My King (Two Prince's Book 1) (11 page)

Ian

As soon as the door to the bathroom shuts behind Shayne I quickly and efficiently undress down to my boxers. I fold my clothes and stuff them in one of my duffle bags resting on the floor at the foot of the bed.

This will be the first night I get to spend alone with my mate.

As I’m pulling back the covers on the bed the door opens and in breezes Collette, Riley right on her heels.

“What’s wrong?” I bark out. Something has to be wrong for my brother to come barging in here. He knows how much I’m looking forward to being alone with Shayne.

“Nothing is wrong, brother,” Riley assures me. “But, Collette has something she wishes to show us.”

“And this can’t wait till morning?” I ask, hoping he will say yes, it can wait, and then drag Collette out of here.

“Guess not,” is Riley’s reply.

I sigh in exasperation. Of course it can’t wait.

“What’s going on?” Standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, Shayne asks.

Her hair is up, in a messy bun on the top of her head. She’s wearing a long sleeved burgundy thermal. Too big for her, it rests at mid-thigh.

To me, she’s never looked better than she does in this moment, coming out of the bathroom, ready to climb into bed with me.

Only thing wrong with this picture is I’m not in bed, waiting for her to join me.

No, I’m standing here in my fucking boxers with my little brother and Collette in the room.

Gesturing to the parcel in Collette’s hands, I say, “Well, let’s see it.”

Clearing her throat, she asks me, “Would you care to put some clothes on first?”

“No,” I tell her honestly, “I don’t want to put some damn clothes on first. I just took them off. What I want to do is get whatever the fuck this is over with so I can go to bed.”

“Fine,” she snaps.

Walking further into the room, she, carefully, places the wrapped in tissue paper parcel on the bed.

While unwrapping the tissue paper she speaks. And what she says causes my throat to clog with emotion and my eyes to prick with tears.

“Your father gave me this a month before his death. He asked me to hold onto it for him, saying one day I would understand why. I did not open it until after Wiley had stated he’d seen the two of you. I sat at my desk staring at these photos of your family for hours before I made the decision to look for you. Now I can’t help but wonder if my King was somehow clairvoyant. Not that it matters now. Anyways, this photo album belongs to the both of you.”

“He gave you a photo album of our family?” I manage to choke out past the lump in my throat.

She nods, saying, “I will leave you to it.”

Turning on her heel she walks out, leaving the room. Softly, she closes the door behind her.

I look at my brother. His eyes are on the album, a myriad of emotions on his face. The one I recognize the easiest, probably because I am wearing the same emotion on my own face, is anguish. Brutally raw, heartbreaking anguish.

“I don’t think… I can’t…” he stammers voice thick and chalked with emotion.

“Then we won’t,” I whisper.

The look of relief on his face at my words is profound. Still, he says, “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to wait until I am ready, you can look at it without me.”

“I will wait,” I tell him, still whispering, “When you are ready we will look together.”

“Thank you, Ian,” he whispers back.

*****

Lying in bed on our sides, facing one another, she asks me, “Do you want to talk about it?”

One could say I absolutely did not want to talk about it.

“Talking is the last thing I want to do,” I tell her honestly.

“Oh,” she says sounding defeated. “Are you tired, then?”

“Shayne,” I say.

“Yeah?”

“Come here.” I order.

“I am here,” she says, sounding confused.

“
No
,” I say, putting more emphasize in my words, “come
here
.”

“Okay,” she whispers, scooting over, closer to me.

Rolling into her I push her on to her back. Lifting my torso off her, I brace my elbows on the bed so I’m not crushing her with my weight.

I don’t miss the flash of surprise in her eyes, but I choose to ignore it.

Leaning down, I kiss her. I mean for it to be gentle, wanting to go slow, and take my time. When she moans into my mouth, though, all thought of slow flees my mind. That one little erotic noise coming from her makes my dick rock hard and I want nothing more than to be inside her. I devour her mouth like a starved man.

Breaking the kiss, I tear my mouth from hers to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

My animal stirs to life, begging for me to mark her, to claim her as my own.

This causes me to freeze, feeling like I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice cold water.

I want to mark her. I do. Desperately. But once it’s done, that’s it. There will be no going back for her. Her life as she knew it, will no longer exist for her. I won’t allow it to. She’ll be mine, end of story.

Can I do that to her, though? Will she want to return to her old life once she’s no longer in immediate danger? More importantly, if and when the time comes and I don’t let her go back, will she hate me for it?

I push up with my arms, removing my mouth from the vicinity of her neck and look down on her.

She’s so damn beautiful it’s breathtaking to look at her laying underneath me.

With eyes full of lust and lips swollen from my kiss, she pants, asking, “Why are you stopping?”

That’s a damn good question. Why the fuck
am
I stopping?

Throwing caution to the wind I decide to worry about it later, much later. If I’m lucky she’ll never want to go back, she’ll be so tied up in my life, so tied to
me
, she won’t ever want to leave me and the world that comes with me.

Trailing her fingers up my spine she asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“You wanna know what I’m thinking about?”

“Well, yeah,” she says sarcastically, “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

“Right now, baby, the only thing I can think about is how fucking gorgeous you look lying there under me.”

Her lips part in a silent “o”. Not giving her the chance to respond, my mouth comes down on hers, once again claiming it with a kiss.

It starts out slow, gentle, and filled with a sweetness the like I’ve never had. Quickly it escalates to so much more. Her hands cling to my back and she starts withering and moaning beneath me.

Shoving my knee between her legs, I roughly push them apart.

Now kneeling in-between her legs I grab ahold of the hem of her shirt and drag it up her body. When I reach her armpits she sits up a little and pulls it over her head.

Not wasting any time at all, as soon as her shirt is off I lean in and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She wraps her hand around the back of my head and holds me to her. I swirl my tongue around her nipple making her moan. With my other hand I reach up and pinch her other nipple. Not hard, just enough to cause pleasure. Her fingers tangle in my long hair.

“Ian,” she moans.

Unlatching my mouth from her nipple I sit up, ass to calves, in-between her open legs.

Climbing over her, I get off the bed.

Sliding my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers I pull them down. When they hit the floor I step out of them and kick them under the bed.

Her lips are parted and her eyes are glued to my erection.

Looking up to see my eyes on her she quickly covers her breasts with her hands. Sitting up, she scoots backwards until her back hits the headboard. She pulls her knees up to her chest.

Shaking my head, I tell her, “Oh, no you don’t.”

Reaching out, I grab her by the ankles and pull her back down the bed.

She lets out a startled squeak, “What are you doing?”

“Your body is beautiful, Shayne.” I tell her,” Don’t ever try to hide it from me.”

Grabbing ahold of her panties, I drag them down her pale legs. Once free of her legs I toss them behind me, over my shoulder.

“Oh my God,” she whispers in shock.

Yeah, with any luck she will be repeating that again throughout the night. Several times, in fact. Along with my name.

I’ve never been with a virgin before so I knew I had to be careful with her in more ways than one.

I drop to my knees, put my hands under her thighs, and spread her legs apart. She fights me, probably out of modesty, in an attempt to keep her legs closed and her pussy hidden from me.

“What’d I say?” I growl. “Don’t ever hid your body from me.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers. “No one’s ever-”

I cut her protests off. “I know. But now I’m gonna because you’re mine.”

My hand slides up her bare thigh. When I reach her mound I cup it possessively.

“This is mine.”

Her breath hitches and she whispers my name. “Ian.”

My name on her lips, her breathy voice, strains what little control I have over my body and my beast.

“It’s going to hurt a little at first,” I tell her. My voice sounding rough even to my own ears. More animal than human at this point. I’m probably scaring her but I can’t stop the words from coming out. I have to tell her what she’s in for.

“Bite me?” she whispers in horror. “Like that thing bit me?”

“No. I’m going to mark you like a shifter marks his mate. It will be nothing like a Vampire bite. I’ve never marked someone before, but it’s a tradition for my people between mates to mark one another. I’m told initially it’s painful but the pain doesn’t last long and quickly fades to pleasure.”

“And you want to do this to me? To mark me?” She sounds panicked now.

Damn.

How do I explain this in a way that won’t further freak her out?

“You’ll like it, I promise.” Yeah, Ian, that was really reassuring.

“Ian, I don’t know. Maybe we can skip the whole biting thing and just stick to the, um, other stuff.”

Oh, my sweet, shy, virgin can’t even talk about sex without getting flustered. She can’t even say the words.

I fucking love this.

No way can I make love to her without marking her. I have denied myself the things I wanted most for far too long. I will not deny myself this.

Perhaps I made a mistake in trying to explain things to her.

“If you don’t like something I’m doing all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will.” I try to ease her worries. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

This was not entirely the truth because I have every intention of biting her.

I will simply have to make sure she’s enjoying herself so much she doesn’t protest when I sink my teeth into her flesh, marking her as mine for forever.

This makes me a selfish prick, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

Before she can come up with an argument against me, and she will, I have no doubt about this, I place her legs over my shoulders.

“Oh my god. What’re you doing?” She squeals.

The time for talking has come and gone. The time for action is upon us.

“Ian?”

Eyes on her pussy, something I’m seeing for the first time, has me licking my lips in anticipation.

“Fuck, but you look good.”

And she did. Fucking gorgeous. Her lips glistened with wetness, letting me know that even though she’s clearly nervous she’s into this, into me.

Leaning in I inhale her sweet scent. Warmth radiates from her core. My tongue snakes out and I flick it over her clit.

She inhales sharply.

Gripping her legs under her thighs tightly, I hold on and unceremoniously devour her pussy like a starving man.

She moans loudly.

Her legs start to shake around my head.

She starts withering on the bed.

I ease a finger in to her wet heat. Fuck, but she’s tight. So goddamn tight. I can’t wait to have all that wrapped around my cock.

Her pussy greedily grips ahold of my finger and I can feel her coming.

This is it, my moment to mark her, and I can’t let it pass me by.

While she’s still coming I move my face over to her supple thigh and sink my teeth in to it. Her flesh tears open. Warm blood fills my mouth.

She screams in pain. Her scream sends a shard of pain through my chest but I don’t let go.

I know I make the right decision when her scream abruptly cuts off and is replaced with her whimpers.

Small hands clutch at my head, pulling on my long hair.

I slide another finger into her tightness and she cries out.