Stealing Beauty

  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

  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.

  “I meant every word I said, Princess,” I growled. “I will make you my queen, and I’ll have you and no one else. I’ll treat you like a goddess, you’ll want for nothing, and I promise you every bit of my heart now and always.”

  Her jaw dropped, her eyes melting into mine.

  “Magnus—”

  “And I can promise you, no man will ever touch you the way I do. No man will make you feel the way I do.” I smirked. “Chester?”

  She blushed, but then moaned as I placed my hand between her legs, through her dress.

  “Chester won’t ever make this little pussy tremble and drip like I will.”

  She moaned, nodding her head.

  “He won’t make your knees weak, or make your toes curl up. You’re mine, Princess,” I growled. “Fuck Chester, I’m stealing you away from him.”

  “I think you already have,” she whispered.

  I groaned, pulling her tight. “Say yes, Princess,” I growled, my fingers sliding up to tangle in her hair. I pulled back on it, making her gasp and exposing her neck. My teeth and my lips brushed against the soft skin there, making her whimper.

  “Say yes. Be mine and mine only. Be my bride, and I’ll make you my queen.”

  “I—”

  I pulled back, looking her in the eye.

  “The rest of it doesn’t matter. The past, the bullshit tabloid stories.” I shook my head. “I was just looking for you without knowing I was. And now that I’ve found you?”

  I pulled her tight and kissed her fiercely — long and slow.

  “Now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”

  “My father though?” She shook her head.

  “I’ll talk to your father.”

  “This is crazy,” she breathed. “We’ve just met.”

  “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”

  Her eyes met mine.

  Unblinking.

  Fierce.

  Her little tongue slipped out and wet her lips, and slowly, she shook her head.

  “I can’t do that,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you I don’t feel it, because I do.”

  My hands pulled her tight. “Say yes,” I groaned lowly.

  She nodded. “Yes— oh!”

  She gasped as I yanked her up and spun her around. I marched us towards the bed, her gasping moans like heaven in my ears. I set her down, and started to pull at the ties of her dress.

  “Are you— I mean—”

  “Not until I wed you,” I growled. “But there’s more I’ll do with you now.”

  The dress fell to her feet, and I groaned, looking at her standing there in just her soaked little panties. Her perfect body with succulent curves in all the right places. Her smooth skin. Her pert little nipples, begging for my mouth.

  I reached between her legs, moving close. My fingers hooked into the panties, sliding them down her legs and letting them drop to her feet. I knelt down and grabbed them up.

  “To add to my collection,” I grinned.

  She blushed. “You really have my panties?”

  “I do.”

  “And you really—” She blushed harder.

  “Stroked my cock with them, imagining it was your sweet pussy stroking up and down my shaft? Yes.”

  She groaned.

  I slipped my jacket and shirt off, kicking my pants away. My briefs followed suit, and I grinned as I watched her eyes drop to my huge cock.

  “All yours, my queen,” I murmured as I sat on the bed and moved back against the headboard. “All yours. Come here,” I beckoned.

  She nodded, panting as she knelt on the bed and knee-walked towards me.

  “Up here,” I growled.

  “You want me to—”

  “I want you to spread those legs around my head, and sit that pretty ass down on my mouth,” I groaned.

  She moaned, but slowly, she did as I told. I growled as her sweet cunt settled over my lips. One hand went to her ass, holding her tight as my tongue pushed deep into her sweet folds.

  She whimpered, settling down more onto my face, and I groaned as I took her panties in the other hand and wrapped them around my throbbing hard cock. I began to stroke myself as I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy.

  “I want you to fuck yourself with my tongue,” I growled.

  My hand moved her, showing her how to rock back and forth on my mouth. She whimpered, throwing her head back — her long red hair cascading everywhere and her soft pink nipples hardening on her creamy tits as she gasped.

  She started to move her hips, bucking on my face as I growled. My hands palmed her sweet ass, my tongue dragging over her lips and her clit as she moved her hips. My hand pumped my cock harder and harder, her soaked little panties wrapped around it. I growled like an animal as my hand moved her higher, and before she could object, my tongue settled on her puckered little ass.

  She yelped, almost pulling away, but I held her fast. She moaned like a girl possessed, bucking her hips faster and the moans falling from her lips as I tongued her little asshole and made her squeal. I moved back to her pussy, my tongue curling over her clit, really making her cry out.

  She started to move her hips faster and faster, her juices coati
ng my chin. My cock pulsed in my hand, and the raw need for her clawed at me. I wanted to pin her to that bed and sink every inch inside of her. I wanted to claim that maidenhead and fill her with my cum.

  But no. That would wait for our wedding bed. I still needed to feel that pussy on my cock, though.

  She squealed as I pulled her down, her legs straddling me as my hands grabbed her hips. I tossed the panties aside and settled that soaking wet slit of hers on my shaft, her lips spreading on either side of it. And then I started to fuck her. I wasn’t going inside, but I held her fast and slammed my hips up against her, my cock sliding over her clit again and again, making her cry out.

  She started to shake, her hair tumbling down in my face, her cries crashing over me. I leaned up, capturing a pink nipple in my lips and sucking hard as I ground against her again and again.

  I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, my cock throbbing hard against her — dripping and sticky with her juices and my pre-cum.

  This was going to be my queen.

  The mother of my heirs.

  Mine.

  With a roar, I yanked her hard against me, thrust once more, and suddenly just let go. I could feel her coming, her pussy flooding my cock and balls with juices just as I erupted. The cum rushed from my balls out through my cock, spurting out in thick ropes. Cum covered my abs and coated her belly. A few spurts even reached the underside of her breast as we both crashed tougher, screaming into each other’s mouths.

  We slowed, until our slick, sticky bodies rubbed slowly together.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes yes yes.”

  I grinned as I wrapped her in my arms. “I haven’t asked yet,” I chuckled. “Not officially.”

  “Well, I’m going to say yes.”

  I spun her over, watching her gasp as I lay next to her and brought my hand between her legs. My fingers found her molten, slippery cunt, and immediately, I slid two easily inside.

  She moaned.

  I started to pump them in and out, catching her still coming down from her recent climax.

  “Princess Imogen,” I groaned, my thumb brushing over her clit and making her start to immediately seize up as the pleasure rocked through her.

  “Will you…”

  I fingered her faster, my hand grinding against her pussy as she struggled to keep her eyes open and on me.

  “Do me the honor…”

  My thumb rolled over her clit, my fingers curling inside. She was close, and I knew it.

  “I—” she gasped, the climax about to break over her.

  “Of marrying me, and being my queen?”

  My thumb rubbed her clit hard, my fingers curled deep.

  And she erupted.

  “Yes!” she gasped, throwing her head back and arching her back off the bed as I demanded the orgasm from her body. She thrashed, her cries filling the room and her slick juices coating my hand before she finally collapsed. She came down, opening her eye to see me grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.

  “So that’s a yes?”

  “That’s a yes,” she breathed.

  “I’ll speak to your father tomorrow morning.”

  She grinned at me.

  “We’re— we’re really doing this?”

  “Yes we are,” I growled. “And I won’t take no for answer from him.”

  “You’re coming back in the morning?”

  I grinned, leaning down to kiss her, my cock hardening against her thigh.

  “Coming back? No, Princess,” I growled. “I won’t be leaving.”

  Her eyes went wide. “But— you can’t just stay—”

  “Oh yes I can,” I growled lowly, loving the way her face lit up when I said it. “Besides, I have so much more to teach you before our wedding.”

  She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes please,” she whispered. “What comes next?”

  “Next?”

  I grinned.

  “Next I need your to get on your knees, and open that pretty mouth.”

  She moaned, fingers tightening on my skin as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.

  “Yes, my prince.”

  I groaned loudly.

  Epilogue

  Imogen

  The door had barely slammed shut behind us when I attacked him. My husband groaned as I threw myself into him, arms and legs wrapping around him as my mouth hungrily sought his lips.

  Hands cupped my ass tightly, making me moan into his lips as he pulled me tight against his body. He whirled, stalking across the big, stone-walled room towards the huge, canopied bed.

  Our wedding bed, where my king was about to claim me as his own.

  It’d played out exactly as he’d said it would. He’d spent the night with me the evening of the ball, and true to his word, there was a lot he had to show me. He showed me how to cum harder than I’d ever cum before, screaming his name as his tongue and his fingers drove me to places I’d never been before. He showed me how to wrap my lips around his huge cock, and how to run my tongue over every inch of him until his sweet, sticky cum filled my small mouth.

  We’d come so close to giving in that night — so close to just saying screw it and letting him claim me then. Hell, I’d even asked him — begged him, even — multiple times. But my prince held fast, swearing he wouldn’t until we were wed. Instead, he’d teased me, letting the head of his cock brush over my clit again and again and I’d cum screaming his name as he pumped hot jets of his seed against my pussy.

  Somehow, we’d slept a little that night. And the next morning, wearing the very suit he’d been in the night before, Prince Magnus strode through the halls of my father’s castle and politely asked for an audience.

  My dad wasn’t exactly happy to see my suitor still in his freaking castle come the morning. And at first, things had looked not very good, until Magnus had sworn on his crown and titles that he hadn’t touched my innocence — that he’d only spent the night “getting to know the princess who would be his queen.”

  …I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie, after all.

  And after a long talk, and a long stroll together through the gardens, my father and Magnus returned, smiles on both of their faces.

  Surprisingly, my father said yes. Magnus later whispered to me that he’d have stolen me away no matter what the answer was, but family was important to him.

  The second surprise of the day came an hour later, when Prince Logan arrived at the palace also seeking audience. I’d whirled to my sister, my eyes wide as the dark Prince of Torsund — the beast who now looked so much more like the golden prince he’d once been — took a knee by my father’s throne and asked for Isla’s hand in marriage.

  Actually, those weren’t the only surprises that morning, but then, those might be stories for another time.

  We were married a week and a day after, the day after Isla and Logan’s wedding, and it was everything I could have ever imagined and more. We’d tumbled into the limousine after, attacking each other with hands and mouths as the door shut and the car drove off towards Magnus’s summer palace by the shore, where we’d be spending our honeymoon.

  He’d forbidden me to wear panties under my wedding dress — something that had kept me blushing and half on-edge the whole ceremony. But in the back of that limo, it certainly came in handy. My white dress around my waist, Magnus made me cum twice against his mouth before I’d forcibly pushed him away. Half tearing his pants off, I’d inhaled as much of my husband’s gorgeous, big dick as I could while his fingers drove me to another earth-shattering orgasm.

  And then we were at the summer palace, the door to our honeymoon suite slamming behind us and my king striding across the room to our wedding bed with me in his arms.

  He set me down next to the bed, pulling me close and kissing me fiercely before stepping away. We eyed each other, panting with the tingling tension of the room.

  “I want you completely naked,” he growled lowly. “I thought about taking you in your white dress, but I
want nothing between us,” he whispered.

  I whimpered as he kissed me again, before we both broke away. Clothes stripped and fell to the ground, my wedding dress pooled at my feet quickly joined by his royal suiting.

  We looked at each other another half second before he was on me, pushing me back onto the bed with a cry from my lips as he moved over me. His lips found my neck, claiming the skin there as I writhed against him. My nipples dragged over his hard, muscled chest, and I could feel his throbbing cock hot against my pussy.

  This was it. Somehow, I was finally going to feel every inch of the infamous Magnum deep inside of me. I moaned at the thought, rocking my hip against his, rubbing my slit up and down his shaft.

  “Greedy little girl,” he growled into my neck, biting the skin and making me gasp. He moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down my breasts. A nipple slipped between his lips, his hands skimming down my belly as his tongue swirled over the little nub. His fingers slipped easily through my wet folds, one pushing inside and stroking in and out as he kissed his way lower down my tummy.

  My legs spread as he moved lower, his hand pushing my thighs wide as his kisses zeroed in on me.

  “I want you so badly,” I whispered. “No more teasing, please!”

  He chuckled into my skin, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.

  “I’m just getting you ready, my queen. I need you dripping wet before I give you all of my cock.”

  He dipped lower, and I cried out as his tongue slowly dragged over my lips. He pushed in deep, hands pushing my legs wide as he devoured my little pussy. His lips fastened around my clit, tongue swirling over it again and again before delving down to stroke against my opening. He moved lower, his wicked tongue pushing and teasing against my tight little ass, making me squeal in pleasure.

  “This is mine too,” he growled, his words making me shiver. “Not yet, but soon,” he murmured, pressing a wet thumb against my ass. “Soon, I’ll take this as well.”

  I moaned, my mind sinking into the filthy, wicked thought of Magnus claiming my ass with his huge cock.

  “But first, your innocence,” he purred, moving back up to lick my pussy. He licked me relentlessly, his lips and tongue and fingers pushing me higher and higher, getting me wetter and wetter until I was sure I was leaving a puddle on the bed.