No Such King (Bloody Royals, #1)

by Coralee June

“You lie like you breathe. And when we’re together, I make your lungs clench, Miss Abernathy.”

“Look how beautiful you are. Covered in blood. I can almost picture the crown on your head,”

I saw the most beautiful fucking woman I’d ever seen in my goddamn life walking toward me. Christine was a dream.

Yeah. Christine needed a ring. A big one. Something that told everyone in the motherfucking kingdom that my cock was huge and she was moaning my name every night.

“If I knew that was even an option for me, I would have married you when we were eighteen.”

“She ran away. And then she became a force to be reckoned with.”

my damn dick was obsessed with Christine. So was my brain. And if I had a heart, that bullshit organ would be obsessed with her too.

“You’ve been running from me for as long as I can remember. Let me catch you, love.”

My world was standing in front of me, with a quivering lip, eyes full of secrets, and a body I wanted to bury myself inside of.

“You’ve got a king kneeling before you.” I teased her with another quick taste. “You’re not a king right now, August,” she whispered. “You’re mine.”

“You’re perfect, Christine. If he can’t see the real you and be man enough to love even the bloodiest parts of your soul, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

“I breathe you in, Christine,” he said before leaning down to run his nose along the curve of my shoulder, dragging it along my creamy skin until his lips were brushing against my neck. “You’re in my lungs. You’re in my soul. And I’m in your head. Tell me I don’t know you, Christine. Give me a reason to prove otherwise.”

I’m the monster catcher. Besides, monsters can be beautiful, too.”

“Nod like a good girl so I know you understand.” I did what anyone would do at that moment. I nodded.