grabbing my arm, grinning.
I shook my head. No way was I going to tell her.
“Oh c’mon!”
“You first,” I whispered.
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“This is silly, we should just say it.”
Ilana bit her lip, her eyes nervously searching my face. “No judging?”
“Of course not!”
Please don’t judge me for fooling around with the biggest man-whore in the kingdoms.
“Count of three?”
I shivered, taking a breath and nodding. “Okay.”
We counted together out loud. “One, two, three!”
“Prince Magnus.”
My sister’s eyes went wide. “Imogen!”
My jaw dropped. “Did you seriously not just say who!?”
She dropped her eyes.
“Ilana! That is so fucking not fair!”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry!” She cringed. “It’s so much worse though, trust me.”
“Worse than hooking up with Prince Magnus?”
Her eyes flew back to mine. “Did you, I mean, did you let him—”
I shook my head. “No.”
She let a breath out.
“He said he wants to marry me.”
My sister’s brows shot up. “Seriously?”
“I know,” I sighed. “What a line right?”
She frowned. “I don’t know, hon. Invoking marriage just to get into your pants seems low even for a guy with his rep. I don’t get the feeling he’s a bad person, he’s just got all those tabloid stories dogging him.”
I looked at the floor.
“Did he hurt you?” she said softly.
“No, of course not. He was actually really sweet.”
“And he’s gorgeous.”
I blushed. “And that.”
“And the Prince Regent of Zale.”
“Ilana—”
“I’m just saying — you are a princess, he is a prince, and this is a suitor’s ball.”
“Him? Seriously?”
“Is it really that hard to imagine?”
“Yes,” I spat out.
“Ims, c’mon.”
I chewed my lip, thinking of the way his hands had felt — how his lips had tasted. The things he’d said to me, about making me his wife, and taking all of me. And something flamed inside of me. Something caught fire, and lingered on that thought.
I shook my head.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me who, you bitch,” I muttered, changing the subject.
Ilana pouted sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I just—”
She trailed off.
“Who!”
“It’s…scandalous,” she whispered, her eyes darting around my face.
I grinned. “Oh, now you have to tell me.”
She shook her head.
“Fine, be like that,” I pouted back. “Wait, you didn’t sleep—”
“No, God no,” she whispered. “But…” she trailed off.
“You’re terrible.”
“Sorry.”
I frowned. “Hey, have you seen Isla? Or Adele for that matter?”
She shook her head. “No I was—”
She bushed.
So did I.
“Yeah, guess we lost track of them.”
Her eyes suddenly went wide. “You don’t think she’s still dancing with Prince Logan, do you?”
I shivered. “God I can’t imagine she is. He scares me.”
“He’s also crazy hot.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, he is, Im. In that dark, tortured way. God, I bet Isla is eating that up.”
We glanced at each other and grinned.
“She’s totally still dancing with him, isn’t she,” I laughed.
“Oh, totally. We should get back in there,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed.
“I need to go— uh.” I looked away. “I’m just going to freshen up in my room.”
“Imogen! No, I need you to help hide me when we’re back in the ballroom!”
I glanced at her. “What, embarrassed about whatever you just did that you won’t tell me about?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Oh now you have to tell me!”
“I can’t!” She sighed. “Im, it’s — I mean.” Her eyes suddenly went wide, glancing past me.
“I have to go, now,” she hissed. “Please come back to the ball soon.”
And with that, she turned, and fled, her gown and her loose hair billowing out behind her.
I frowned, shaking my head.
“Weirdo,” I muttered, turning, when my eyes went wide.
“Evening, Princess.”
The two gorgeous, blond, blue-eyed, staggeringly handsome Prince Charmings of Marland stood before — identically beautiful and identically flashing smooth, smirking, melting smiles.
I swallowed. “Hi. Good evening, I mean.”
Caspian, or possibly Cade, cleared his throat.
“We were, uh, we were wondering if you’d seen your sister?”
“Isla?”
“Princess Ilana,” the other answered, his voice velvety and smooth.
“Oh, she’s just—“
I froze.
“Its’ scandalous, Imogen!”
My eyes darted between them. Okay, clearly it was one of the Charming brothers she’d just been fooling around with. I just wondered which one.
“She’s back in the ball, I believe,” I said quickly.
They glanced at each other
“Thank you.”
“If you see her,” the other said. “Just mention we’re looking for her.” He grinned. “And tell her it’s her turn.”
My brow puzzled. “Um, okay.”
Suddenly, I froze again.
They’d said ‘we,’ as in ‘we’re looking for her.’
Its scandalous.
My jaw dropped.
No way. No freaking way.
I quickly smiled and turned to scamper down the halls back to my own quarters.
This was scandalous if what I was thinking was true. But right now, I couldn’t think about my sister and her antics with one or scandalously both of the Charming brothers. Right now I had to clear my head, get my heart straight, and get back to the ball.
But first I had to change my panties.
Chapter 9
Magnus
I knew I should get my head on straight. I knew I should’ve gone and found my friends, had a stiff drink and thought about what the fuck I was doing and what I’d said to her.
I mean this wasn’t me. This was me just saying dumb shit because I wanted to get a piece of that sweet, virgin pussy, right?
Wrong. So fucking dead wrong.
I stalked the hallways of King Lucian’s palace instead of heading back into the ballroom, the thoughts swirling through my head. I’d meant every word I’d said to Imogen. All of them. And now that I’d thought more about it, those words consumed me.
I wanted her. Not just to fuck her, either. I wanted her. I wanted to make her mine. I wanted to put a ring on her finger and a crown on her head and make her my queen, forever. I wanted her and no one else, always. I wanted to claim that innocent woman, and fill her with my seed until she swelled up with my heir
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bsp; Hell, five heirs.
For the first time ever in my life, I saw the future. I saw what I wanted and I was focused on that and nothing else. No more frivolities. Nothing else mattered but getting her, and making her see that I was serious.
I stepped into the ballroom, my eyes scanning the room.
I didn’t see any of my friends, nor did I see either of Imogen’s sisters, or the Princess Adele I’d met earlier — all strangely absent from their own suitor’s ball.
Interesting.
I frowned and quickly whirled, detouring from the ballroom.
Fuck this. I wasn’t going to slink around and find my friends and debate this. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted her.
Again.
Right now.
All due respect to King Lucian, but his guards needed a refresher course. Granted, getting into the ball had involved heavy security, but once in, roaming the castle was fairly easy.
I dodged a few patrols as I made my way through the castle towards the residence quarters. My mind was focused, my heart pounding, and my cock throbbing hard.
I had to have more of her.
I opened doors left and right, getting angrier and more frustrated before I finally zeroed in on one big wooden door at the end of a lavish hallway, up a small flight of stone steps. There was a small green bow taped to the door knob, and I grinned.
That had to be hers, and I doubted she was expecting me, but there was no turning back. Like I said, she’d been mine the second I saw her. This was me just collecting on that.
I didn’t bother knocking, I just opened the door and stepped inside. She shrieked, whirling and gasping as she clutched her hands by her throat.
“Magnus,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “What— what are you doing here?” She gasped, backing away from me as I stormed into the room and shut the door behind me.
“You know what I’m doing here,” I said softly. “And I know what you’re thinking. I know you think everything I said was bullshit, or some sort of line.”
I shook my head, striding towards her quickly, and grabbing her up in my arms before she could react. She gasped, her hands falling against my chest.