Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Her arms went around his neck, tightening just as her inner muscles clenched around his oversized cock. "Please," she choked out. "Take me as only you can—-"
His control snapped, and from there on, nothing...nothing existed except his need to claim every inch of her. He pounded into her, just like what she demanded, pounded into her the way only he could—-
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
And when she suddenly arched, and he saw her eyes rolling back as she started coming, he didn't stop thrusting into her—-
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
Not even when he himself felt his balls tightening, and he started cumming inside of her—-
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
Not even when hours turned into days.
Not for fucking anything did he stop.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
While making a call to the twins and instructing them about having food regularly delivered, he had her on fours, his cock plunging in and out of her from behind.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
When he had to grab the deliveries the twins left in the kitchen, he would carry her out of the room, with Estrella bouncing on his cock as he walked.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
It was only when she had passed out for the sixth time on the fourth day did lust ever so slightly loosen its grip on his senses, and he was able to force himself to pull away so her well-fucked body could rest.
I love you. She had said it over and over in the past few days. Cried it. Whispered it. Had her heart sing it. So much so that he could hear still hear the words caressing his mind as he looked down at her.
It made no sense, this devotion of hers. But it was there, and as he watched his beautiful Star sleep, Lysander swore to himself that she must never ever learn she was not his first choice for mate.
Chapter Eleven
Two weeks had already passed since the consummation of the royal couple's marriage, and as the twins expected, their prince's mood had improved by leaps and bounds. He spoke more often now, too, and spent less time in Ammon's form. More importantly, he no longer seemed inclined to chew heads off anytime a guy's glance lingered on Estrella for more than a second. Nowadays, men foolish enough to still persist in courting the princess, hoping she would choose one of them over the prince, only had their kneecaps crushed under Lysander's mighty paws.
It was all about timing, and in the prince's case, one had to wait until he had the look of someone who had most recently enjoyed his wife's...attentions. These were the times the prince would be in a more relaxed and generous frame of mind, and it was why the most idiotic of Estrella's suitors were still alive and in one piece. A broken kneecap or two might hurt as fuck, but it was still reparable at least. Lost, spat-out body parts would've remained...lost.
Back in the day, Lysander had been the most uncompromising and staunchly traditional individual, and it was rather ironic that having an ancient beast rest inside of him would turn out to be the key to making the Fae prince more inclined to concessions.
That...and sex.
Lots and lots and lots and lots of sex.
And such things could happen at anytime of the day -
Like now.
The twins remained poker-faced while standing guard outside the van, which had been rocking for the past twenty-five minutes like it alone was suffering from a magnitude 10 earthquake. On one hand, the fact that just about anything could make Lysander hunger for his wife's touch might pose a problem during formal occasions like the monthly assemblies at L'Alliance. But if, on the other hand, this was all it took to keep Lysander's inner beast safely leashed...
Just one more week, Alain thought. If this one week could end without any incident, then they could finally submit their formal application to the L'Alliance and have the prince's request of membership put to vote.
Another ten minutes had passed before the van door slid open, and the twins along with the two other soldiers with them were allowed back in. Their prince was lounging lazily in one of the captain seats, one arm around a red-faced Estrella, who was seated on his lap.
The air inside the van was still thick with the scent of sex, but Lysander's men were now used to ignoring this. Estrella, however, was not, and she still couldn't help cringing and squirming, knowing that everyone knew exactly why Lysander had suddenly ordered the soldier behind the wheel to pull over and got everyone out in the middle of the highway.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Lysander's attentions, but did they really have to do it every time his cock so much as twitched in her presence? At the rate things were going, she had a feeling she'd be barefoot and pregnant before the next full moon—-
I'd like that.
Estrella made a face even as her cheeks became flushed with pleasure at his words. Truly?