Royally In Trouble (Royal, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

It’s a part of her duty, and I’ve learned quite quickly that telling her she doesn’t have to help me is more of an insult than anything. So, yeah . . . Runa helps me slip on my underwear every day. Not sure I’ll ever get used to that. And on Runa’s end, I’m not sure she’s ever going to get used to seeing a world of hickeys and bite marks all over my breasts and inner thighs. She learned quite quickly that Keller is ravenous. She doesn’t even mention it now.

“Ah, and from the handprint on your bottom, I can assume we engaged in some spanking last night?” A smile pulls at my lips, and I brush my hair from my face. “Why, Runa, you never comment on my marks.” “That one is hard not to comment on.” Growing serious, she asks, “Were you an equal participant?” I roll my eyes and grip her shoulders so she’s looking me square in the face. “For the last time, any mark you see on my body was encouraged by me. I like it rough, Runa.” If only there’d been time for Keller to nibble up my legs this morning . . . God, I love his teeth. “Yes, that much is obvious.”

“Wait, can you turn me back into a virgin?” “No, dear, of course not,” Katla says. “I believe what Theo is trying to convey is that we would appreciate it if you two, as a couple, practice celibacy until your wedding night.” “Celibacy?” I ask, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Like . . . no sex?” Katla nods. “That would be the definition of celibacy.” “But we sleep in the same room. Don’t you think that would be a touch hard?” Hard . . . Keller is always hard. Hard at night. Hard in the morning. Hard when I get out of the shower. Hard when funnily enough I’m brushing my hair. There’s no way we can be celibate, not with the virility running rampant through that man. Not to mention, I’m a rabid beast, frothing at the mouth, waiting for his next command. It’s positively impossible. We are sex fiends! I need his mouth. His hands. His rock-hard cock. I need him penetrating me all the time. Thrusting. Pulsing! I need to be spanked. Told that I’m a naughty girl. Choked! Oh God, he won’t be able to choke me. How will I ever live? How the hell am I supposed to go on with my daily royal business knowing that when I retreat to my room at night, I won’t be held down by the throat while my man uses me as his own personal fuck toy? Nope, it can’t happen. I won’t be able to survive!

Theo shifts uncomfortably. “It’ll be your responsibility to make sure Lilly gets pregnant.” Oh, Jesus. “We must carry on the legacy, Keller,” Theo adds. “Uh . . . yes, sir. I don’t believe that’ll be a problem.” Especially after four weeks of not being able to share a bed with her. I’m pretty sure my pent-up frustration will impregnate her on our wedding night. He nods. “Good.”

“I would say it’s not like I have to fuck her every night to feel right, but not having her near me when I wake up and when I go to bed makes my skin crawl with a combination of aggravation and need. I feel like I can’t protect her the way I want.”

My palm full, I revel in the feel of her breast, in her sexy reaction as I move my mouth to the juncture of her shoulder and bite down, causing her to cry out. Her delicate skin easily fades into a shade of red with every pass of my mouth, every nibble of my teeth. The tension in my muscles that have been bunching at the base of my neck, creating headaches and unease, dissipates with every acute moan that falls past her lips. Pleased with her response, I lap the same spot of her neck after every time I bite down. I keep my bite marks on her neck to a minimum, not wanting to make it too hard for her to cover up tomorrow, but also making my mark, wickedly reminding her who exactly she fell in love with in the first place. “Yes, my king,” she whispers as my mouth falls to her shoulder and my hand crawls up to her neck where I grip it possessively. I feel the gasp in her throat from the surprise of my grip, and then the sigh as I force her to move her head to the side. “I’ve dreamed every night of possessing this beautiful neck,” I say. “Of marking it, making sure no one else thinks they have even the slightest fucking chance to be with you. Because you’re mine, Lilly. All fucking mine.” “Yours, my king,” she says breathlessly. I drag my tongue along the column of her neck, all the way to her jaw where I pepper kisses up to her ear, keeping a strong hold on her neck the entire time. “I belong to you.” “Don’t you fucking forget it,” I reply as my hand slides to her jaw. My thum...

“You’re so good to me.” His hands loop around my back, pulling me into his chest. “I just want to make you happy.” “You have,” I say. “You’ve made me happier than I could ever imagine.” “Good . . . because you’re mine . . . forever.”

He bends down and presses a kiss to my lips. “Have fun with the girls, and I’ll see you tomorrow . . . my wife.” I smile up at him. “My husband . . . my king.” He tilts my jaw up with his thumb and steals one more kiss, this one is longer, deeper, full of promises and the future as his tongue swipes inside my mouth. I reciprocate the movement, getting lost in the way he possesses me. And when he pulls away, not putting much distance between us at all, he cups my cheek and softly says, “I love you, Lilly. You have my heart . . . forever.” “You have mine,” I say.

“You are the love of my life, Keller. Until my dying day, forever and always, I’m yours.”