Highlander's Love: Winter Solestice (Against All Odds Series 3)

by Veronica Wilson

  “Oh…” She had no more words for what she was seeing.

  “I believe I have a little more to give you than any Earth man could.” He smiled at her as he crawled up on to the bed, his already hard member gliding along the silk as he did.

  “I…umm…well…yes, I would believe it.” She licked her lips as the king lay beside her on the bed.

  “Would you like to touch it?” Meredith reached out her fingers and slid them gently over the full fifteen inches of the king’s cock. When she got to his tip she circled her fingers around his cock head before sliding them back down the length of his shaft. “You can taste it if you like.” The invitation was all she needed. Meredith leaned over and wrapped her lips around the tip of him. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue and it tasted so much sweeter than the strawberry she had just eaten. She lapped at his tip, ensuring that not a drop went to waste before she slid her mouth down the full length of him.

  “Mmm!” She hummed against his shaft as he hit the back of her throat. Just as she was about to gag he reached his hands down and placed them gently on the back of her head. As his hands pressed gently against her head she no longer felt the need to gag, rather she felt the full length of him enter her mouth and snake its way down her throat. She swallowed around him. The fullness in her mouth made her body ache, she could feel her own wetness growing as she thought about him impaling her. “You can have me inside you too, but only if you agree to become my bride.” Meredith heard his words, she knew that it was a trick, but at that very second she wasn’t going to be fooled so easily. She slid her lips up to the tip of his cock again, the warm fullness bouncing against the tip of her tongue.

  “First you must show me what you can give to me!” Meredith sat back against the pillows smugly.

  “I can give you everything you have ever dreamed of having…” The king got to his knees and reaching down he tugged on her gown, ripping it from top to bottom in a single pull. Meredith’s eyes widened and her body arched in anticipation. The king smiled as he ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. “I can give you more than you have ever dreamed of having…” He slid back down the bed and reaching up he pulled her thighs apart with a smile.

  “Mmm” Meredith couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips.

  “Now let your king show you what he can do!” He slid down her panties and placing himself between her legs he ran his fingers over her mound. Meredith lifted her hips, pressing herself against his sucker tipped fingers. He slid one over her clitoris and began to rub her gently as he leaned downward. His eyes still on hers, he pushed his face in to her wet pussy. Meredith moaned as she felt his mouth on her, teasing her, tempting her. It wasn’t until his tongue began to probe her that Meredith began having second thoughts about leaving Kalar.

  The king’s warm wet tongue pressed in to her opening, at first just the tip and then came the rest. Meredith hadn’t paid any attention to the length of the king’s tongue but as he began to slide it inside of her, inch by inch, she became certain that his tongue was at least as big as his cock. His probing wetness filled her pussy, thrusting in to her, tasting her sweetness. Meredith couldn’t help but buck against him, begging him for more.

  “Mmm,” the king murmured in to her wetness as he slid his tongue out of her and immediately thrust it back inside. He could taste every drop of her moist slit and the way she tightened around his tongue made his cock throb.

  “Uhhmmm” Meredith pushed herself down on to his tongue as he began to thrust faster, his finger still circling her clitoris gently. “Uhhmmm, uh, uh, yes, yes!” She couldn’t stop herself as she cried out, her fingers gripping at the silky blanket. Every muscle in her body tensed as the king thrust more of his tongue in to her. This time he felt her tightness taking over and looking up he watched as she came around his tongue.

  As Meredith’s body settled back on to the bed, the king slid his tongue slowly out of her pulsating hole and looked at her satisfactorily. Meredith gasped as she lay on the bed, her naked breasts heaving.

  “I’m beginning to understand why no one says no to you…” she panted as the king crawled his way up her body.

  “I’m only just getting started.” His skin felt warm against hers, as he leaned over her. Meredith looked down as the king teased her with the tip of his cock.

  “Mmm, please…” She moaned as he pressed against her, hard enough to tease but too lightly to enter her. “Please!” Her cry sounded almost desperate as he rubbed against her still throbbing wetness. The king smiled down at her.

  “All you have to say is that you’ll stay and I will do anything you want.” Meredith could feel herself giving in, she wanted him inside her so badly.

  “Just show me something before I say yes?” she pleaded with the king as he rubbed his erect member against her slippery pussy lips. He shook his head slowly.

  “Mmm mmm, only my bride receives the king’s ultimate gift. You must first agree to stay.” Meredith tried to slide downward, to slip the tip of his cock inside her but as she did he reached out and held her wrists in place.

  “Ahhh, you’re not playing fair…” The king smiled.

  “I think I gave you enough of a taste of what your king could do for you.” He ran his tongue over his lips and looked at Meredith expectantly.

  “But I need you inside me, I need to feel you inside me!” The king pushed forward, thrusting only the very tip of his cock inside her wetness. “Ohh God! Ohh yes! Mmm!” Meredith took a deep breath in as she felt herself being stretched by the tip of his cock. “Please give me more, please!” The king laughed and held himself still.

  “What is your answer, Bride?” Meredith couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Yes! Oh God yes! I’ll stay! Just please fuck me!” The king smiled in satisfaction as he thrust the full length of his cock deep inside Meredith’s tight hole. “Oh God! Yes!” The king was stretching her to her max but every inch of him felt so good stuffed inside of her.

  “My bride, you shall have me every night if you wish, my only desire is to make you happy.” The king thrust deeply, feeling her tightness wrapped around him, tugging him deeper inside her as he felt the tension beginning to build.

  “Oh, oh, I’m going to cum!” Meredith could feel it building already, with every thrust of his fat cock deep inside her. She flexed her fingers against the hold he had on her wrists. “Mmmm…” The king pulled himself all the way out of her before thrusting forward and burying his full length in to her again. “Ahhh!” That was all it took. He felt her body tighten, her eyes glazed over.

  “Cum for me, my bride.” The king coaxed her as he felt her letting go, the ripples of her orgasm running through every inch of her body.

  As Meredith’s body finally came to rest on the bed for a second time she felt the king jerk inside her.

  “Mmmm…” this time he was the one moaning and Meredith watched him hungrily as he spilled every drop of his seed inside her. “Ohh yessss!” As his cock jerked for the last time he slid out of Meredith’s pussy and squirted the last of his juice on her naked belly. Meredith reached down and touched it with her fingers before bringing it up to her lips. She licked her fingers, the sweet stickiness tasted just as his pre-cum had – sweet like strawberries.

  “Mmm,” she smiled at the king and he fell on to the bed beside her. He grinned.

  “I knew I could get you to stay.” Meredith looked over at him as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

  “If you had told me about your secret weapons I’m sure I wouldn’t have put up such a fight.” She giggled as she reached over and rubbed her fingers over the tip of his cock. She brought them to her lips and licked them again. “Mmm, you taste so sweet.” The king nodded.

  “Like anything you desire.” Meredith looked at him in disbelief.

  “Anything?” The king nodded again. “Mmm, now that does make things interesting.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned over to suck him completely dry. “Mmm.” The king la
y back on the pillows of the bed and exhaled loudly.

  The king had fallen fast asleep a few minutes later and Meredith decided to go in search of Harmoon to tell her the good news. Pulling the king’s robe off the floor, as her own clothes had been ruined, she wrapped it around her and headed for the back corridor.

  The passage was quiet and Meredith wondered if it was reserved simply for transporting the king’s wives to and from his bedroom. When she arrived at the door of the room where she had met Harmoon, Meredith knocked lightly. She waited for a few moments and then knocked again. This time she heard someone shuffling towards the door and when it opened she was happy to see Harmoon’s face. Harmoon smiled.

  “Well…it seems like I’m going to be seeing a lot more of you in the future.” Meredith smiled broadly and Harmoon clapped her hands.

  “I am so happy, Meredith! I just knew that you would stay!” Meredith slipped in to the room and headed over to the stool at the vanity.

  “I think I’m the only one who didn’t know I’d stay.” She laughed as she sat down carefully. Harmoon pulled up a stool from beside the bathtub.

  “I’m glad that you are staying, Meredith.” She took Meredith’s hands in her own. Meredith nodded.

  “I think I am too…” Harmoon leaned closer.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she whispered, Meredith nodded.

  “Is it true what some of the king’s wives say about him?” Meredith pressed her lips together but nodded ever so slightly. Harmoon’s eyes grew wide. “Now I know why you chose to stay!” She laughed and squeezed Meredith’s hands before letting them go. Meredith smiled sheepishly.

  “Some things a girl just can’t say no to.”

  THE END

  Too Hard To Handle

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Below deck, the alarm sounded irritably right by Page’s pillow. She reached out and hit the snooze, praying for just five more minutes of sleep. But it was not to be, even though it was just five in the morning. The light in the tiny cabin came on and Lisa instantly slid down from the top bunk. Page tried to turn her head in time, but it was no use. Lisa insisted on sleeping naked, which never bothered Page except first thing every morning when she was presented with a daily, eye-level and in-your-face view of a hairless, exposed vagina or bare buttocks before her bunk mate disappeared into the little shower room. It was not the best way to wake up, regardless of how firm and tanned those buttocks were.

  Tooth-brushing and humming noises came from the small head that served their cabin as Page hauled herself out of her bunk. She blinked at herself in the mirror on the door and thought that she looked terrible. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was all tousled and frizzy, her eyes red and puffy, and the proximity of the mirror showed every pore and blemish. She sighed and groped about the room for her Lycra running shorts.

  She pulled them on, stood and turned away from the door, a habit developed after the second time Graham had burst in and they’d ended up nipple-to-nipple. The cabin really was that small. She was amazed how he knew it every time she changed but, of course, never knocked. Sure enough, as her nightshirt went up over her head she heard the door open and a “wow-ee” erupt from the doorway. Page wrapped her arms over her uncovered chest and shot Graham an evil—yet playful—look over her shoulder. It was hard to be mad at him; he was just being silly and flirty. The boat’s third deckhand stood there, a shirtless and gorgeous slab of tanned muscles and cheeky smiles with long, wet brown hair framing his sharp, stubbly face.

  “Get the fuck out, Graham!” she ordered as he stared at her bare back, eyes searching for a glimpse of side-boob. He opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught in his throat as Lisa stepped out of the head, still naked and completely unashamed. This gave Page the opportunity to grab her sports bra and tug it over her head, covering her breasts.

  “Morning, handsome,” sang Lisa as she squeezed her long, toned body past Page. She smiled as she walked up to the open-mouthed Graham, placed a hand on his firm chest, and shoved him out the door, closing it in his face. She turned and giggled at Page as the outside corridor was filled with the sound of complaints and protests.

  “Will you put some damn clothes on?” Page insisted, smiling.

  “Only if you give me a big kiss first, beautiful!” teased Lisa, playfully caressing her proud and prominent breasts.

  “Oh, you bitch,” laughed Page. “Shut up and let’s go, shall we?”

  “Just waiting on you!” called Lisa as Page stepped into the head and locked the door behind her. As she brushed her teeth she thought about these past two months crewing the yacht. She wished she could be as outgoing and confident in her body as Lisa, second steward to her third. After all, there was little room for privacy or modesty among the below-deck crew of the Persephone, the 161-foot, $20 million luxury motor yacht they all worked charters on. The cramped, claustrophobic crew quarters meant everyone was bound to see your junk or your tits at some point, so why worry?

  Plus, every night they were not chartered involved vast amounts of drinking and dancing, as to be expected from a crew of several early twenty-somethings in the Caribbean, as well as a fair share of making out and hooking up. Though the latter was not quite as common as she had thought it would be, seeing as the morning after left neither party with anywhere to escape.

  Last night had been one of those nights, involving too much rum and tequila. Fully raised from sleep, her head began to bang. She drank some water and struggled to recall. Graham, she thought, had made out with Fiona, the very professional chief steward, who was still an astonishingly attractive redhead but over a decade older than him and normally a little aloof and austere when she was sober. Towards the end of the night, a number of the younger guys and girls had skinny-dipped off the side of the yacht, but that was par for the course for them.

  As for herself, Page remembered flirting a little with a guy in the bar they were at, and then responding when Alex, the shorter but still very sexy ship’s engineer, began to compliment and flirt with her.

  Recalling that began to restore her self-confidence. As she applied a little makeup and brushed her hair, her attention was drawn to her cool and beautiful blue eyes, her soft face, full lips and ultra-bright smile. And, thanks to her getting up at five every morning to run for ninety minutes around the boat with Graham and Lisa, no matter what, she could eat and drink what she liked and her twenty-six-year-old body kept its flat stomach, curvy yet firm butt, shapely legs and pert breasts. She was no buff gym-goddess, like Lisa, but she was still a knockout, as Alex had told her last night. She hoped things were not going to be weird between them now. She needed to keep her focus for the tasks she had ahead, the plans she could never tell her crewmates about.

  Page, Graham and Lisa returned to their quarters after they ran and showered for the crew breakfast meeting. Around the table with the three junior crew members were Alex; first deckhand Mike, displaying his usual early-morning bad mood; and Azure looking frumpy in her second deckhand uniform. It always amazed Page how Azure could go almost unnoticed on the boat during a charter, but off-duty she could just throw on some heels and a backless dress and transform into a sultry, party-going princess whose acres of cleavage could get all of them through almost any velvet rope. Maybe it was because she was only about five feet tall without heels on, as was the rule onboard ship.

  They were all seated quietly when the door opened and in walked Captain Samson, all white hair and bushy beard; David, the newly appointed bosun; Cordon Bleu chef Paul, pristine in his white chef’s jacket and as gay as can be; and Fiona, who carefully and subtly managed to sit as far from Graham as possible. They had just come from their senior crew meeting.

  “Morning, everyone.” Captain Samson’s English accent was crisp. “Today’s a work day, and here is our charter.” David handed round sheets of paper that included a headshot and some details printed underneath. The first sheet circled round to Page. It showed a big African-American man with a scar on hi
s left cheek and gold where his upper and lower front teeth should be.

  “Jay Money Monarch,” began David. Unaccustomed to public speaking, he cleared his throat before continuing, “—you probably all know, is a million-selling hip-hop artist who loves his bling.” Page passed the sheet round and took the next. This one was of a handsome, Mediterranean-looking chap, early twenties, who seemed unnaturally small, which could have been just the photo. “Giancarlo Montemini,” announced David. “Three times runner-up in the Moto-GP motorcycle racing championship. Yes, he speaks excellent English.”

  The third paper was handed to Page. Her breath caught in her throat. “Brett Ratner, our primary charter,” said David.

  Finally, thought Page.

  “A billionaire playboy type who does actually take his work seriously,” read David from his notes. Page scoffed to herself but no one noticed, just as no one noticed she held onto the paper and stared at the picture.

  Look at him, she thought, rich, handsome, arrogant bastard. Her mind flowed back ten years, almost to the day. She was a popular senior at her Santa Monica high school. She had wealthy friends, a BMW convertible, cute boys chasing her, and she was all set to go to a top college and carve out an amazing career, maybe in fashion. Her father’s yacht-building company afforded her and her mother a privileged life that made others envious.

  Times went bad, though, and she never found out until it was too late. People ran out of spare cash and stopped buying yachts. Her dad kept it a secret that he was in trouble right up until her car was seized and towed right out of the student car park. All her friends saw, and she couldn’t even get a ride home.

  The house went too and, soon after, so did her mother. Her father never managed to recover. He explained to her that they had lost everything in a hostile takeover by a huge firm. He told her it was called RHC, and that the CEO was Bernard Ratner. Two days later, her father shot himself.