Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wynn
It was late when we left the restaurant and while I was tired due to talking to so many people, I was relieved that the governor had ignored me for the rest of the evening.
We were currently driving toward Julian’s home…an honest-to-God castle. My mind was wandering, curious what it would look like.
“You’re smiling.” I turned from the window, where I’d been watching the island rush by, to see Julian regarding me with bemusement.
“I was just thinking about what your castle would look like. Then my brain went to moats filled with crocodiles, drawbridges, and a parapet.”
He hummed. “While there is no moat or drawbridge, as the castle has been remodeled through the years, there’s a parapet. We had a portcullis at this particular castle up until a decade ago.”
I knew from watching Game of Thrones that a portcullis was one of those heavy metal gates that raised and lowered.
“Is there anything original still there?”
“The bones of it.” He shrugged. “As the island crumbled, my family had to keep it strong, and that meant pretty much gutting it. The original was built from earth and wood, later restructured with rocks and stones. As time progressed, all our castles were altered for the times.”
“I have no doubt it’s gorgeous.”
He tipped his chin up. “Well, Wynn, you’re about to find out.”
I returned my gaze to the window and saw that we were driving up a long road, clearly private since I didn’t see any other houses, just a huge castle in the distance.
It was too dark to tell what the landscape looked like, but judging by where the castle was, the ocean had to be behind it.
I gawked as I exited the vehicle and wasn’t much better once we were inside. It was like a fancy-museum-slash-library-slash-I-don’t-even-know. It was amazing, and words escaped me.
“Would you like a drink?” Julian asked, shaking me from my enamored state.
“Oh, um, yes, that sounds wonderful.”
I followed him down a hallway with walls covered in tapestries and paintings of royalty. It was breathtaking, and I didn’t think it could get more beautiful. That was, until we entered what he referred to as the sitting room.
The sitting room resembled a study, a living room, and a library all in one.
A large oak bar took up a good portion of one side, and a roaring fire added calming ambiance, but it being behind tempered glass didn’t make the room hot.
I was sure if I perused the shelves there would be a lot of first-edition books.
“What would you like?” Julian moved behind the bar.
“Well, what do you have? I’m not a big, fancy drinker. I usually stick to wine or beer.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “How about wine, then?”
Once he’d poured, he walked over and handed it to me. It was a blush wine, equally sweet and crisp. I was sure it was worth more than my car, and I didn’t dare ask.
“Shall we sit?” He motioned to a couch that looked both elegant and comfortable.
I joined him, sipping the wine, my eyes wandering everywhere.
“This place is truly outstanding. And you have three other castles?”
“Each is different. This was the main one once, so it’s a bit more ostentatious than the ones on Lamdera, Thrindell, and Korvanna.”
I snorted. “Ostentatious isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.”
He inched closer, and the scent of his cologne or maybe aftershave made me sigh. It was wealth, sex, and a hint of leather.
“And how would you describe it?”
“Magical,” I answered in a breath. Cheesy? Perhaps, but there was indeed magic in the air.
“Magical, hmm. Not sure about that, but I can admit there’s a lot of history here. Sometimes when I’m here alone and I walk the halls, I imagine what the atmosphere was like in the sixteen or seventeen hundreds.”
I’d already liked Julian, but one thing I was realizing was that the more time I spent with him, the more I truly enjoyed his company. He was handsome, smart, even funny. The unsettled feeling from earlier was long gone.
I sipped my wine, then placed the goblet on the table in front of me. “You’re nothing like I’d thought you’d be, Pr…Julian.”
His smile was lovely. “I like it when you say my name.”
“Julian.”
“Mmm.” He put his glass beside mine and moved closer to me. “You’re everything I thought you’d be, Wynn.”
We embraced the inevitable and kissed. The moment our lips touched it was as if I’d been cold forever and for the first time was shrouded in warmth.
“Delicious,” he mumbled before he began sucking on my tongue. I was hard as a rock and a heartbeat away from rutting against his leg when he leaned back with a smirk. “I want more.”
“Okay, yeah, I like more.”
He chuckled and stood. I was about to join him, thinking we were going to head upstairs or hell, right here on the floor, but he stopped me. I watched, transfixed as he kneeled between my legs.
“Can I give you a blowjob?” he asked almost properly, and if I hadn’t been seconds from blowing my load, I might have laughed.
“Yes.”
His hands slid up my legs; the path his fingers made were on fire, and when he reached for the button on my pants, I thought I’d come out of my skin.
“Lift,” he ordered, and I raised my hips so he could pull my pants down. “Again.” Next were my boxers and as soon as those were cleared, my dick sprung up, purple, angry, and desperate.
His silver eyes rose to meet mine, and I was simply in awe of this moment.
“The future king on his knees for a peasant.” I smiled.
He rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock, earning a hiss. “I see no peasants, Wynn, and the only crown I’m interested in is this one.” He lowered his head and sucked me to the root.
“Holy shit.” My head fell back, and I had to stop myself from thrusting into his perfect throat.
He pulled off, which caught my attention. I looked into his lust-filled eyes, and there was that same darkness from earlier. “Watch,” he growled.
It was an effort to keep my eyes open as he sucked me. It was by far the greatest blowjob I’d ever had. I didn’t know if it was because it was a prince on his knees for me or if he was just this good.
I shivered, my body bowing as he swallowed around my length, and I gripped his hair. “Julian, I’m going to come, you…shit, you have to pull off.”
But he didn’t. He double-timed it, as if his survival depended on him draining my balls. I came with a shout, and I must’ve either passed out or drifted because as soon as the room came into focus, he was sitting beside me, sipping his wine. I was cleaned and tucked back into my pants.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “You taste delicious, Wynn. Better than any wine.”
I eyed him and then his lap. “I can…actually, can I?”
He shook his head. “Next time.”
My eyes widened and I sat up. “I have so many questions.”
“Like?” His brow lifted.
“Next time? What about you coming? What’s happening right now?”
He grinned at the last question. “Yes, there will be a next time. Pleasuring you was more than enough for me, and what’s happening is, you’ve caught the attention of a prince.”
I didn’t have words for those answers. He handed me my abandoned wine, and I simply drank it in a daze. Best vacation ever.