Felix and the Prince (Forever Wilde, #2)

by Lucy Lennox

There was no mistaking the slight hitch of breath that came out of him. And if my ears hadn’t heard it, my dick still would have. Well… Fuck. Me.

Maybe Grandpa and Doc were right. It was time for an adventure. Of the sexual variety.

“Let me get something warm inside you.” I gulped. Surely he didn’t mean… “This is like a fish stew,” Lio said, pulling a container out of the basket. Oh right. Something warm like soup.

A stupid gathering of brain cheerleaders shook their asses and cheered loudly in my psyche. Gonna get fucked! Can I get an F? Can I get a U? Can I— “Felix, you coming?”

That was one of the shitty aspects of being single. No one to touch, no warm body to cling to on a cold night in bed, no one to complain to when things didn’t go your way.

“You’re going to burn in hell,” I muttered. “As long as they have an espresso machine, I’m cool with it.

I hadn’t been telling the truth earlier, obviously. Of course I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t had anal sex in ages. I’d probably revirginated in the time since I’d last had it.

It was the single most intimate and erotic experience I’d ever had. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it would remain so for the rest of my life.

Every move of his mouth and word he spoke raised the hair on my neck and the pace of my heart. “You are smart, and talented. Sweet and adorable. Hot, passionate, responsive…” I brought my legs around his back and pulled him in closer with them until he let his weight drop on me. “Stop talking and start taking my clothes off,” I suggested with a grin. “You can respect me later.”

I’d spent much of my time since puberty self-identifying as bisexual, but in that moment, I couldn’t imagine a single woman on earth who could ever come close to being as attractive and enticing to me as the man in front of me. But then again, there couldn’t be another man that beautiful either. Perhaps I was Felix-sexual.

If Lio had any idea how much I wanted to stay with him, he’d run screaming back home to take the throne with pleasure just to get away from his crazy stalker.

“Gngh.” I grunted and swallowed, noticing the wetness at my tip and bringing my hand out to taste it without thinking. When I realized what I was doing, my eyes flew open just in time to see Lio roar up out of his chair and practically slam me down onto the carpet. After that, it was like being mauled by a lion dosed with extra-strength Viagra.

But most of all, when I limped out of bed the next morning, I heard the quiet echo of his last words mumbled into my hair in the middle of the night. I’m not sure I can live without you.

My Etienne - whose heart shined like colored glass in the sun.

“If you don’t get your scrawny ass down here, I’m quitting the royal service and he can dress himself. I’d be just as happy dressing the rich and famous at Hermès.”

“I really care about him, Grandpa Wilde,” I said quietly. “When I left him at Gadleigh, it was like I left one of my lungs there too. I can hardly breathe.”

“He’s such a good fucking human being, you know?” I added in a rough voice. “So beautiful. His heart is so pure. He deserves so much.”

The sight of him happy and relaxed caught me around the ribs like a boa constrictor. That was my heart right there, and it was walking around free as if it didn’t belong in the center of my chest.

“Get the fuck in the house, we’re here for an intervention,” he barked. I could immediately see how he’d succeeded as a Navy SEAL and wondered if maybe they wanted him back. We needed another bossy Wilde man around the ranch like a hole in the head.