Page 36 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)

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Violet held open the door to the beauty shop for War to slip inside. After Roman’s competition, she’d convinced him to let her escape for a while to get ready for their birthdays the following day. She needed her hair trimmed and wanted to pick out a new lip paint. Roman didn’t know it yet, but Violet organized a surprise party for after his private coronation.

Only Roman’s real friends and his and Violet’s families would be there since Roman hated big celebrations. She couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on his face.

The moment she stepped into the shop with War, conversation ceased. They knew her here, she’d been coming for years, but today they looked at her differently. Word traveled fast, and everyone knew she was to be the next queen. Many still believed the crown should find Vivian and force her to marry Roman.

Despite Violet’s newfound fame, people rarely approached her with War at her side. She’d never been more grateful for the terrifying beast.

Except when he’d saved her life. Twice.

Gunnar, Violet’s usual stylist, offered her a bright smile. His light brown shoulder-length curls brushed the top of his shoulders, longer than the last time she’d seen him. His blue, flowy top floated around the top of his fitted pants. The click of his heeled boots against the stone floor quickened as he approached and opened his arms wide.

“Violet!” He beamed at her, his light olive skin glowing with excitement. She laughed and returned his quick embrace. “How long have you been back?”

“A couple of days,” she replied. “How have you been? I missed you.” She picked up the ends of her too-long hair. “My hair missed you too.”

Gunnar picked up a lock of her hair to examine the ends. “Did you not get a trim this entire year?”

“No,” she admitted sheepishly. He blanched. You’d think she’d told him she’d washed it with molasses. “I’ve only ever had my hair cut here, and it made me nervous. Do you have an opening for a trim today? I know it’s late notice.”

Gunnar’s face fell. “I don’t. Unless you don’t mind coming back late tonight?”

Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought. She’d planned on spending the evening with Roman, celebrating his win. “I have plans, but that’s okay. Does anyone else have an opening?”

She’d let others at the shop cut her hair before and they’d done a great job, she just preferred Gunnar. He’d been cutting her hair for years.

“Cassie, do you have an opening for a trim?” Gunnar asked one of the other women in the shop.

A woman with strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, and a sassy smile looked up. Violet liked Cassie too, and she held her breath. Cassie’s face fell. “No, but I can stay late.”

“I have time right now.”

No , Violet almost groaned aloud. Becks, another stylist with dirty blond hair, a square jaw, and deep-set blue eyes sauntered over. She and Violet had gone to school at the palace together, but they were never friendly because Becks and Vivian were friends. How, Violet didn’t know. Becks didn’t enjoy sparring any more than Violet did.

“I don’t mind,” the woman added with a faux smile.

Violet glanced at the bottom of her hair and back to Becks, weighing her options. She desperately needed a trim, the ends of her hair looked like a worn-out straw broom, but she didn’t want to ask one of the others to stay late, nor did she want to cut into her time with Roman.

“That’d be great,” she replied with a smile she hoped looked genuine.

What’s the worst that could happen?

* * *

Roman sat back on the large lounger in his study, leaned his head back, and connected with War.

War, who’d been lying down, stretched, stood, and maneuvered himself to sit in front of Violet. He knew what Roman wanted before he’d even asked.

“Has anyone given her any trouble?”

“No,” War replied. “She is getting her hair cut.”

Roman’s lip curled when he took in the scene. “Why is Becks cutting her hair? Where is Gunnar?”

Roman had watched Violet get her hair cut countless times over the years, and never had she let Becks touch her. He’d never seen Becks disrespect Violet, but neither was she nice.

“Oops,” Becks gasped.

Violet stiffened, and Gunnar, who stood behind another customer nearby, looked over with abject horror. “What happened?” Violet demanded.

“I snipped a bit more than I meant to,” Becks replied, sounding apologetic, but the smirk she tried to hide said she was anything but. “It wasn’t much.” She held out a piece of hair about five inches long. “Just an inch or two longer than the trim you wanted. I’ll just even it out.”

Violet’s chin wobbled and her eyes filled with tears. Roman watched as his mate fought hard not to cry. His girl swallowed hard, and whispered, “Okay.”

Becks smiled and lifted Violet’s hair, but Gunnar swooped in, moving her aside. “I’ll finish it.” The steely snap of his words took everyone in the shop by surprise. Never once had Gunnar sounded anything but peppy, until now.

Roman cut the connection to War. He had a certain stylist to see.

* * *

Violet smoothed a hand down her hair again, feeling another round of tears coming on. Her hair that once hung almost to her waist, now hovered around her chest. Still long by most standards, but much shorter than she’d adorned for most of her life.

What will Roman say?

Nodding to the evening guards at the bunker gate, Violet unlocked the gate and pushed inside. “Are you coming?” she asked War. The beast shook his head and trotted off once Violet shut and locked the gate.

“Roman?” Violet called into the quiet house.

“I’ll be right there,” his baritone voice answered back.

Unable to wait to see him, she followed the sound of his voice to the dining room. She gaped when she stepped inside and looked around. Flower garlands hung from the ceiling of the intimate dining room, petals were scattered on the floor and table, and Roman stood on a chair, attaching strings of beads to the wall.

“What is this?”

Roman jerked and dropped the beads. Violet had a feeling had it not been for his natural grace and impeccable coordination, he would have toppled over the arm of the chair.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he accused. “I told you I’d be out in a moment.”

“I couldn’t wait to see you.” She rounded the small dining table and stood next to him, looking up at his six-foot-four frame balancing on the tall dining chair. “Come down and give me a kiss.”

A boyish smile took over his face, and he jumped down to scoop her into his arms. “This was supposed to be a surprise for breakfast.”

Violet wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “It was a surprise, and I love it.”

He looked at the decorations. “Yeah?”

She giggled and pecked his lips. “Yeah.” Releasing him, she inspected the table, noting a flower crown, similar to the ones her neighbor’s son used to make her.

Very similar.

Picking it up, she examined it closely. “Who made this?” Did he know about the little boy who grew up next to her cottage?

“I did,” he said sheepishly. Her head snapped up, and red crept along Roman’s neck. “You used to wear them when we were younger, and I always thought you looked like a faerietale princess.”

Violet blinked as her mind put the pieces together. “You left me flower crowns on my porch,” she said dumbly. “Not Cooper.”

The boyish grin returned. “And you always wore them.”

Never had Violet experienced mortification and affection at the same time. Affection because Roman was, well, being Roman, and mortification because every time she’d received a crown over the years, she’d sought out Cooper and told him thank you.

“Oh my gods, he thinks I’m crazy,” she whispered to herself.

Roman’s smile faltered. “Who?”

Violet lifted the flower crown. “I thought Cooper made the flower crowns, and every time you left one, I found him and told him thank you.” Roman pressed his lips together and his cheeks puffed out. “It’s not funny,” she wailed. “No wonder he gave me strange looks. He wasn’t embarrassed, he thought I was randomly thanking him for that first crown years later.”

“Why did you think a child made them?” Roman asked with a frown.

Violet set down the crown and covered her face. “I bet he told his parents how weird I am.”

Roman removed her hands from her face and cupped the sides of her neck, tilting her head to look at him. “You’ll be queen soon. Who cares if they think you’re weird?”

Before she could protest, he claimed her lips. The soft kiss soon turned heated, and Roman lifted Violet into his arms. “Let me take your mind off of things.”

Roman carried Violet to their room and laid her down on the plush bed. The look in his eyes set her body on fire. She’d never felt more alive.

Within seconds, he’d ripped her dress down the middle and shoved the fabric aside to take her in. “Beautiful.” Lowering his head to her left breast, he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and tugged with his teeth.

Violet hissed and wiggled beneath him, unsure if she liked the pain or not. He ran his warm tongue over the stinging skin, soothing it. She liked it. Fisting his hair, she pulled him closer, his face pressing against her breast.

His deep laugh vibrated across her skin, and he sucked the peak into his mouth, gentle this time. The talented man alternated between sucking, licking, and biting. Using his right hand, he pinched her other nipple, then ghosted his palm over it to gently squeeze her soft flesh. Switching sides, he continued his assault, and Violet’s pussy grew from damp to soaked in a matter of seconds.

“Roman,” she pleaded and yanked on his hair.

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

“I—I don’t know,” she breathed. “I need you everywhere.”

Her glassy eyes found his, and a wolfish grin spread across his face. “If you want me in every hole, I’ll need to fuck that pretty mouth of yours while I eat your perfect cunt. Is that what you want?”

It is now . “Yes, please.”

Flipping her around, he maneuvered her until the world was upside down. The blood rushed to her head as it hung off the side of the bed, and she had an eye level view of Roman’s cock springing free from his pants.

“If I push too hard, tell me.” He waited for her okay before running his thumb across her bottom lip. “Open.”

Violet darted her tongue across her lips, catching the tip of his thumb, and opened her mouth. “You mind so well,” he murmured and grabbed his cock to guide it past her lips and over her tongue. His tortured groan made her grin. “Fucking hell, princess.”

Leaning forward, he ran his tongue down her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs. She heard him inhale through his nose and tried to close her legs. He tutted. “Spread your thighs or I’ll make you.”

Goosebumps peppered her skin, and more arousal leaked from her opening. “That’s my girl,” he praised and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Violet bucked her hips, which made her body scoot closer to Roman’s hips. She gagged, and he pulled his hips back to let her breathe.

“Eager to choke on my cock, princess?”

She could barely fit him in her mouth, let alone answer him. A thick finger swirled around her opening and dipped inside. Moaning around him, she gripped his muscular thigh with one hand and encircled his cock with the other.

An intrusion pressed against Violet’s back entrance, and she stiffened on reflex. “Relax,” he commanded. “You wanted me in every hole. Let me do my job.”

She released the tension in her muscles, and Roman worked his finger into her, pushing past her tight ring of muscles. Her body sucked him in, and his cock jumped in her mouth.

“I’m going to move now. If you need a break, tap my leg twice.” He looked back at her under his arm. “Tap once if you understand.” She tapped his thigh, and he winked. “Good girl.”

He descended on her with the hunger of a man starved. She cried out just as he pushed the head of his cock against the back of her throat. Gagging, she squeezed his thighs, refusing to give in.

When his cock pushed to the back of her throat again, she swallowed to take him deep, concentrating on breathing through her nose. Though concentrating grew difficult with his tongue pumping into her pussy as his stubbled chin rubbed against her clit.

His finger still worked her backside, a sensation she’d not yet experienced, and her body tingled with sensory overload. Her hips writhed beneath Roman’s face, and her thighs quivered.

A tightness built in her core, and she unintentionally sucked his cock harder. Roman jerked and pressed his face into her pussy, momentarily stopping. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fill your mouth until it spills down your face.” The barely leashed control in his voice urged her on, and she pulled his hips closer, sucking hard.

The thick head of his cock slid down her throat, and they both moaned. Their hips fucked the other’s face, their paces increasing together. Another intrusion joined the first in her back hole, and the two fingers gently scissored.

She cried out and tightened around them, coming harder than ever. Roman sucked her clit into her mouth, intensifying her already explosive climax. Something spilled out of her, but she was too far gone to care because Roman quickly moved his tongue back down to lap up every drop he could.

He groaned against her, his cock jerking and shooting hot cum down her throat. His face rubbed against her pussy as his hips fucked her mouth in earnest. With his dick hitting her throat and the cum gathering there, she couldn’t breathe. Violet tapped his leg twice, and he freed himself from her mouth, extracted his face and fingers from between her legs, and hoisted her up.

To her mortification, she coughed, spewing cum everywhere, including on his chest.

Roman rubbed soothing circles on her back, holding her hair out of her face. She didn’t look up; she couldn’t. How fucking embarrassing.

Roman kneeled beside the bed and moved into her line of sight. “Are you okay?” The concern in his voice made her want to die.

The first time she sucked his cock, she spit his own cum all over him. Gods, just take me now.

“Violet,” he said with a sense of urgency. “Talk to me.”

Finally, meeting his eyes, she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

His head popped back. “Sorry? What the fuck for?” He motioned to his chest. “For this?”

She nodded again and chewed on her lip.

Roman’s mouth gaped right before he laughed, and she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. “Baby, that was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

Violet’s brows drew together. He had to be lying.

Reaching down, he ran the fingers that hadn’t gone in her ass through the cum on his chest and brought it to her face. “I filled you with so much cum you fucking choked.” He spread the cum on her lips. “I’m in you so completely that I’m spilling out. It will be hard not to do that every time.”

He wiped more from his skin and stuck his fingers in his mouth. “Suck. Just because you spit it out doesn’t mean you’re not going to swallow it.”

Violet’s nipples tightened and her embarrassment subsided, replaced by a different kind of heat. Roman repeated his movements methodically until he’d wiped every drop of excess from both their bodies. “Now let me fill the rest of you. Turn around and get on your knees.”

* * *

Roman stared at his mate’s glistening cunt and thought he might blow before he even touched her. Fuck . He’d never get over the sight of her choking on his cock and cum. Godsdamn that was hot.

Unable to resist, he licked her from front to back, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Roman,” she squealed, making him smile.

“You’re my favorite taste, baby.” He licked her again. “I’d rub you on my food before every meal if I could.”

She looked over her shoulder and scrunched her nose. “I’m not sitting on your food.”

Another lick. “I’ll spread it with my fingers.”

Every inch of Violet’s skin flushed. “You’re insane.”

“We’ve already established that.” Roman gathered up her silken hair, twisted it, wrapped it around his fist like a rope, and notched the head of his cock in the entrance of her cunt. “Brace yourself.”

She tried to turn her head to look at him again, but he pulled on her hair and slammed into her heated body. A scream of pleasure tore from Violet’s throat, and Roman wrapped his free hand around her hips.

Withdrawing, he slammed into her again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. “Play with your clit,” he commanded, pleased when she reached down to work herself.

He moved, and Violet called out his name as he thrust into her. Moving his hand from her hip to his mouth, he covered it in spit and pressed it into her tight ass. One day he’d fuck her there, but not yet. He’d researched the best way, and she needed to be prepped first.

Their moans and heavy breathing filled the room, and Roman worried he’d spend before her. “Come on, princess. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Violet pushed her hips back and moved her hand faster over her sensitive clit. The slick walls around Roman’s cock quivered, and he almost sighed with relief. Seconds later, she screamed and squeezed her cunt around him, milking his own release.

Roman pulled out of her with a groan and climbed into bed, dragging her into his arms. “That was incredible,” Violet said around her panting breaths. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Roman tried to push aside the thought of her with another man and focused on her sentiment. “Same.”

She burst out laughing and rolled on top of him. The still-long strands of her hair covered her perfect breasts, taunting him to push them away, but Violet interrupted his thoughts with a kiss. “I love you, Roman Covington.”

Roman smiled and whispered against her lips, “And I love you. Obsessively so.”