Although she would have savoured the erotic vision for a long time, pleasure became his master. He clung to the headboard so hard that his shoulders rippled from the violence of his grip. Eyes closed, he let out a feral cry as his cum splattered the back of her throat.
Heart beating fast, she relished the feel of his semen gushing out, invading her tight mouth, splashing her tongue. The harshness of his grunts pierced her as he issued his last jet. His body slackened and he rested his cheek on the side of his extended arm as if his life force had been drained out.
She sucked the length of his cock from the base to the tip before letting go. Shoulders hunched, he watched her swallow his cum and lick the last drops from her lips. She must have looked enthralled or delighted, because a satisfied dimple carved his cheek before he spoke.
“You tortured me.”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
Nodding, he straightened up to untie her. Once she was free he traced the outline of her mouth tenderly.
“I do love you, Cara. I always will.”
He lowered his finger all the way to the swell of her breast. She gasped when he seized her nipple and tweaked it a little too hard. At the same time a cunning sparkle lit his eyes.
“But your misbehaviour will not go unpunished.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
She smiled at his roguish look. “Well, it will have to wait because we must pay a visit to the king and the queen. We’ve been in here far too long.”
“That we must do.”
Yet he didn’t seem in any hurry to rush to his parents’ feet. He released her nipple to prop himself on one elbow. Lying beside her, he placed his hand on her belly. As if he could perceive life from her womb he grinned.
“I’ll never tell him his mother is a naughty vixen.”
“And I’ll tell him his father is the bravest prince.”
“Do you really think so?”
His low tone surprised her. She knew he had every confidence in himself as a fighter and a leader, but she had never noticed he valued her opinion so much. An unexpected sense of satisfaction filled her.
“Absolutely. You’re the most courageous man I’ve ever met.”
He kept looking at her belly, but a tinge of pink coloured his cheeks. And as simple as that, she felt like teasing him.
“I guess Melchior is intrepid too.”
The light caress on her belly stopped. His hand became heavier. Glancing sideways he observed her expression.
“You don’t know him.”
“True, I’ve only spent one evening alone with him, but he’s smart, very attractive, charming and he has a way with words. I bet he wields his long sword like a real champion.”
The subtext wasn’t lost on Morgan who clenched his jaw. He clearly didn’t appreciate her praising other men, even less his older brother. She might be going too far, but she couldn’t help it. Probably more than fighting, she enjoyed taunting people, Morgan in particular.
A dreadful habit for sure, but he rose to the bait so easily that it would have been a pity not to enjoy the moment. Brow furrowed, his voice had a metallic hint to it when he articulated.
“How come you were left alone with him?”
“Caius introduced me to your family last night, but Melchior didn’t show up. Something about a night hunt if I remember correctly. I guess he felt guilty later on because he came to see me in my room.”
“Just the two of you?”
“Just the two of us. Then again I had no idea he was your brother. I only knew he was the man Caius wanted me to marry.”
Face hard as the walls of Palance, Morgan inhaled loudly. She could tell his thoughts were leagues away from their prophetic child, the meeting with his parents or the fate of the Four Kingdoms.
“What did you do?”
“We talked about the wedding. He paid me a compliment and assured me he’d do anything to make me happy.”
“I bet he did.”
“What does that mean?”
Jealousy written on his features, Morgan gauged her expression with such a cold gaze that she felt pricked by his possessiveness. Pussy moist, she flinched when he grasped her nipple again.
“You’re mine. Forever.”
The burst of passion in his words melted her heart. All of a sudden she lost all appetite to torment him but longed for his love inside her. Raising her hand, she slid it across his cheek.
“I’m having you on. I’m sure Melchior is a fine prince, but you’re the man who makes my heart beat. I want you and no other. Forever.”
He relaxed instantly. The coldness in his eyes shifted to wild joy and he blew out a relieved breath.
“Oh, you wicked witch.”
Before she could add anything his hand was on her bush. She gasped when he drove a finger all the way up her cunt. Lust gripping her guts, she opened big eyes at him while a sly grin reappeared on his face.
“That’s right. You’re going to pay for what you just did to me. And you shall never forget it.”
Hooked on the rough penetration of his finger, she felt his dick come back to life against her thigh. A deep craving took hold of her and she moaned when he penetrated her hole several times. Unchecked desire brightening his eyes, he passed his tongue over his lips.
“You’re so wet. Do you want my cock, Cara?”
Rolling onto her side, she seized it. The long shaft stiffened instantly as if yearning for the touch of her hand.
“I want you to fuck me long and hard.”
With his digit still locked inside her, she jacked him off. He kissed her lips, just a brief caress before he withdrew his finger. Slurred with lust, his words sent her pulse jumping up and down.
“On your knees, Amazon Queen.”
She barely had time to let go of his erection before he grabbed her waist to flip her onto her stomach. She watched him move to the end of the bed and settle behind her as desire streaked through her body. He squeezed her hips and hoisted her up on her knees, pinning the upper part of her body to the mattress. She put her hands flat to raise herself on her arms.
“Stay down!”
Heart knocking, she closed her eyes. When she felt his tip slide between her buttocks and reach her wet slit she clenched her fingers around the corners of the pillow above her head.
“Tell me you’re my bitch.”
All her insides vibrated. Totally aroused by his harsh voice and overpowering attitude, she burned for him.
“I’m your bitch.”
He parted her lips with rough jerks. The thought of his warrior’s hand holding his rigid shaft sparked flames in her belly. The idea of being penetrated like an animal had her mind reeling. Beating her folds with his dick, he opened himself a passage.
“And what am I?”
“You’re my master. And I want you to screw me.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath. His tip pressed on her bared pussy he gripped her waist.
“Then take this, bitch.”
He impaled her. She buried her shout in the pillow as his cock rushed inside and a torrid sensation filled her limbs. But as he pulled himself out she turned her face to the side.
“Bang me, Morgan.”
He ran her through. Fingers tight around her hips he smashed his cock into her and this time her cry of pleasure pierced the silence.
“That’s it. I’m going to make you scream like the horny slut you are. Tell me you want more of my big dick.”
He spoke while rapidly shoving in and out of her. The roughness of his strikes took her breath away and the whimpering she couldn’t hold back prevented her from answering.
“I can’t hear you, bitch.”
Only when he withdrew was she able to get air into her lungs. Quivering from head to toe, she managed to croak, “Yes, I need your big cock. Screw me harder.”
She wailed as he drove himself into her deepest recesses. He groaned like an excited bull while he stuffed her. Between hoarse moans and pants, his exclamations of inten
se excitement sent her spiralling towards happiness.
“Take this, and this, and this!”
Wielding his erection like a man driven by passion he pounded her to her pussy’s content. Limbs quivering from the thickness of his stony sex, body jolting each time he thumped her, she balled her fingers into fists as the stirrings of a violent orgasm slashed her.
“I’m coming. Fuck me harder.”
His heavy grunts matching her cries, he tightened his grip and drove her to him in quick, powerful pulls.
“Scream for me, you dirty little girl!”
Pinned to the bed, ass smashing against him, she lost all sense of self when his relentless thrusts inflamed her clit and his unyielding dick rammed her cunt. His unprincely injunction pushed her over the edge.
Climax expanding to the limit of her endurance, she yelled. Engulfed in a blaze of pleasure, she sank her head in the pillow and let tears of bliss wet the linen. Body shuddering as if an earthquake shook the palace, she cried her happiness while he discharged his passion into her.
She’d never go back to the incredible universe she had been given the fabulous opportunity to enter. She would never again watch fantastic movies featuring handsome champions willing to fight their way to the other end of the world for the love of courageous, beautiful princesses. And Cara didn’t mind because she had found her warrior.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
She never saw him coming.
Liv was opening the trunk of her car when a rough hand grabbed her throat and squeezed. Her heart stuttered wildly, and her lungs cried for air. The hand tightened its grip, just enough to control her, to let her know she couldn’t escape. The parking lot looked deserted. At this time of night, even late shoppers had already gone home. There was no one to help her.
She tried to breathe, tried not to panic. Little dots danced before her eyes. A sudden wave of blackness threatened to engulf her. She fought it. But the hand felt strong, very strong. Suddenly weak, unable to think, Liv dropped her bag. It clattered noisily on the concrete, the only sound in the vast silence of the parking lot.
Then…he smelt her. Definitely smelt her.
As suddenly as she had been attacked, she was free. She inhaled deeply, sweet air, blissful air invading her empty lungs. She made ragged sounds, her throat burning, her knees so wobbly that she had to lean on the car to ease off the tension. Silly as it sounded, she felt as weak as a freshly-out-of-the-womb kitten. What had just happened? Had he really smelt her?
“Go!”
His voice startled her—only one word, barely whispered, but an order nonetheless. He had assaulted her, out of nowhere. Now he wanted her to leave. The whole scene felt totally surreal.
“Go before he sees you!”
“Who?”
“Some questions are better not answered.”
He spoke in a low tone as though he didn’t want to be heard. Liv turned around as fast as her still-spinning head would allow her. He stood well away from her, dark, tall, dangerous, his gaze fixed on her. The most attractive man she had ever seen. He had just attempted to strangle her but, looking at him, all she wanted to do was run her fingers through his thick black hair, and touch the hard lines of his face.
Her granddad’s favourite curse sprang to mind, as was the case every time she felt troubled or threatened. Holy mackerel, what was wrong with her today? She should already be driving away yet shock seemed to slow her down to the speed of a sleepy hedgehog. Shock or curiosity? Latching onto the mental image of Gramps, she stared at her handsome, disturbing attacker.
“You can’t jump on people like that. What do you want?”
She carefully touched her neck, the tender spot right below the chin. Despite her fear and bafflement, Liv couldn’t help gaping at him. Who was this man? What did he want to do with her? Rape her? Kill her? If so, he wasn’t being very efficient. Why had he changed his mind? Because he had smelt her skin? That made no sense. No sense at all.
“Look, I don’t know…”
“Be quiet!”
He had issued an order again, and, in spite of his scary tone, she didn’t like it one bit. They faced each other, her still wobbly on her legs, him as hard as iron. She decided not to be impressed by his unnatural gaze and stance, and took a step towards him.
“Stay away from me!” He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t raise his voice. A gust of wind crossed the parking lot, and his long, black leather coat billowed. A dog’s distant howl broke the silence, the sinister sound suggesting loneliness. Liv felt hit by an unexpected lick of desire as she watched the mysterious stranger—a gentle hardening in her stomach, a soft tickle between her thighs.
Although night had settled in, she easily made out his rough features, the strong line of his jaws, the curve of his sensual lips. What could those lips do to her? Slide along her bare skin? Caress her mouth with longing? Kiss the gentle throbbing between her thighs?
Holy mackerel, what was she thinking? She had to quit daydreaming right this instant. For all she knew the man might be the next Jack the Ripper so she’d better stop drooling over him. Yes, good decision.
Maybe she spent too much time in front of the television, but he looked so like a dark knight from past ages, a guardian from a world beyond. Intent on clarifying the situation, Liv took another step.
“I told you to stay away from me!”
There it was again. Did she detect a hint of wariness in his tone this time?
Palms up, she met his gaze. “Why?”
“Because you are the death of me.”
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