Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
KILLIAN
T he next day, I stand in front of the mirror in the walk-in closet, trying to choose between two shirts. My lucky charm is in the en-suite shower. I'm doing my best to keep my hands off her until after the party, which is why I'm not in there with her, but just thinking of the water sliding down her body is enough to make me hard. Last night, when we got home, we devoured each other.
My heart twitches when I think about the love fusing us. Against all odds, she accepts me: the good and the bad, the king and the lover. When I hear her leave the shower, I make a mistake, at least where timekeeping is concerned... I poke my head around the closet door.
My balls ache when I see the towel clinging to her. She looks at me over her shoulder with her wet red hair spilling down her back.
"Are you spying on me? I thought I told you to be good so I could get ready."
"I'm the king. I'm in charge..."
I return to the closet, grab two ties, then walk into the bedroom, my erection pressing against my shorts. Her honey-colored eyes move to my crotch, widening when she sees how hard I am.
"How long do we have?" she murmurs.
"They'll wait for the king," I growl.
"I'm still achy from last night," she whispers, a note of guilt in her voice.
"Then I'll take what I can from my perfect woman," I snarl. "Now—do what you're told."
"I love when you get like this."
"Like what?"
"Bossy. I like the romance, too, but this is..."
She gasps and moans when I dart my hand forward and tear away her towel. Precome leaks out of me as I gently push her onto the bed, her breasts swaying for me.
I take her hands and use the ties to bind her gently to the bedposts, just her wrists, then I hungrily fall upon her breasts and suck like the greedy animal I am. I kiss down her belly, toward her sex.
"You come when I say you come," I growl. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Don Killian," she murmurs.
"Oh, fuck."
"You like that?"
"When you say it..."
"Just remember, I'm super achy. Tomorrow, though..."
"Tomorrow I'm going to make your curvy body shake for me. But now, I just need to taste you. I'm already getting addicted to your taste..."
I kiss her clit, then lick, enthralled by her unhinged moans, by the way she shivers. Her body trembles, and she makes those telltale noises of an orgasm building in her beautiful thick body.
Sinking my hands into her thighs, I lean back. "Not yet, Lucy."
"Oh, fuck, Killian."
I gently stroke my thumb against her clit, watching her tremble for me. She leans up, staring down with wide, gorgeous eyes.
"Every part of you was made for me," I groan. "Your breasts, the way they shake..."
"Ah, ah," she whispers, gasping. "Oh, oh..."
"Not yet," I snarl, slowing down the motion of my thumb.
"You're making me crazy."
I smirk. "That's the point."
Slowing down even more, I look at her gorgeous face, even more beautiful because she's fresh from the shower and not wearing makeup. A flush moves over her cheeks. When I take my hand away from her needy sex, she moans, shifting her hips.
I wait a few seconds, then grab her thighs and press my face against her. She lets out a cry of pure release when I suck on her clit, pushing my tongue against her, owning her.
"Now," I snarl between greedy tongue strokes. "Come. Let me... taste... you..."
She gasps as her hips move up and down, stroking her slick pussy against my face. I lick her lips and her clit, then her hole, tasting her juices as she gives in to her pleasure.
Standing up, I tear down my shorts, freeing my cock.
"Killian," she gasps.
"I need your perfect breasts. I need to feel them on my shaft."
"Whatever you want."
"I know," I growl.
"You're in charge, Don Killian."
"I know that too."
I straddle her, careful not to put my weight on her, then grab my dick and guide it to her breasts. I squeeze them around my shaft and start pumping. The sweetest part is the look on her face, the pleasure she's getting from it too, the gasps and the moans as I push forward and then slide away, moving over and over.
She smiles up at me. "No," she says. "You don't come until I say you can."
I smirk.
"I'm serious," she says. "I'm the queen—remember."
I pump my cock between her breasts. She wriggles her hands free from the ties—they were never tight—and pushes her luscious mounds together. My shaft blazes with heat.
"Not yet," she says.
"Fu-fuck," I gasp, struggling to hold on.
"Slow down."
"Lucy..."
"I mean it, Don Killian."
I slow down, my cock aching, my balls hard. I rock at a steady pace for a minute, and then she smiles. "Now, fuck my tits. Hard, fast. Fuck my tits and come on my chest."
"Arghhhh," I groan as she squeezes her breasts even closer around my pole.
I move quickly until I can't take it anymore, a hot stream of come erupting from my cock, spattering over her chest and neck. She moans, nodding as wave after wave of come erupts out of me.
After, I climb off her, step into the bathroom, grab a towel, and gently clean my seed away.
"That was wild," she murmurs, sitting up and taking my hand. "I love experimenting with you."
"I love when you get confident and sassy," I tell her. "That was so damn hot. But we need to be good... for now. It's so difficult to keep my hands off you."
"I think I need another shower," she says, laughing. "Want to join me?"
"So much for keeping my hands off you..."
"Are you sure I look okay?" Lucy asks as the limo takes us toward the bar where the swearing-in is taking place.
" Okay doesn't even come close," I tell her fiercely.
She's wearing a green dress with a matching green necklace, her red hair intricately woven in a soft braid. Her Claddagh ring glistens on her hand.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, reaching over and taking her hand. "You look like what you are—a queen."
"Thank you," she says. "I just don't want people looking at me and thinking, Why her ?"
"Nobody is going to judge you," I say. "Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. You're the most attractive woman in the whole damn world to me. You're the funniest, the kindest, the most determined, the strongest, the bravest... and the luckiest."
"Are you trying to charm me?" she says, laughing.
Laughing with her reminds me that there's always going to be light to offset the darkness. The limo driver pulls up outside the bar, and immediately, one of my men rushes forward to open the door. I climb out and then offer Lucy my hand. She takes it, climbing from the car, her jewels sparkling.
I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her into the bar. Immediately, a hush falls over the room as we make our way to the long tables laid out at the front. Colm and Ronan are waiting for us, Ronan with a bandage on his face and a grim, determined twist to his lips.
"Ronan," Lucy says as we approach. "I'm so happy to see you up and about."
He smirks. "I would not miss this. I've told this stubborn ass for months that making you his woman would be the best decision of his life. It's good to see he's finally taken my advice."
"I should've taken it sooner," I tell him, leading Lucy around the table and into the seat at my side. "Champagne?"
"Sure," Lucy says. "That sounds good."
I gesture for a waiter. People go on with their conversations, but I'm aware of them glancing over at us, waiting for me to stand and make the speech that will signify I'm taking the crown. I loop my arm around Lucy's shoulder and lean in, whispering in her ear, "People are looking at you, Lucy... with the respect of a queen. Look into their eyes; you can see how much they respect you, fear you, even. They know the power you have."
"It's a nice change from being judged," she admits.
"It's not just the fact you're with me, either," I reply. "Everyone has heard the recording. They know what you did for this Family. They know how brave you are."
When I stand up, the music cuts off, and everybody turns to me. A silent anticipation falls over the room, everybody staring. In their eyes, I see a mixture of awe and fear.
The legend has spread: storming the estate, taking Frank and Owen alone, taking a bullet.
"We're here this evening because I am taking the Callahan crown," I say, looking the men in the eyes steadily. "For a long time, I wanted nothing to do with it. I was content to let supposedly good and trustworthy men run the Family, but I was wrong about them. Things are going to be different now. This is a new kingdom, with a new king... and queen."
I turn to my woman, take her hand, and guide her to her feet. She wraps her arm around my waist and shuffles close.
"By now, you've all either seen or heard about what happened between me and the traitors who tried to tear this Family apart. I took a bullet to claim my crown. By now, you've all heard the recording in which Owen Doyle admitted to orchestrating my father and my grandfather's deaths. None of that would’ve been possible without Lucy, my woman, my muse, my treasure, my lucky charm."
I pick up my glass of champagne.
"I propose a toast... to the future of the Family and to my queen."
Everybody raises their glasses. I look down at my woman and see that she's smiling up at me. For a moment, everything else falls away, the surroundings melting to nothing, and I see a lost kid with honey-colored eyes, looking at me as if I have all the answers.
But that's not right. She was always the one with the answers.