Page 11 of The King's Mate

She stared at him. “No?”

“No.” He moved away from her. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Piper scoffed. “Fuck you.”

He grabbed her, flipping her to her stomach. She liked to fight him, and he liked it, too. Holding her arms behind her back, he moved in between her legs. She struggled a moment before he clutched her hair in his hand, tugging her head back.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you fight me.”

Piper scowled. “Kiss my ass.”

“I will.” To prove his point, he leaned forward and kissed her bare cheek before scraping his teeth along the fleshy skin. She sucked in a breath, jerking as he bit her.

Instead of drawing it out any longer, he pushed his cock inside her, clutching her hands at the small of her back. He loved her tight pussy. Loved the way it gripped him and clenched around him every time he pushed inside her. Piper let out a low moan as she closed her eyes, resting her face against the mattress.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, pumping his hips against her.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes.”

He slapped her ass with his free hand before grabbing her hair again and pulling her head back so that he could kiss her. Rough fucking wasn’t for everyone, but he sure as hell enjoyed it with her. She could take what he gave her and give him more. She squeezed him inside her, and Aleo groaned into her mouth. He knew within the very depths of his soul that there was no going back after this. He wanted her, and there was nothing anyone could do about that.

“Do you like my big cock fucking you, Piper?” he asked. “Is that why you came here today? To finish what we started?”

“If I wanted a big cock, I could get one. I don’t need you for that.”

“No?” He shoved into her hard. “You just wanted to free your father?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Liar.” He let her arms go and dragged her hips so that her ass was in the air for him. “You wanted my cock from the first time we met.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She gasped as the tip of his dick bumped against her G-spot. Her pussy spasmed around him as she closed her eyes, a silent cry lodged in her throat. She looked so damn beautiful when he made her come. So fucking perfect.

Her orgasm caused his, and Aleo found himself collapsing on top of her, wrapping his arms around her tiny body while he breathed her in. Neither one of them seemed to have a care in the world, and it felt fucking great.

Sometime later, Aleo moved off her and sat up to open the wine bottle. Piper didn’t move, and he couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss the small of her back.

“Eat with me.”

She groaned and pushed up from the mattress. “Don’t let what I’m about to say go to your head.”

He reached for the plate of food he’d brought in earlier. “Okay.”

“Thank you for taking care of that mess with my dad.” She didn’t quite meet his eyes as she reached for a roll. “I didn’t know what else to do. The royal guard laughed at me when I tried to get them to let him loose. I was angry when I came here. I shouldn’t have attacked you. I’m sorry.”

Aleo reached for her and pulled her between his legs. “You’re forgiven.”

He pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple. Red marks covered her inner thighs from his scratchy beard, and he couldn’t deny that he liked the look of it. Aleo lifted a piece of meat from the plate and held it to her lips.

“Is this another first? The king feeding someone?” She took the food he offered and almost smiled at him.

He nibbled along her cheek. “Yes.”

Piper smoothed her hand along his calf. “Why me? You know we can’t be together.”

Whenever he wanted to do something, yet didn’t want to give a reason why, he stated, “King’s orders.” Piper felt like that to him. There was no reason for why he wanted her. She was different. She made him smile. She teased him. She fought with him. She loved him like Aleo only dreamed a woman should. Why not Piper, was his question.

“I rather enjoy doing what I want.” He looped his arm around her body so that his hand rest against her stomach. “The fact that you’re human doesn’t change that.”

“Do you ever shift?” she asked, dropping her head back against his shoulder to look at him.

“Yes.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “If there’s something for formality or if I feel threatened or offended. I protect what is mine, there’s no question about that.”

“Would you protect me?” Piper asked. “You said I’m yours.”

He kissed her shoulder. “That’s a complicated question with an even more complicated answer.”

She lifted a piece of meat to his lips. He took the bite, letting the room fall into silence. How did he change the rules? Piper was his, that was true. He could mate with a woman in the kingdom, but his heart would never be hers. Hell, he didn’t know when it happened, but over the course of the past two years, the feisty brunette that kept him on his toes had won him over.

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