Page 108 of Royal Beast
“Say it again,” I whisper, my lips near her ear.
She shivers and obeys, saying my name like a reverent prayer. “Kellan.”
“Again,” I order, my fingers pressing deeper inside her.
“Kellan!” she cries out, writhing under me. I smirk and kiss her lips, my body thrumming with desire.
As I gaze at her, it occurs to me that I get to see her belly grow round with our child this time. I’m so excited that she’s pregnant that I can hardly contain myself. I wonder if I would have been like this the first time and shake my head internally, deciding not to go down that road.
Right here and now, I have everything I could have ever wanted right at my fingertips, and I’m going to take advantage by taking Darcy apart slowly like she requested. My thumb twists and I’m stroking her bud, the fleshy pearl glistening with arousal, slick already seeping from her cunt.
Her body tenses and I pull back, refusing to let it end so quickly. At her shocked expression, I grin, my lip curling playfully.
“You wanted this to last,” I say, reminding her of what she asked for. “I’m going to edge you until you’re absolutely begging me to give it to you, darlin’.”
Darcy looks affronted at that idea, clamping her lips shut. I smirk, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her now. My fingers stroke her pussy like an instrument, sliding in and out of her slickened passage as I use my other hand to toy with her clit at the same time.
Every time she starts to rock her hips against my hand, I slow down and every time her breathing grows more shallow, I pull back. I see the frustration mounting in her eyes but she stubbornly refuses to give in yet, keeping her mouth closed.
It’s the third or fourth time she’s gotten close to the edge by the time the cracks start to show. Tears gather in her eyes, the desperation obvious with the way she rolls her hips, the way she arches her back, fingers digging into the sheets below.
“Kellan,” she whines, voice low and needy.
“Yes?” I ask, cocking my head as I stroke more insistently against her inner walls.
She shivers but pinches her lips together, still refusing to give in, and shakes her head. I know she wants it badly, but I think she likes this little game we play, the push and pull, the back and forth.
I’m starting to grow impatient myself, wanting to be buried in her tight, wet cunt already, but Darcy still won’t give in. So I up the ante and I shift downward, pressing my face between her thighs as I lick across her heated flesh.
A tiny wail punctures the silence of the room and she finally breaks. “Daddy,” she moans. “Please, please give me more, please fuck me. I need you, please, I’m begging for it now.”
I pull away and sit up, taking in the sight of her. A flush stains her cheeks pink, the sting of humiliated tears in her eyes, but I gather her up, shushing her and cooing praise as I line myself up at her entrance and sink inside.
Relief washes over the both of us and I press forward, gripping her hips in my hands as I begin to fuck her cunt in earnest. “That’s right, darlin’, you’re mine, you’re all mine. I love it when you’re desperate for me. I love watching you fall apart for me, sweetheart.”
Now that she’s finally gotten what she wanted, she’s no longer holding back her moans, letting them spill freely from her lips. Already worked into a near frenzy, it doesn’t take her long before she reaches the peak, bucking wildly against me.
“Please, please let me come, please, Daddy!” she begs, holding back.
“Yes, oh, yes,” I cry out. “Good girl. Come for Daddy, sweetheart!”
She tumbles over the edge, coming with a loud shout, spilling liquid slick all over my cock. It sends a spark straight through me, making my belly tense as I find my own orgasm, burying deep inside her as her inner walls milk my cock.
“Fuck!” I curse.
Breathing hard, I slowly extract myself from her embrace and pull her down to lie next to me. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Thank you for everything you’ve given me, Wildflower. For our lives together, our children, and your trust. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, slipping her fingers between mine as we hold hands. “You’ve shown me how much better life can be when I have someone to catch me when I fall.”
“Always,” I promise, kissing her temple. “I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”
EPILOGUE
Clary
My phone buzzes for the third time in an hour, dragging me out of the endless stream of emails I’m tackling. I sigh, setting my laptop aside. Working for Rory Brannagan is like running on a hamster wheel, as in no matter how much I do, there’s always more.
I answer the phone, lifting it to my ear. “Yes, Mr. Brannagan?”
