Her Prince (The Wounded Souls Series Book 6)

by Leah Sharelle

  “No matter the vote, I have everything I want,” I told him truthfully.

  You hear that, Squirt? Darth asked with a smirk. The deep rumble of a Harley engine could be heard off in the distance.

  Without answering, I walked over to him and placed my palm on his cheek where a big scar had once run right down the length of it.

  “Hugs, kisses, and love to Vegas, Darf.”

  You bet. See ya tomorrow, Squirt, he said, then turned his face and kissed the inside of my hand. Whenever Darth kissed or touched me, it didn’t feel like real skin-to-skin contact. It felt more like a small electrical current buzzing over my skin, and I had grown to love that feeling. I once thought there would come a day when Darth would have to leave me, but as each year passed, and he was still with me, I thought maybe he was never going to go, which was perfectly okeydokey with me. Darth was part of me as much as Zander or my parents or the club were, and I never wanted him to leave, ever.

  Suddenly, the far off rumble got closer until I finally saw the flash of the bike’s headlight through the living room window. Our house was open plan, most of the rooms centring off and around the enormous kitchen that Zander and my dad built for me. Unbeknownst to my father, it was to be Zander’s kitchen, too.

  Pushing away the niggling flicker of guilt of yet another of my deceptions, I removed my workout pants and hoisted myself up onto the kitchen island bench, the cold benchtop shockingly cold on my bare cheeks. There was no point in dwelling on my actions now. What was done, was done. Booth and the guys had my fate in their hands, and I had other things to dwell on just now.

  Make-up sex.

  Chapter 8

  Zander

  The night was quiet except for the ticking of my bike’s hot engine as I left the garage and dragged my tired arse up the path to the back door of the house.

  It had been a long-arse day and one hell of a night. It started with an early shift at the flight school with two scenic flights for a family on holiday, a fiftieth birthday present, and three flying lessons. Then I went to the Bar and Grill and helped Steel unload a truck full of grog, then loaded up the ute with a good deal of that grog and took it back to the compound where I helped set up for the party.

  I was deliberately trying to forget the part before I headed back to the club when I came home and saw my beautiful fiancée in the bath and gave her an out for our relationship. The part where my heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest while I spoke those words to her was not going to be easy to forget, however.

  She is still yours. She said so in front of the whole club, I reminded myself. Thank fucking God. Still, only one thing was going to make sure my heart and brain knew Shiloh really was still mine. I had to be balls deep inside my woman, her legs wrapped around me, her heat pulsing around my cock.

  I reached the door and pushed down the handle to enter, and my dick hardened immediately at the sight of what greeted me.

  Shiloh on the kitchen island, her bare legs spread and her pink wet pussy weeping, just for me. Okay, then. Mouth first then dick, altering my plans for being balls deep in her slightly.

  Without taking my gaze off the sexy woman before me, I locked the door with a quick flick of my wrist, then reached behind my head and roughly ripped my shirt off, my cut having been shed on the handlebars of my bike.

  “You better hold onto that bench, darlin’, and don’t let go because I am going to fuck you with my tongue, then I am going to fuck you hard until your voice gets hoarse from screaming my name,” I warned her, then strode two steps until I was right in front of her.

  “Is that right?” she sassed, but the overactive pulse in her neck told me she was very affected by my decree.

  I smiled wickedly. This was how it was for Shiloh and me. She was a strong woman with a kick-arse attitude, the VP of the club, and a fucking crack-shot with any and all firearms, but like this, when it is just the two of us, her softer side showed.

  “Spunky, I guarantee it.”

  I closed the distance and pulled Shiloh against me the same time my mouth crashed down on hers. Instantly, her whimpers and moans filled my mouth as I plunged my tongue into her wet, warm mouth, over and over, all feeling of my earlier dread melting away.

  The kiss was frantic and hot and exactly what I needed. Every time Shiloh and I came together this way, a spark ignited between us. I would never, could never get enough of her taste and her touch.

  Quickly, I relieved her of her tank top, the rough action making her beautiful pert breasts bounce enticingly, but instead of taking one of her dusty pink nipples into my mouth, I fused my lips back on hers, not yet finished with tasting her there.

  My hands travelled up her slim waist, past her flat belly, and found her delectable mounds, her nipples hard buds, begging for my fingers.

  “Zander.” Shiloh moaned my name low and deep, her husky voice laced with so much passion it went straight to my painfully hard dick.

  “That wasn’t a scream but, fuck, do I love the way you moan my name, baby.”

  I kissed her one last time, then smiled at her. “Hold on.”

  It was my only warning before I released her breasts and planted my hands under her bottom, ignoring her squeal of surprise as I lifted her lower body off the bench. Shiloh had no choice but to lie back against the cold marble, her legs over my shoulders, opening her to me. I brought her pretty pussy to my mouth and plundered her with my tongue, and as her essence coated me, a groan tore from my throat. Fucking heaven!

  “Zander!”

  That’s it, baby, scream my name. I didn’t say the words since that would have meant I had to take my mouth from my prize, and that was not going to happen. Not yet.

  I licked and sucked all over her bare pussy. Shiloh didn’t have a set favourite with her grooming. Sometimes, she would have a neat thatch of hair, then one day, it would be totally bare. It was like my very own lucky dip—always a surprise.

  Tonight, her mound and lips were bare and smooth, giving me an erotic view of her. I stroked her clit with one thumb as the other held her lips apart, which allowed me to stroke my tongue up and down her labia and the soft flesh there. Each time my tongue passed over her hole, it winked at me as if it were begging me to keep going.

  “Zander, I’m going to come, baby,” Shiloh shouted, but she needn’t have bothered. I knew my woman and her body better than I knew myself.

  “Mmmm,” I growled against her warmth, then let out a deep moan when a sudden burst of wetness spread across my tongue. Her musky flavour exploded into my mouth and coated my lips and chin.

  He legs spasmed around my neck, and only her shoulders and head were left on the surface now. Goddamn, she must have been uncomfortable, but I always lost all control when it came to Shiloh.

  “Zander. Oh, yes, Zander.” Shiloh’s scream filled the quiet kitchen and turned me on so much I felt the tip of my cock leak some liquid. Oh no, I was not coming in my pants, no way.

  I swiped my tongue down the length of her opening one last time, taking as much of her cream with it, then let her legs fall from their perch on my shoulders.

  “Take a deep breath, Spunky, because I ain’t finished yet.”

  I didn’t take my eyes from her soaked pussy as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants and boxers down my thighs.

  “I certainly hope not,” Shiloh whispered. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips, her blue eyes riveted on my very hard cock, the head purple and angry looking, wanting into his favourite place in the world.

  “Baby, after I fuck you on this kitchen island, I’m going to carry you to the shower, and then I’m going to fuck you in there.” I grabbed her legs by the ankles and wrapped them around my waist, then positioned the head of my cock at her wet entrance. “Then I am taking you to bed where you will ride me until my balls have nothing left inside them,” I promised before slamming forward. Sensational. That was the only word that came to mind, and nothing in the world came anywhere close to this feeling. No, that wasn’
t true because kissing Shiloh, holding Shiloh, looking at Shiloh, or anything that included Shiloh was sensational.

  Reaching out, I pulled Shiloh against me. I needed to feel her bare breasts against my skin, so my arms banded tightly around her waist as our mouths fused together as if they had a need of their very own, our moans and breath colliding.

  “You are so fucking perfect for me, Shiloh. You know why?” I asked in between pants, my lower body slamming in and out of her. Her sweet pussy was so tight that it was just as well I made her come earlier, which made my hard and deep thrusts possible.

  “Why?” she said on a breath into my mouth. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, and her nails dug in, creating the perfect sting of pleasure and pain.

  “Because of the way you make my dick throb with your sexy moans, baby, and the way you scream my name as your tight cunt works my dick. I fucking love that, but the one thing that makes you so perfect for me is the way you make my heart beat out of control with just one look.”

  Her intake of breath confirmed that what I said meant something to her. When her hands left the hair at my neck and cradled my face, I felt the band of her engagement ring against my cheek.

  “You will never again have to doubt how much I love you or how important you are to me, Zander. We are going to get married and have babies, and anything else that happens is just a bonus, honey,” she promised against my lips. Her tongue then licked the inside of my bottom lip, and I lost it.

  “You better get there, Shiloh, fucking get there now.” I let out a growl as I gripped her harder in my embrace and lifted her slightly off the benchtop, and her legs gripped harder around me as I pounded in deep.

  “I’m there. I’m there,” she said in a rush just as her muscles clenched painfully around my cock and a spurt of wetness surrounded the throbbing shaft. I pulled out one last time, then slammed back in, and let it all go. A feral roar left my throat as Shiloh’s pulsing channel milked me of my cum.

  “Sensational,” I declared my earlier inner thought. My breathing was ragged as I tried to drag in some much-needed oxygen.

  “Yes, yes, you are,” my beautiful fiancée agreed, her breathing also laboured from our incredible lovemaking.

  I tapped her arse just above her crack, making her giggle, which had an amazing effect on my still-hard dick that was still buried deep inside of her. I groaned again. This is going to be a long night.

  “You said something about a shower, then a ride?” Shiloh grinned against my mouth.

  “Hold on, baby, time for round two,” I said, then lifted her, keeping her still connected to me, and walked us to the bathroom. My jeans had dropped to my ankles at some point, so I actually shuffled us to the bathroom where I did indeed fuck Shiloh in the shower after she dropped to her knees and gave me a mind-blowing blow job.

  Fucking hell, my life was fan-fucking-tastic.

  ***

  “How you doing, baby?”

  Shiloh and I were curled up in our bed, our bodies as close as possible under the warm comforter, both of us sated after yet another round of orgasms. Although the last time, instead of fucking her like I promised in the kitchen, I made sweet, slow love to her.

  “I am so satisfied and blissfully happy, thank you very much, my prince.”

  I had to laugh at her name for me. Shiloh insisted that because she was the club’s number one princess, I had to be her prince. I agreed with her as long as she only called me that when we were alone together. I could just imagine what the guys at the club would do if they found out about that particular name. I already copped flack with my middle name being Apollo, my dad’s old mission name. It had been my mother’s idea to give it to me even though, according to the stories, my dad fought her for days after I was born. So my mum took matters into her own hands and had one of her flock help her fill out the birth certificate forms, adding Apollo to my name and sending them away without telling my father. It wasn’t until I was a little older when I found out Apollo had also been the name of her first seeing-eye dog who passed away when I was one.

  “Funny, yes, I have no doubt that you are, Spunky. What I meant was how are you feeling after what happened tonight at the compound?”

  After Shiloh left the war room and went in search of Charlotte, I stayed and faced the wrath of Deck and my old man. They had plenty to say, mainly that they were disappointed I had not stepped up and told them everything. Deck was still more than a little pissed that I was not only sleeping with his daughter but also living with and engaged to her.

  Mannix and Steel, on the other hand, were pretty impressed I landed an older woman.

  “Should change your name to stud, brother, or toy boy, perhaps,” Steel had suggested, which earnt him a chair flying across his head, barely missing him.

  Now that our relationship was out in the open, I guessed I was going to hear that sort of thing more than once. Seriously, it really had never bothered me, nor Shiloh. Our lifelong friendship and closeness made the boyfriend slash girlfriend transition easy. For some people, it worked, and some, it didn’t. For me, I never thought that taking things to the next level could possibly ruin things between us because breaking up with her was never going to happen. I loved her. She was mine and would be forever, simple as that, and any other concerns didn’t exist. We were strong as individuals, but as a couple, we were fucking dynamite, unbreakable.

  “Zander? Where did you go?” Shiloh asked, her head lifting off my pec to look at me. Her hair was tousled from my fingers, and her face had the glow of a woman who had been well loved. She was fucking beautiful.

  “You are fucking beautiful.” My silent thought sprouted out on its own accord. That was the effect Shiloh had on me. turning me into a word-spewing fool.

  Shiloh narrowed her eyes at me, not believing me for a minute. Her naked body twisted from underneath me so she could lay herself on top of me, and her soft, small warm body felt exactly right pressed against mine. A wave of unease overwhelmed me as I realised this could have been all lost if my earlier thinly veiled ultimatum went bad and Shiloh decided being president was higher on the list of priorities.

  “Okay, Apollo, give. What’s wrong? Are you still worried that I chose you for the wrong reasons? Because, honey, I meant every word. The patch means nothing, I love—”

  I cut her off with a chaste kiss. Not that I didn’t love hearing her tell me she loved me, I fucking did, but she had been through the proverbial wringer today, and she didn’t need any more shit, especially not from me.

  “Shiloh, it’s not that. I believe you love me—I know you love me. I feel it every time you kiss me or look at me with those sapphire eyes. I feel it, Spunky, but now that we are out in the open, there is going to be a lot of bullshit jokes from the guys and some of the kids. The younger ones don’t know about us, so there is bound to be some comments about our age differences. The man being younger isn’t as common, and the toy boy and cougar comments are going to fly thick and fast. We need to be ready for that.”

  “I am ready, Zander. You are four years younger, not forty. That would make me a cougar and you my toy boy. I don’t give a shit about what people want to say or joke. All I care about is that we are okay again. After you left the house today, I sat in the bath until the water turned cold and imagined a life without you.”

  A tear spilled down her cheek, and I pushed up and caught it with a kiss. The salty taste of it broke my heart. I didn’t really think about the effect my intention to wake her up and decide about us would have on her. I just wanted her to see things my way. I was never going to leave her, and if she had wanted to keep us a secret, I would have done it, grudgingly, but I would have.

  “A life like that doesn’t exist for me. I will always be a part of the Wounded Souls, with or without a patch. I finally got that today, but my actions have made you unhappy, and that is something I will always be so sorry for. You are everything to me, Zander. Your happiness is my happiness. My achievements are your achievements. We are
in this together, honey.”

  It was my turn for a tear to slide down my cheek. Everything Shiloh just said, I knew deep in my heart, but to hear her admission that I was the most important thing in her life… It might be a little selfish on my part, but I didn’t give a fuck. Sometimes, the words were just as important as actions.

  In one quick movement, I had Shiloh under me, and her legs automatically spread to cradle me.

  “Nothing is more important to me than you. Now, if you aren’t too sore, I will show you—again.”

  “No such thing as too sore, Zander,” Shiloh whispered as her hand reached between us and found my hardening dick. It was a little awkward, but she managed to pump me a few times, her thumb flicking over the head of my cock, sending a bolt of need through me.

  “A really, really long night,” I said, voicing aloud my earlier thought as I pushed into her and held myself still, her tightness holding me captive.

  “Huh?”

  “Nothing, Spunky, nothing,” I murmured. Then all talking stopped, and we let our bodies do it all.

  Chapter 9

  Shiloh

  I hated paperwork. I would rather pull my teeth out with a pair of pliers. Seriously, I would.

  “Shiloh, that paint order come in yet? I have three jobs on hold waiting for that shit,” Creed yelled from the workshop in the next room.

  “It’s on the way. I spoke to the courier driver not a half an hour ago. He said by three guaranteed,” I yelled back, my answers earning only a grunt from my boss and future father-in-law.

  Five days had gone by since the big upheaval at the compound caused by yours truly, and all was nearly forgiven. My dad still had a bit of a problem seeing Zander and I together, and I thought it would be best if we kept our touching to a minimum in front of him, but Zander had other ideas. Totally opposed to the idea, he marched up to my father and told him flat out that we were in love and engaged to be married. Then he proceeded to kiss me right out of my shitkickers right there in front of my dad. Of course, the fact that Zander had officially asked my father’s permission to marry me three days earlier helped him survive that public display of affection.