Chapter Eight
THE TWINS ARRIVED JUST while Lysander and Estrella were having breakfast. But when she tried to scramble off his lap, her husband wouldn't have it at all, his arm around her waist tightening even as she heard the twins' footsteps getting closer.
I've never sat on any guy's lap before—-
GOOD.
She rolled her eyes at him. That's not the point I was trying to make!
But Lysander simply stared back at her. Stay.
The command in his voice was irresistible, and so when the Fournier brothers finally came to join them at the table, it was to find the princess seated on the prince's knee while Lysander fed her slices of cheese and meat.
The twins smirked, and she glared at them, knowing that they were very much relishing the sight of her being so docile. It was payback, for all the times she had gone against their instructions.
Meanwhile, Lysander was asking the two men about some report he requested, his voice careful and deliberate as he spoke his words out loud. His voice was no longer as rusty, but it seemed as if its gravelly tone was there to stay.
Estrella didn't mind it though. She really liked how it sounded, and she thought it extremely sexy—-
Thank you.
The twins blinked when the princess suddenly lost her balance and almost fell off her husband's lap. When the prince helped her back up, her cheeks were on fire, and the twins looked at each other. Honeymoon stage, probably?
They nodded simultaneously in silent agreement. That was probably it, and since this could only be a good thing for the royal couple, they paid it no heed and went back to reporting to their prince. "We have looked into the matter you requested—-"
"What matter is this?" Estrella couldn't help asking.
Lysander's face hardened. "Why...people...want to...abduct...MY WIFE."
The twins saw the princess slowly cover her face, and they couldn't help smirking when the prince, who had noticed the same thing, too, appeared taken aback by her actions.
Perturbed at the strangeness of her actions, Lysander was doing his best to read his wife's thoughts, but all he could glean at that moment was an unquantifiable amount of.
..gibberish. She was making odd, high-pitched sounds inside her mind, almost like a screeching monkey, and by the way the twins were reacting, it seems as if they understood exactly what was going on.
"Explain," he commanded them. "Her mind...is impossible...to read...right now. Why?"
The prince's words were all the confirmation they needed, and Aluin couldn't help grinning even as he said with sham solemnity, "The princess' thoughts right now, Your Highness...are you saying they're indecipherable?"
"Yes."
"Is she making strange, wordless, high-pitched sounds?"
Lysander frowned. "Exactly."
The twins smirked again. "That, Your Highness—-" Alain was the one who spoke this time, albeit in a decidedly dry tone, "—-is what's best referred to as internal squealing."
Hearing this, Estrella couldn't help lowering her hands just so she could glare straight at the warrior.
"Alain!" But as she did, her gaze accidentally clashed with the prince, who - you know - had just made her dream come true and called her - you know - MY WIFE in front of - you know - other people, and well. ..
The moment her hands flew back up to cover her flushed cheeks, the sounds inside her mind immediately resumed, and Lysander couldn't help but wince as it was now a thousand times shriller.
"What you are hearing in her mind right now is what we heard - out loud - the first time someone else referred to her as your wife."
As predicted, hearing the last two words had Estrella's internal squealing going up several notches higher, to the point that the sounds threatened to burst his eardrums from within. Not that he minded, now that he knew that all of this...was simply because she was that happy to be his wife.
Had always been that happy, Lysander thought, even when the world doubted his return and disparaged her for being so faithful and loyal to a prince whose race had been vanquished in battle...twice.
The beast in him began to stir. It believed such devotion must be - and could only be rewarded in one way. And the Fae in him agreed.
"I require a private moment with my wife." Lysander had already risen to his feet as he spoke, and by the time he finished he had a stunned and confused Estrella up in his arms. "Wait here."
"Yes, Your Highness." The twins' tone were utterly respectful, but both also rolled their eyes as they watched the royal couple head back to the master's bedroom. Lysander had always had a strong sex drive, but he was practically insatiable now with his princess.
Was that truly a beast thing...or could it be something else?
Back inside the bedroom, things moved fast as soon as the door closed. Before she could even wonder what Lysander required a private moment for, he already had her out of her dress and flat on her back on the bed.
"Lysan——oh!"
As soon as he had parted her legs wide open, he had bent his head down to nuzzle the quivering and already-moist triangle between her legs. Mortification immediately burst inside of her even as a thousand thoughts raced in her head.
Lysander. Husband. Mouth, no, wait - Tongue. His Tongue. Down There. Licking - no, wait, not just that. But also...t-t-t-thrustiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—-
I can hear you... MY WIFE.
Her body arched up in an instant, and hearing it was like having the arrow of her pleasure meter swing all the way up to the danger zone, and she was just one pant away from losing her mind.
One moment, it was just a tiny, sweet throb, but a moment later, she was close to passing out, her body back to being a feverish, wet, writhing mess.
He knew...he had to have known what it did to her, hearing him of all people call her that, and yet the darn prince had still done it, almost as if he couldn't get enough seeing her shatter to pieces.
She could even feel the dark silk of his amusement coursing in between their bodies and more so when he reached for her legs and placed them over broad, rock-hard shoulders that were rocking in silent mirth.
Drowning in embarrassment, Estrella tried to take her legs off but stopped when he squeezed the cheeks of her ass in warning. Do not...move. Can't...move. Until...I...make you...come.
She couldn't help whimpering and squirming at the command, but hanging onto any sensible thought proved to be near impossible once he started tongue-fucking her in earnest. And just as it had been when he had made her go down on her knees and his cock had taken her mouth, the movement of his tongue was just as masterful.
..just as exquisitely capable at ruining her.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
And as if the rapid pace of his tongue wasn't enough, she could also feel his fingers, which were already slick with her own moisture, pulling her folds wide open. Wider and wider until her pleasure took on a sharpened edge as she felt herself stretched taut underneath his mouth.
Her hips began to move, wildly and wantonly, uncontrollable as his tongue was methodical in its ability to wreak havoc on every inner inch of her. She could feel her mind splintering with every second that passed, and even as she tried her best to hold on and make it last—-
In the end, it was just...too much.
And when she started to break, she could only screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaam.
Screamed and screamed and screamed.
And still, it went on.
Coming for so many minutes that she lost count...and passed out.
The hard, cruel edges of Lysander's lips marginally softened as he felt his wife's legs slowly fall from his shoulders and he heard her quick pants slow down and fade into the steady rhythm of sleep. Still between her legs, he rose up to a crouching position and gazed down at her.
Seeing his wife naked in his bed, with his fingers still gently stroking the flushed folds of her well-pleasured pussy, was enough to have desire coiling tightly within his body, and his inner beast roared with frustrated need.
Tonight.
He could feel his fangs pushing out, and he had to forcefully clench his jaw to keep him from surrendering to the demands of his blood and take his fill of her.
Tonight, he promised his other half. He knew what was at stake, knew what he was capable of destroying if he did not consummate their mating. Tonight, he would make her his.
Unaware of the thoughts running through the prince's mind, Estrella had long succumbed to sleep, her body sated and exhausted in the most wonderful way possible.
She dreamt of the start of her happy-ever-after, of Lysander declaring his love, but when she drifted back to consciousness, it was the exact opposite.
She woke to the scent of violence, of a fight about to break out. ..between her husband and her brother.
Domenico!